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Life Goes On
Part 10


Matt doesn’t usually make much conversation with us when he picks us up, but he must’ve felt some serious tension in the silent car, because he spoke up, “So, what happened at school?”  When Sam didn’t say anything and continued looking out the window, I said, louder than necessary, “Oh, nothing. Just aggravating friends that can’t seem to be happy for me, or even give me support seem to be on my back today.” Sam snapped his head away from the window and quickly jumped in, “Oh, and MY friend doesn’t trust my judgment and said yes to a scumbag that asked her out on a date, and she didn’t even have the decency to ask me what I thought of the situation the last three words. 

Matt opened his mouth to say something but I interrupted him. “Yeah,” I said, my voice rising, “Only guess what? My friend doesn’t own me, thank you very much! I can do whatever I want to! And another thing--who said I have to get permission from my best friend when I want to have a date?! It’s absurd! Society these days is so degrading; I mean, woman can’t make any of the choices themselves, can the--” “Okay, okay,” Matt cut in. “I think that’s enough.” he continued, cranking up the volume of the radio.  Poor Matt. Just trying to make an effort to be a good brother, but SOMEONE had to ruin it. I could see his facial expression-it said ‘kids sure are lunatics nowadays.’
When Matt dropped us off in front of my house, I slammed the car door and didn’t wait up for Sam.  I stormed into the kitchen, where I got a bag of chips.  Sam was walking in slowly after me.  I spun around to face him, ready to get defensive if at all needed. But Sam’s hands were up; he was surrendering in defeat. “Fine. You win. Just go out with him Nikki.  As long as you’re happy.” I tried not to let the surprise show on my face. I cleared my throat. “Well. Thank you for…understanding.” I said, trying to keep a straight face. But then I cracked a smile and giddily skipped over to Sam, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I love you, Sammy-boo. You’re the best friend a girl could ever have.” Sam’s arms locked around my waist too and I breathed in his scent of Axe. I sighed happily and pulled away to see Sam smiling slightly. “I can never stay mad at you, dude.” he mumbled, looking down to hide his smile. 


IKNOWIHAVENTBEENPOSTING&I'MSORRY!!! I'll try to get better at posting moreee; my story is on my personal laptop & when I get home I usually get on the family one, so that's why I don't post a lot. Thanks everyone that's being patient & who's still reading. You guyses are BEASTS!!! :) <333

 

Life Goes On
Part 9

That afternoon, Sam was waiting for me in the lobby with the other car riders, as he did every day he rode home with me.  I had avoided him all day, spending my lunch period in the library.  I gulped and walked up to him, not looking him in the eyes. “Hey, where were you at lunch? I wanted you to listen to this song.” he said, holding out his iPod. “Just…catching up on studying.” I lied, taking a headphone. He played the song while we waited for Matt. When it was over I said, “Cool. So, uh, what would you say if I told you I got asked to the dance?” I asked, peeking over at him. 
A disappointed look crossed his face, but only for a millisecond-- so quick that I wasn’t even sure that I saw it. “Who-who asked you out?” he asked. “Mike.” I said under my breath. Sam was quiet for a second, “Come again?” he said. “Mike.” I stated again, louder, but my voice still quavered a little. “Mike?! Nikki, what the hell?! I told you he was a player! What is wrong with you? Are you hard of hearing? He’ll break your heart, I’ve seen him do it! How could you be so-so--” “Stupid?” I fired at him, “I don’t need you telling me what to do, Sam. I’m not a child. Not even my dad nags me this much! Geez! You’re always overreacting. And anyway, who even said I said yes?”  Sam was quiet for a moment, then he said, “But you did say yes, didn’t you?” I paused, then nodded slowly, looking out the clear glass front doors. He didn’t say anything, and we just stood in silence until I saw Matt’s car pull up. “Let’s go.” I mumbled.


thanks sooo much to those faithful readersss(: i DO have more than this written, just wanted to keep ya'll waitinggg(;. still like it? tell meee(: love youuu<3
Sorry it's been a couple of days, I've been lazy/getting ready for my birthday--which is today :D. Anywho, here ya go dahhlings(:

