Pirate Queen & Guitarboy (ON HOLD)

Guitarboy: "Do you think we've ever met?"

Pirate Queen: "Who knows :)"

"Sammy, come down and finish your breakfast!" Grandpa shouted from down the hall.

"I'm coming!" she yelled back, twice as loud.

Pirate Queen: "Got to go or I'll be late for school :s"

Guitarboy: "Now we can't have that or you might even get detention :O :p "

Pirate Queen: "So far I've been detention free :D"

Guitarboy: "A pirate that has never been in detention??? I'm shocked :O Where is your inner rebel :p"

Pirate Queen: "I'm letting my inner rebel skip breakfast so I can talk to you ^^)"

Guitarboy: "Damn, you always say the sweetest things, not fair :p"

"Sammy, don't make me throw out that computer," someone whispered in her ear. She yelped and nearly jumped out of her chair in surprise.

"Grandpa, I said I was coming." He looked at her and raised his brows. 

"I'll believe it when I see it." He rolled his eyes. His granddaughter thought he was stupid or something. Teenagers these days.

"You know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day," they said in unison.

Sammy let out a deep sigh. "I know, Grandpa." It's not like he doesn't tell her every day.

"Now come on, or you'll be late for school." He stood there, waiting for her to get up and leave her computer behind. She didn't move. His eyebrows rose as if trying to ask her what she was waiting for.

"Let me just say goodbye first," she exclaimed. She grunted in annoyance at her grandpa and turned back to her computer. Doesn't he understand how chat works? You can't just go offline without saying goodbye. That would be so rude. She heard him leave her bedroom and could have sworn she heard him mumble something about the youth these days. A tiny smile spread on her face. Sometimes she just loved to behave like a real teenager just to get him riled up a bit. While this little teenage behavior was going on, her Guitarboy had continued writing.

Guitarboy: "You really shouldn't skip breakfast, it's the most important meal :)"

Urgh. Not him too. When did everyone suddenly become a nutritionist?

Guitarboy: "My queen :p you there??"

Guitarboy: "You left for school yet?"

Guitarboy: "????????"

See this is why you can't just leave without saying goodbye.

Guitarboy: "Don't leave me :p"

Pirate Queen: "Sorry, school is calling, or more like grandpa is calling :)"

Guitarboy: "I'm gonna miss you today :( Can't you skip school, so we can talk :D"

Pirate Queen: "How tempting as that sounds, I can't :("

"Samantha Claire Thomson, don't make me come back in your room! Breakfast now!" He sounded like he could explode at any moment. Gone was the sweet grandpa and out came the military background.

Pirate Queen: "And I'm out! Talk ya later x"

Guitarboy: "Have fun at school :p Bye x"

She quickly closed her laptop, grabbed her schoolbag from her bed and dashed out of the room, down the hall towards the kitchen. The kitchen reminded her so much of her mother. She particularly loved the beige cabinets with the stencilled light pink flowers on it. She and her mother did those together, however you could very easily see which were hers, 'cause she forgot to stencil the leaves green. So now they had two cabinets with total pink flowers on it.

It's not just that. The kitchen holds so much memories of her mother. Mom loved to bake, so the house was pretty much always filled with the smell of fresh baked goodies. Her chocolate chip cookies were to die for; too bad she could never taste those again. But Sam would gladly give up all the chocolate chip cookies in the world, just to see her mom here once again.

Before she could completely get lost in her memories, she sat herself down at the small round kitchen table and started eating breakfast. Grandpa hid himself behind today's newspaper, still kind of mad at her for not listening. Maybe it would be best if she apologized. She knew she could get grumpy when something interrupted her chat sessions with Guitarboy, even if it was food. Even before she could open her mouth they heard a car honk. Grandpa looked up from his paper and turned to her.