CHAPTER 14
~There is no security on this earth,
there is only opportunity.~
:General Douglas MacArthur:
****Samantha’s POV****“So… you two are going on a date this evening, huh?” Erica asked me with that mocking gaze of hers.
In my room that boring Saturday afternoon, we were both lounging on my bed, eating pretzels and reading fashion magazines.
I rolled my eyes
as I flipped over a page of the magazine that I was reading,
“Hun, it’s not a date—and never will be one.”Erica ignored me,
“This is going to be your first date ever, sweetie.”“Oh puh-leaseee—!”I broke off when my bathroom door suddenly flew open. It was Mark.
“Asta lavista, mi conchocho de alamor! Awwww!”Erica and I both raised an eyebrow.
“He’s saying inexplicable things again… What a weirdo…” Erica ranted while she munched on a pretzel.
“.......Make sure you flushed the toilet, Mark.” I jested.
“Oh, honey, it’s not inexplicable, it’s a warm-up thing…” he swept past Erica and approached me,
“…and sweetie, don’t mock me. Now, go and open your closet, I’m going to pick the purr-fect outfit for you tonight—”I shoved a bunch of pretzels into his wide mouth,
“Shut up sweetheart, and eat.”“Muff woo hurr gwing tuu bwe uun a mweyt wiff wuuk!” “Such incomprehensible words…” Erica quipped, shaking her head.
Mark gulped down,
“But you are going to be on a date with Luke!”“I saiiiiid, it’s not a date! It’s just an effin’ seminar for representatives!” I exclaimed.
“…and, guys. Would you just leave already? I believe you both have a meeting for the Media Group.”“Aww, she’s shooing us out already, Mark. I think she needs time to prepare for herself…” “Yeah, honey, I can see that for myself… And she’s quite defensive… Really.”“Would you please stop it?” I recoiled, feeling my blood rising.
Erica giggled.
“Okay, okay. You’re no fun to tease, sweetie.”I stuck my tongue at her,
“Because I don’t call for such teasing.” 
Mark adjusted his
neon pink scarf and pecked me on the cheek,
“Okay, we’re going off sister. I bet you’re going to be apologetic about ditching us away. You won’t have ‘advisers’ who will recommend and help you pick the best get-up.”“Riiiight. I have my own fashion statement, thank you, and I need not such advises since this isn’t such a big thing.” I said, and then I leaned forward to peck Erica on the cheek, too.
“Oh you’ll regret it.” Erica commented with a wink.
I waved at them as they left my room. Gee, these guys are really…
gaaah-gaaah. After arranging the magazines and gathering the plate of pretzel, I went down the stairs to see both my dad and my brother Matt watching a soccer game on the television.
“Sammieee… Eka and Mark just left…” Matt muttered while slouching down real low on the sofa.
“Yep, I know. Hey dad, have you washed the dishes?” I inquired.
“Oh, sorry sweetheart,” he started nudging Matt,
“Hey, go and wash the dishes you couch potato!”“Yeeesss Daaaad...” Matt groaned as he
slowly rose from the sofa—stress on the ‘slowly’ word, please.
I took the sign and rolled my eyes,
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll just go and do it myself.”Matt winked at me
,
“Thanks Sammie. You soooo understand your beat-up brother.”“More like a lazy-assed sibling to me,” I joked.
“That hurt.”“I am just joking.”Matt quickly ambled towards me, embracing me tightly,
“I missseeed you, Sammieeeee.”“Oh brother, stop it already, you’ve been squeezing me since this morning,” I said, gasping for air,
“I know you miss me and all, but just cut it out already. You always visit us every weekend at any rate!”He didn’t let go of his grip.
“Buuut, you’re just too delightful, Sam. Actually, I could help you wash the dishes, and after that we could do something else afterwards, like buy you something and…”I let out an exasperated sigh as he ranted on and on and on… Sheesh, this is going to be a loooong day.
****Samantha’s POV****I stepped out of the shower and went towards my closet to look for an outfit to wear…
After some unremarkable minutes, I came up with 10 sets of clothing.
After 10 more minutes, I managed to put off 3.
After 15 more minutes, I put out two of the other dresses but added 5 more.
After 15 more minutes, I finally have three clothes left lying on my bed.
After another 10 minutes, I let out an infuriated shout as I jumped on my bed.
“I should’ve just let Mark and Erica pick out the clothes for me…” I muttered into my big pink fluffy pillow.
Sheesh, I felt like I don’t have enough garments in my closet—which is an
irony, because in reality, I have a lot of clothes—an effect of my dad and brother’s spoiling.