Life Goes On
Part 7

I went to my locker to get my stuff for first period Biology. Slamming my locker shut, I saw my best girl friend Olivia. She was bounding over to me excitedly. I rolled my eyes a little; it was probably about her boyfriend. “Hey Liv.” I mumbled when she got to me.  I could see she was beaming.  Boy, did I have an earful to deal with today. “Hey, Nikki!!! Omigosh, you will never guess what Jesse just told me!” I took a deep breath before asking, not to enthusiastically, “What did he tell you dear?” She let out a little squeal of joy and said, “Before the dance, he’s gonna take me out to Gustavo’s! He already made a reservation! Can you believe it?! Ohmygosh, I am sooo psyched!!!” Gustavo’s was this fancy-shmancy restaurant that only Jesse The Great would take his girlfriend to. Oh, yeah, and before the dance, which was coming up on Friday and which seemed like all every girl could talk about. Bleh bleh bleh, who cared? “That’s great, Livy.” I said emotionlessly. 
She stopped walking in her tracks. “What’s wrong?” she demanded. I shook my head, but not that she cared. Well, she probably would care if she wasn’t talking about her boyfriend. When she talks about Jesse, it’s like she’s hypnotized to only hear things about Jesse.  Like she’s programmed that way.  She was already beginning to walk again, staring dreamily out into space. Ugh.  It wasn’t exactly that I was moody about hearing her talk about Jesse, even though she almost did talk about him 24/7.  I kind of just wanted what she had; a sweet boyfriend who took me to expensive restaurants, one who I could go to the beach with to just hang out and watch the sunset, one who loved me unconditionally, and one who I could have my first kiss with. Yes, it was pathetic that I was in the ninth grade and I hadn’t had my first kiss, I’ll admit it. Well, I’ve had a first kiss, but it was in preschool and I didn’t know any better. Anyways, yeah, I was saving for someone special.  And Olivia had a special person like that.  That was one thing I envied of her…other than the fact that she’s gorgeous.
Olivia was still going on about her date when I felt hands on my waist.  I jumped and yelped, spinning around. “Whoa, there Sally!”  It was Mike. Talking to me, at school, in public, right in front of my best friend who was in love.  I instantly smiled and said, “Dude, you scared the crap outta me.” Mike laughed his wonderfully glorious laugh and said, “So, what’re you doing for the dance?” More talk about this absurd dance--honestly?! “Ehh, y’know. Probably hanging around the house, eating chocolates and mourning my failing love life.” I joked.  I guess Mike took me seriously because his eyes widened and he said, “Oh, so going with me wouldn’t be such a bad thing, huh?”  he was smiling hopefully, and maybe even… nervously? But, God, who cared?! I was just asked out by the guy I had had a crush on practically forever!!! This moment seemed so surreal to me that I had to take in my surroundings really quick.  Lockers, random students, my best friend who was gazing at me in a way that screamed ‘Say something already!’ Say something? To what? Oh, yeah, Mike was still waiting for an answer!

yes, i did purposely stop it here to keep you guys wondering. hope it worked! ^_^ oh yeahhh, thanks again to my wonderful readers(: ya'll are the best. <333

Life Goes On
Part 6

The next day, my alarm startled me out of a deep sleep. I hit the stupid alarm clock and rolled out of bed.  I stumbled to my light switch and got ready.  I threw on some ripped short shorts and an aqua colored tank top.  I finished the look with gray Converse.  I did my hair and washed my face, then put on mascara. I put my white sunglasses on my head and sprayed on perfume.  I was satisfied enough with my look.  

