One Of The Boys

I sat down at the kitchen table after finally unlocking myself from my bedroom. "Well, hi there. Nice of you to show up." Sam said. I frowned and ran a hand through my hair. "Shut up." I mumbled. He frowned at me from his spot by the kitchen counter.

"What made you finally come out of your bedroom?" Sam asked me. I shrugged. "I got hungry.... And I kinda missed your arrogant voice, Henry." I said. Sam frowns and makes a pouty face. "Aw I don't have an arrogant voice, Taytay." Sam says. I laugh. "Wow. Just wow, Sammy." I say. He frowns at me this time.

"Don't call me Sammy. And don't 'wow. just wow.' Me either, Taylor Mae Evans." Sam says. I get up and get a fruit punch Gatorade from in the refrigerator. I then dig through the pantry looking for food. "Fuuucckkk." I groan out. Henry gives me a curious look. "What now, Taylor?" He asks. "No good food in here." I snap.

"Hey, don't snap at me. I'm just an innocent bystander here." Sam says harshly. "Well, if you're so innocent, then why are you holding my chocolate covered chocolate chip granola bar in your hands at this very moment? And why are there four other wrappers in front of you?" I demand. Sam gives me an innocent look. "They aren't fom me, I swear! I just sat down here. And I don't know why this is in my hand. It just appeared there." He finished. "Oh, so then the chocolate from the granola bar just happened to appear on your mouth and face then, huh?" I asked. "Yes... I mean-- no! Wait! Yes! Yes it did!" He swore. I laughed at him.

"Next time save me at least a couple, okay, Samantha?" I said. Boy, does Sam HATE it when people call him Samantha. Which is exactly WHY I called him that. "Don't call me Samantha you idiot!" Sam snaps at me. I frown and edge away from him then go up to my room again. "Taylor, wa--" was all Sam got out before he was cut off by a slamming door. Show him to snap at me. That asshole better not come an yard within my bedroom. "Taylor! Open up!" Jeremiah shouts through the door. "Why?" I call back.

"Because you have Sam out here calling after you and crying like a big baby! Now open the fucking door, Taylor Mae Evans!" Jeremiah shouts as loud as he can. I frown. Sam? Crying? I highly doubt that let me see this. I open the door and there Sam is, right next to Jeremiah, crying like a baby.

"Oh Sammy... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you cry..." I say as I get down on my knees next to him. "Sammy... Please don't cry. Oh, Sam..." I murmur as I wrap my arms around him. Sam wraps his arms around me and clings to me. I pet his hair gently.

"Sammy please stop crying." I say. He eventually stops and I just hold him. When we finally pull apart, I see that Jeremiah is no longer there. He must have left awile ago.

"C'mon, Sam, let's go take a nap, okay?" I ask him. He nods and I help him up. My mom always says we're supposed to sleep head to toe but we never do. We get into bed and Sam cuddles me close. I cling to him and hope he'll be alright.

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