Other than that, well… from the three clothes left, I can’t pick the best one!
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I finally, as in
finally, managed to pick out an outfit—a halter-type black dress with a touch of belts and chains as its designs—and no, it’s not like what you might be thinking. It’s not a rocker dress and it’s nothing too showy or something—in fact, it’s quite simple, cute and girly...
Yikes.I descended down the stairs and picked up a black purse from the rack. I lifted my head and, to my surprise, I saw my dad and my brother in the most
awkward situations.Dad who’s holding a newspaper in his hand, was staring at me… and his glasses were about to fall off.
Matt who’s in a crouching situation
(and was also staring at me) was holding a vase in his hand—he might have bumped on it and that he tried to catch it in the last second.
I raised an eyebrow
,
“W-what’s up with you guys?”“Sweetheart! Where are you off to!?” Dad asked in a daze.
“I’ve told you. To a seminar—a formal seminar.” I responded.
“Seminar?! No way. Or is it a date? …Good heavens… You look like you’re going to a date!”“Maaaatt… It’s not a date, oh come on you guys, you’ve seen the note that Mr. McAllen sent, right?” I looked at the wall clock,
“My classmate would be here in any minute…”“Girl or Boy?” Matt asked in a quivering voice.
“Eh?”“Just answer it, Sammie.” “Guy... My classmate. My partner in representative work. His name is—”To my complete horror, both my father and my brother barraged up the stairs and disappeared into my room.
What the hell is wrong with those guys? I thought.
After a minute, both of them came down the stairs—each holding a certain clothing in their arms.
“Sammieeee, I request that you wear this instead, you'll look better,” Matt said, extending his hand so as to give me the fabric that he was holding.
I took it and guess what? It was a
big black cloak with a big hoodie; a costume I used for my Harlequin Club presentation last year.
I gaped at Matt. I imagined myself wearing it, and guess what I pictured out in my mind!?
CLICK ME!My eye twitched,
“Maaaatt, I’m not going to a cult meeting.”“Buuuut—!”Dad interfered,
“Move it Matt... Here, sweetheart, it’s best if you wear this instead…”I looked at the clothing he was holding—big hooded jacket, baggy pants
(I didn’t know that I had one) and an oversized shirt.
“You guys are kidding me, right? Seriously… Dad, Matt… What’s up with the two of you?”Dad shoved the garments he was holding into Matt’s arms and went over to me, putting his big hands on my shoulders,
“I never imagined that you would date as of this very early stage, sweetheart, I actually have wishes that you’d have a date with a guy at around your 40s…”I gawked at him.
Okay, I’m
tired of telling him that I’m not going to a date, but… did he just say that he wished I’d start dating around my 40s?
40s? 40s? 40s?WOW. What an unfortunate wish!
I wouldn’t like that! That would be such a lonely adulthood. That's obviously WAY OUT of the calendar.
I put my hands on his broad shoulders,
“Dad, your wishes for me are terrifying.”“We’re just protecting you, Sammie,” Matt remarked, throwing the clothes into the sofa.
“The world is a very harsh place…” He said as he waved his hand dramatically.
Bloody drama.
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Sheesh, these guys are overacting,
“Dad, Matt, I’m not going on a date, okay? And please, stop. Rest assured I know what I’m doing with my life; I’m a grown-up—”DING-DONG!!!Dad and Matt were frozen on their spot as though they were doing a game of
‘Stop Dance’.I rolled and rolled my eyes,
“Okay, okay, I’ll get it...!”“Matt!” Dad called out,
“Get the baseball bat!”“Wait. Dad, don’t you have any guns?”“Son, nice idea! But no, we don’t have guns.”I shot a look at them,
“Jesus Christ! Dad, bro! Stop it…!”Thankfully, they stopped.
Dad looked at me sheepishly,
“Sorry, sweetheart… But—”“I said stop, daaad. Stop the overdramatic do-do.”Dad looked defeated so he motioned over at Matt—he went back to sitting in the sofa, tapping his foot, while Matt walked around the room like a restless lunatic…
These guys…
Sheesh…Sheesh… SHEESH!
BOO!!!!!
Sorry guys if not much is happening in this update. Haha.
I should say that my writing of this story is going to be a very slow-paced one.
So yeah, expect this story to have a lot of chapters... O___O Terrifying, huh?
It's just that... I want to depict each scenes in my mind one-by-one. And, I don't
want to make a story wherein the characters would all just go POOF and fall in love
like fast-forwarded lunatic characters. xD I hope you can bear with me.
Love you all and thank you so much! 