I grabbed my backpack from my bedroom and skipped to the kitchen, where I grabbed a banana I probably wouldn’t even eat (as much as I loved food, I was never much of a breakfast person). My dad was making coffee, and I pecked him on the cheek and said “I’ll see you after school. Sam’s coming over.” He nodded, sipping from his mug. “Bye, hun.” he said.
I went outside to Matt’s car, as I did every school day.  It was ironic, because Matt was barely ever home, but he never failed to give me a ride to school…even if he didn’t always stay at school himself.
Matt was fiddling with the radio, and when I shut my door he didn’t even look in my direction.  He just pulled out of the driveway and we began riding along without talking.  All I could hear was the low volume of the radio.  ‘She Will Be Loved’ was playing and I hummed along a little. “So,” I started, “Mom invited us to stay with her the upcoming weekend… You wanna go for once?” Matt looked at me for the first time. He did a little quirky-smile thing that said ‘Are you seriously asking me this question?’ I smiled back a little, trying to be playful, and said, “When I was talking to her on the phone, she said we could go to The Pier for the day.” 
Matt loved The Pier.  There were games and rides and food--everything anyone could want in a carnival, except it was by the beach, which was a bonus.  After a long day of having fun, the beach was definitely a place to go and hang out to watch the sun set.  Sometimes there were parties. Even though Matt would never admit to still liking The Pier, I knew he adored it.  He would probably say The Pier was too childish if anyone was to ever bother asking. But I knew the truth.
Matt sighed and didn’t say anything.  I waited for an answer, but one didn’t come.  Soon we were at Jacobson High, my school.  Matt pulled up to front and I put my hand on the door, hesitating.  When Matt didn’t say anything, I opened my door and stepped out. My hand still lingering on the door.  “You’re not coming today?” I asked. “Nope.” Matt said, looking straight ahead. “Oh. Well, if you wanna go to The Pier with us then just tell me…” I said slowly. He nodded slightly and I shut the door, turning toward another dreaded day at my high school.


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Life Goes On
Part 5

Eventually I got up and threw my trash away, then went to the bathroom to take a shower. I turned it on hot, and looked in the mirror.  Sure enough, I looked a mess. I took off my dirty clothes and left them in a heap by the tub. I took a really long shower, scrubbing my hair until I was sure it was clean.  I got out, and looking at the foggy mirror, I was satisfied with my reflection--well, for the most part. I didn’t really feel that pretty nowadays, but what teenager did?

I padded to my bedroom, where I put on my favorite Hello Kitty pajama pants and a pink tank top. Then I went back to the bathroom to hang up my towel.  On my way back to my room I called goodnight to my dad.
In my room, I snuggled under my covers, exhausted. I wished the weekend didn’t have to end, but I couldn’t do anything about it.  I still had to go to school tomorrow.  But, hey, life goes on.  I closed my eyes, and I was soon fast asleep.

Sowwy it's oh-so-short. I have more written, and I'll post it if anyone's into it. (: Thanks for readinggg.
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When I finally got home, I heard the TV on in the living room. “Hey, dad.” I called. “Hey, darlin’.  Matt got pizza for dinner.  It’s in the fridge.” he called back.  Matt is my big brother.  He’s seventeen, and he’s barely ever home nowadays.  God only knows where the hell he is.  He used to be my best friend, but now, I never really see him. He haven’t hung out in forever.  He started acting like that about a year ago, when my parents split up. Every time mom invites us to her apartment across town, he never goes. And, well, I don’t blame him. Most the time I don’t wanna go either, but dad makes me.  Plus I don’t want her to feel bad.
I took out the pizza box in the fridge and placed it on the counter, opening it.  Half of a pepperoni pizza looked back at me.  Swallowing over the lump in my throat, I picked up a slice and tried not to think about how Sam’s family always sat together to eat dinner. Not bothering to heat it up, I took out a paper plate and slapped the pizza on it. I grabbed a Kool Aid from the fridge and nudging the door it closed with my foot I took my plate and drink.
I went to the living room, which was only lit by  the TV, and which my dad was watching football on.  I sat on my favorite recliner and began eating my cold pizza. “Who’s winning?” I asked. “Steelers.” He answered distractively. I watched the game for a while, polishing off my pizza and Kool Aid.


