Battle of the Bands

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Sam’s P.O.V.

              I sighed looking around my room. I had an hour to get ready. But I didn’t know what to wear. I wanted it to look like I didn’t try. Like I just got of bed and went. I was tempted to wear the same clothes as yesterday just to prove this point. We were all just going to the movies AS FRIENDS. Michael needed to get that through his thick skull. Just friends. Actually it was more like ex-best friends trying to fix their friendship. So something subtle. I grabbed an old band shirt (yes I wore them too) and a pair of skinny jeans. I threw on a black beanie and decided that was good. Then I couple minutes later I decided makeup would be a god idea too.

“You ready yet?” Michael texted me.

“Yeah. I am.” I replied.

“Good. I’m buying.”

“Uh no. I’ll pay for my own thanks”

“Nope. Too late.”

“Michael. Just friends. Actually people trying to rebuild their friendship.”

“Exactly. That’s why you spent forever trying to make it look like you weren’t trying?”

“What..”

“I know you too well Sam.”

“Apparently.”

“I’m at your door. Let me in.”

“No.”

“Fine.”

A couple minutes later I heard, “Honey. I’m home.” Coming from downstairs.

“I seriously hate you!” I yelled back. In which I heard him laughing in return.

“Just get your butt down here!” he yelled. I mumbled to myself before grabbing my phone and heading downstairs. “Hi.”

“Hi.” I glowered.

“Smile sunshine. It’s a beautiful night and we’re looking for something dumb to do.”

“No. Don’t. Lets just go.”

“You used to like that song.”

“Yeah. Used too. Now c’mon. We’re gonna be late.”

“Alright. Alright. I’m coming.”

         By the time we had gotten to the movies everyone else was there and had figured out what we were going to go see. Some awful chick flick that was most likely going to bore me to death.