CHAPTER 28
~“There isn't coincidence, there's no such thing”~
:Brandon Boyd:
****Samantha’s POV****I allegedly stomped out from the kitchen and threaded
heavily on my way up into my room. I sure look like an imbecile by the manner that I’m acting,
but why can’t I? I think the tissues inside my cheeks are all swollen up or something, so! I have all the rights, under the civil code of this country to grieve and be goaded over such physical damages. Luke can really
p!ss me off sometimes.
Once I reached the familiar façade of my bedroom door, I turned the knob hastily and slipped inside—for fear that Luke might pull out something by the last minute (
as if he would, I know he’s still in the kitchen, but well, pardon me for exaggerating.). Criss, who was already sprawled contentedly on the bed, raised his head up upon me entering the room.
“Where’s Luke?”I cast a look at him and tried desperately to restrain my aggravation,
“He’ll sleep in another room.” 
“Aaaw.”
“Go to sleep Criss, okay?” I mentioned in a monotonous tone, slowly sitting down on a nearby stool.
“Okaaaay big sis. Ahmm… Cheer up?”I giggled silently, feeling my spirits rise up a bit.
“Sure, Criss. Come on. Don’t mind me; I’m just a big moody machine.” I replied, throwing a kiss at him.
“All right then! Night, night!” He said dreamily, turning his back, and cuddling up with the extra pillows lain down on my bed.
I felt a little bit
blissful as I looked at him. It really made me long for a younger sibling. Like hey, it’s so…. overwhelming to hear someone call you big sis or something (
please leave out the ‘feeling really old’ part.) It’s somewhat unfair that only my brother could treat me like a baby—I want to tell someone about the truths of life too! I want to teach my supposed-sibling about basketball, bring him to ice cream shops and a whole lot more!
It got me into thinking that all of these thoughts would really get me nowhere and it would just bring another load of
stress into my mind. I directly busied myself by fixing the clutter in my room.
You see… I have a habit of being somewhat messy especially if I just arrived from school or if I’m feeling too lethargic—
but! I’m really nitpicky when it comes to finally taking things into order. As I moved around, I tried my hardest to not make too much of a noise especially since Criss was already fast asleep. He was surprisingly letting out tiny snores which almost sent me into
kawaii-kid-frenzy-mode.After doing some O.C. cleaning, I spent a little more time dilly-dallying around my room. Looking at it, err… Okay, my room is…
huge. No, we’re not ‘
that’ well-off.
It just so happens that my room used to be an area for two bedrooms—my former room and my brother’s room. Ever since the day Matt started working away from home and ever since the time when dad started thinking that it was the perfect chance to
REALLY spoil his growing teenage daughter, then they (
Matt and Dad) both decided to just merge our bedrooms.
Add two quarters together and then poof, that gave me a big walk-in closet, a spacious area on the floor, a full-size bathroom, and lots and lots of spaces for my cabinets containing ‘girly stuff’, memorabilia and the like. If you think about it…You can perfectly say that my room is my personal and top most
haven. It sure is—
BEEP~ BEEP~ BEEP~ BEEP!?~ DAMMIT PICK UP YOUR F*CKING PHONEEEEE—! 
I
outrageously withdrew my cell phone from the nearby desk and hit on the OKAY option quickly.
Excuse me for having such a despicable ringtone. I purposefully assigned that tone to my important contacts.
Message from: Ms. HārleANITAqűin
+6391********
Dear, meeting 4 school fair, 6 pm,
@ d theatre. Be there, miss Pres.!
Pls. in4m d others. I present to you,
Ms. Anita Pretu—my Harlequin Club adviser. Harlequin Club, parenthetically, is the premiere drama organization of my school—and I’m the president. ^___^
After years of hard work, and after 3 years of my upperclassman’s reign, I finally had the
chance to sit on the president’s chair. I bet the announcements for our future-play to be held on the school fair would be declared tomorrow. Our school fair is a really big event for each and every student—as important as your prom date, your 18th or 21th birthday, your wedding day,
blah, blah, blah.I put back my phone down the desk and glanced at Criss again—just to check out if I accidentally woke him up. Fortunately,
no. It’s just that, I hate waking up other people by accident or even if on purpose, ‘cause like the same old feeling I usually get, I might just make them grumpy.
Then it hit me.
Criss and Luke are sleeping here at home… would dad be mad when he finds out?! (
Especially since a big buffoon like Luke is here?!) I bet he’s going to be
soooo suspicious. He’s too dramatically protective.
Nevertheless, by what I’m witnessing recently, it might just be the other way around. Dad really likes the witty attitude that Criss has (
but it’s not really an issue if Criss is sleeping here). While Luke… well, Dad seems to be in good terms with him and he’s even showing so many signs already of his acceptance on Luke’s presence shadowing me.
But just to be on the safe side, I picked my phone again and sent a message to Dad.
To: ~Handsome Michaels~
(Sam’s side-note: I originally named him
in my phonebook as Dad, but Dad changed it
to this. I change it always, but he changes
it over and over again. So I gave up and gave in.)+6391*******
Daddy, Criss and Luke r sleeping
ovr tonyt. Dn’t worry a thng, evrythngs
ok. Do cme home sfely, ok? Love ü.All of a sudden, a yawn escaped from my lips. I guess I should start catching on some zzzzz’s soon.