thanks to anyone who was reading, but i think i'll stop writing it. :/
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Again, the sweltering heat hit me.  We still ran to the trampoline.  I kicked off my flip flops and Sam pulled off his black Converse.  We lifted up the protective net and slipped inside.  Every time we came to the trampoline, we would have jumping contests. We would flip, too. Basically, it was our getaway, just a place to hang out for a while, to act like kids, for God’s sakes.  Now that we were freshmen in high school, we barely acted like kids anymore.  This was just one way we would hold on to our childhood.
After jumping for a good ten minutes, we plopped down on the trampoline, sweating and flushed.  My shirt was sticking to my back and I could strands of my hair sticking to my forehead, but right now, I didn’t really care.  Today was Sunday, and tomorrow we’d have to go back to school.  So, for now, I was just enjoying hanging out with my best friend.  I looked over at Sam, who was panting tiredly, and whose hair was sweaty against his forehead. Since it was wet, his hair looked almost black.  He looked cute, I have to admit.
Without speaking, we laid on our backs and looked up at the clouds. We looked up at the them for a while, pointing out certain ones that looked like different things.  Then, when we had had enough of the heat, we got up and made our way back to the house.  We left our shoes by the trampoline, so I was barefoot, and Sam was in his socks.  
I was so thankful for the air conditioning when we got back inside.  We went to the freezer and got out Popsicles, then made our way to the den.  On our way, Mr. Peterson came through the door. He was wearing his golfing clothes. Mr. Peterson was a really cool dad, in my opinion, but Sam didn’t like him.  He thought he was trying to take the place of his real dad. “Hey, kids!” Mr. Peterson boomed cheerfully. I smiled, “Hi, Mr. P.” Mr. Peterson winked at me.  He always did that when he saw me, like we shared some type of secret. And, hey, it was fine with me. It made me feel special. “Hey, Joe.” Sam mumbled to him, barely stopping. He was already walking into the den.
“Well.” I shrugged at Mr. Peterson and I followed Sam. We plopped down on his couch and turned on the TV. We watched some trashy shows for a while, and finished our Popsicles, until Michael came bounding in, squishing between Sam and I. He snatched the remote from my hands, but I didn’t mind.  I never cared if Mike did things like that. “Ya’ll smell like sweat.” he said, squinching up his nose. 
Dammit. I turned red with embarrassment, but when I looked up at Mike, he was smiling at me.  I gave him a half-smile, still embarrassed. “Geez, Mike, way to barge in.” Sam muttered angrily. I didn’t see the big deal, it’s not like we were watching good shows anyway. “Chill, Squirt.” Mike said, flashing him that gorgeous smile. “There’s enough couch for everyone.”  “Whatever,” Sam replied, “Lets go back outside, Nikki.” he said to me. Mike looked at me and said, “Nikki can watch TV with me if she wants. Right, Nik?” I gulped. 
Best friend, future boyfriend. Well, Sam would get over it. It wasn’t a big deal, and I’d only watch for a few minutes. “Why don’t we chill for a bit, Sam? It’s hot as hell out there.” I said, trying to be friendly, joshing, like oh, it’s no big deal. Sam looked surprised, then a little hurt. “Fine. I’ll go out myself.” he said, storming towards the kitchen.
I sat there, processing what had just happened.  What was that all about? Sam was usually not nearly this sensitive.  Mike snorted. “He’s probably on his man period.” he joked.  I smiled, but got up to follow Sam.
 

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My best guy friend, Sam, threw a piece of popcorn in my direction. I skillfully caught it in my mouth, and threw a piece back in his direction. We had too much time on our hands.
“Hey, you wanna do something?” I suggested. “We are doing something.” Sam said back, throwing a piece of popcorn in the air and trying to catch it in his mouth.  I rolled my eyes. Then, I got up and stretched.  I played in his dark brown hair.  It was really soft, and I was about the only person that he lets play in it. I took his hands and pulled him out of the seat he was sitting in at my kitchen table. “Let’s go to your house. We can jump on the trampoline.” 
Sam sighed, but I knew he couldn’t resist.  He loved the trampoline, and wouldn‘t pass up a time to jump on it, or, as we were doing more nowadays, just hanging out there. Even if it was on his laziest day.  I’ve known him forever, and I know that he loves the trampoline that much because his dad got it for him. His dad died a when he was ten, and we’re fourteen now.  He didn’t have the heart to give up the old trampoline, especially since he felt that it was one of the best memories he had of his dad. He was hesitant to let me jump on the trampoline after his dad had died; it was like this sacred thing to him. But, after awhile, he gave in and we would spend hours on it on good summer days. I remember his little sister saying to me with envy “You sure must be special. I have to BEG for him to let me have a couple minutes on that dumb trampoline.” And, well, I DID feel special, being able to share something that important to him.
Anyways, he finally gave in and we made our way to my front door. Slipping on my flip flops, I opened my door.  Feeling the hot summer air hit me in the face, I almost felt like turning around to sit in the kitchen some more. But Sam was already out the door.  I closed the door and followed him to his house, which was diagonally across the street from my house.  He has a two-story and I’ve always loved being there to hang out. He has such a cute family (especially since Sam‘s mom got remarried), like the kind seen on Disney Channel or on other kid shows.  His family has always been welcoming, and I’ve kind of become part of the family.  Being around my dysfunctional family always made me grateful to have a ‘side family’ that was actually ideal.  And that I liked being with.
Walking into the kitchen, I was welcomed by Sam’s little sister, Taylor. She’s nine, and adorable. “Hey guys!” She said while twirling in her pink tutu and matching ballet shoes. For as long as I’d known her, she’s wanted to be a ballerina. “Hey, Tay. You’re looking so professional already.” I smiled. She beamed.  We went to the kitchen, where, as usual, Sam’s big brother Michael was searching through the fridge. He’s sixteen and always hungry. He popped his head up. “Sup, Sam. Nugget.” he said, referring to me. He calls me Nugget because every time I was over their house for dinner and Sam’s mom got takeout, I would get chicken nuggets and I would devour them.  Michael would always chuckle watching me eat, and mumble, “One day the girl’s gonna turn into a nugget…”  I didn’t mind him calling me that though.
“Hey Mike.” I said, blushing. Oh yeah, and I’ve always kind of had a crush on him.  He had dark brown flippy hair like Sam, but his eyes were greenish-gray, as opposed to a hazel color like Sam’s and the rest of his family.  They were gorgeous, and I always got lost in them.  Sam rolled his eyes at my reaction, and waited for me to come back to earth.  I knew I never had a chance with Michael, but I still always hoped.  I could only dream for a guy like him. He was tall, and, well, just the ideal boyfriend.  Sam was like a shorter and less cute version of him, and when I told Sam this when we were little, he got insulted and would bug me about how he could become more ‘manly’. I chuckled at this memory and Sam turned to look at me.
“What?” he said accusingly. “Nothing, nothing.” I said dismissively. “Tell me.” Sam demanded.  He didn’t like being left out on a joke. “It’s nothing, just thought about something.”  Mike shrugged and turned back to the fridge. Sam grunted and hopped onto the granite island that was in the center of his kitchen. “Hey, get me some iced tea while you’re in there.” he said to Mike. Michael dug around in the fridge and came out with a pitcher of iced tea. He thrust it at Sam, who hopped off the island to get glasses. He poured us each a glass and we stood around sipping from them.  Sam and I were stalling from going back outside; even though he loved the trampoline, he also kind of hated hot weather.
“Oh, yeah, I want a rematch in volleyball.” Mike said to me. I play volleyball for our high school team, and Mike, being athletic and all, practices with me sometimes. I, of course, was not going to pass up an opportunity to practice with him. “’Kay.” I smiled. Sam snorted. 
Just then, Sam’s mom walked in with grocery bags. “Oh, hello, Nicole.” she said to me, smiling brightly. “Hi, Mrs. Peterson.” I said politely, smiling back.  Mrs. Peterson loved me, and Sam told me when we were twelve that she wished we would end up together. I don’t know if she still wants that, seeing as how it’s been two years. Considering how happy she always is to see me, I’d say yes. But me and Sam, we didn’t like each other. We knew it would be awkward liking each other like that. 
“Need some help with those groceries?” I asked her. “Oh, no, no, you kids go have fun.” she said, shooing us. “C’mon, Nikki.” Sam said, pulling me out the back door that separated the kitchen from the backyard.

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