I carefully strutted off towards my closet and picked out a towel from the pile. Before taking the towel, I touched my cheeks and massaged them—it’s not as painful as it was a while ago, but
damn boy, it really hurt. Once I finally got my towel and pajamas with me, I went inside my bathroom and turned the faucet on.
No water.
My God. Wait. I remember! Dad said that there’s something wrong with the pipes connected to my bathroom and it’s taking some time to fix things up. I guess I should just set off to the other bathroom located down the hall...
So much for gushing over the glorious constituents of my room.
*****Luke’s POV****I’ve just finished cleaning the dishes and all that shiz. -
sigh-
Once I stepped foot inside the guest room, I jumped on the bed and lain down for a minute—
no, make that five. And for the sake of thinking on spending five minutes on the bed, I rolled on to the right and then to the left in a continuous manner, hoping of amusing myself or something. (
Please, lay off your dirty insights.)
I only stopped by the time I felt that I couldn’t handle it anymore because of the ensuing dizziness.
Looking at it… I guess Mr. Hayes and Matt aren’t around huh? So it’s me, Sam and Criss here…
HAH! Before you perceive anything, let me tell you over and over again that I’m not what you think I am. So yeah, maybe Sam is calling me a
pervert at all times, but, please, give me some dignity. I have never imagined myself as one. I only seek to act like ‘
one’ because it’s just so amusing to see Sammie all fired up when I tease her.
I looked around the room (
yes, I have eyes)—and I saw a cabinet (
wow, I really can see). Riiiiight, I’ll stop with the jokes ‘cause I bet it’s really getting corny.
I rose up and jumped off the bed in a jiffy. I walked up towards the cabinet, and like the capable human being I am, I opened it. There were clean clothes inside and a towel too. Wow,
express service much? Mr. Hayes should try venturing into hotel businesses or something. He is surely well-prepared for guests—especially me. Looks like he was expecting me to come here. Wow. Where did the protective dad personality went off to? xD
Haha. Since I’m part of the men population usually referred to by women as smelly, I guess I should go and take a nice refreshing shower.
****Samantha’s POV****Once I got to step in to the other bathroom, I grasped and turned the lock.
O____O
Okay.
This officially sucks.The lock isn’t working.
WHAT THE HELL!? Dad’s surely missing out on his duties! Fathers’ usually look out for the express fixing of defective house equipment,
right?!
I let out a sigh. But well. Dad is dad—that’s just the way he is. But I guess I should give him a little bit of compensation this time since I bet he’s starting to get lonely again because of the fact that mom’s death anniversary is drawing near. (
Still, he should really fix these problems as soon as possible!)
I looked around and saw a tall-and-heavy-looking stool; I picked it up and positioned it at the door so that if ever anybody would come in (
which I think would be a slim chance) I’d be alert enough to know that they are trying to come in.
I put my towel up on the rail and started undressing in a slow manner. While doing so, I instinctively let out an exasperated sigh; the temperature sure is hot tonight… I might just spend a lot of time inside the tub.
****Luke’s POV****The house was really quite;
really, really quite that I could almost hear my own pent up breathing. Maybe Samantha and Criss are already sleeping right now.
Tssss.
That kid, he’s so lucky to be beside her right now. Criss can hug her, Criss can cuddle her, Criss can do practically everything… I mentally slapped my face before I continue more. I have to dismiss stupid thoughts that obviously, as you may perceive by now, are things that constantly pester my mind. Criss is a kid—
right! But for the bottom line, this just
sucks.
I glanced to my right side—that’s Mr. Hayes room. So then, I glanced to my left—I bet that’s the bathroom. I slowly strode towards it, acting as though I was some sort of estranged being walking in a forlorn dessert.
Dang,
this is boring. If you ask me, the fact that I’m here right now had really drawn a lot of ideas into my mind. Like for example, I could have dragged Sammie towards the living room so that we could watch a movie together—plus the popcorn—and then we could huddle together with a blanket thrown over both of us. It could be some sort of
fantastic and romantic occurrence.
But no, there’s no absolute chance of that happening.
I let out a groan.
I bet Sam’s snoring like a pig right now.
I imagined it and a snicker had undeniably escaped from my lips.
She’s really
something.
Once I was already in front of the bathroom, I held on to its knob and turned it, but just as I was about to push it…
THUD!Obviously, it wouldn’t budge.
Something seems to be on the way that’s why the door ain’t opening. I decided to just push it forcefully, and, with one quick shove, I pushed the door with
all my might.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”O______________O*take note of the big bulging eyes*I gulped.
I gulped again.
She is completely
naked.T_____T
I can almost see big red neon lights flashing right above my head, saying something like ‘
END.’
I’m dead meat.
I’m seriously going to be a cold corpse after this.
What should I do!? What should I say?!
"Hey, Sammie. Nice b-body."
"Fire! There's a huge fire across the street!!!!"
"Be my lady, and let us soar the oceans! Come, take my hand..."What the hell am I thinking?!
CRAP.
HELP!? 
