"Sam! Get your ass down here NOW!"
Yup that's my mom screaming for me, knowing I royally hate being called Sam. It makes me seem like a boy. I'd rather be called Samantha. You know the name she gave me.
"What's up mom? I'm busy. P.S, don't fucking call me Sam!" I reply. About 5 seconds later my bedroom door bursts open. Great, it was my step brother. Don't get me wrong I love Matt. I thought of him as my best friend and I could tell him anything. But I can never have time to myself. Matt is 2 years older than me making him 18. He's 6'5", has sandy blond hair, ice blue eyes, and an 8 pack. Cliche right? I think that's his goal. He's really muscular and toned even though he doesn't play sports. He strives for that pretty boy look. We go to the gym at least every other day. Not like I want to but he drags me there and it's a nice escape from my mom.
After he nearly breaks my door into pieces, he sits on my bed eating a sandwich. Number one rule of Samantha's room; no eating on my bed!
"Matthew Richard if you get crumbs on my bed I will find you and slowly slice your balls off with a butter knife."
"Slow your role sweet stuff. You know I don't waste. All of the crumbs will end up im my mouth."
"You better hope."
"Hey wanna go get some food?"
"Dude you're eating a sandwich for crying out loud!"
"You'll get away from queen bitch wanna be." Then the light went off.
"Why of course, would I dare take you anywhere else?"
"True statement. Hey is your dad on business or something? I haven't seen him."
"Yeah but he should be back today."
He laughed that sexy half smirk laugh he does when I get really excited at stupid things.
Here's my story. I'm Samantha Marie Parks, Matt calls me Sammy and is the only one that's allowed. I have long blond hair and blue/grey eyes. I'm really short so I look like I'm 5 next to matt. Matt's dad, Mark, and my mom got married what will be 2 years ago next month. My dad ran off with some 22 year old. And that really isn't a big deal being my parents had me when they were 16. I've always liked Mark because he cared for my mom and me. I can be a goody at times. Well until a couple months ago when I started rebelling against my mom. I can't stand the friggin' woman. I mean getting slapped because I fell asleep and didn't take the trash out is a little pathetic don't you think?
Anyway we went to taco bell. I had those Doritos tacos and must I say, delicious! Afterwards he took me home.
"Sam, where were you two?"
"Mom, we were hungry so we went to go get food."
"If I find out you two are doing the nasty you will both be grounded. And Matthew just remember you're not too young to live on your own. I could kick you out." That's when Matt took it upon himself to jump into the conversation.
"Clair, Leave Sammy alone please. She was hungry, so I took her for food."
"Get your asses in the house."
"What the hell do you think we were trying to do mom?"
"Don't speak to me like that young lady! Now get inside."
"See, this is why I like when Mark is home. BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE TO PUT UP WITH YOUR SHIT!"
"Clair leave her the fuck alone! She doesn't want to put up with this today." I took this opportunity to nudge by into the house where Mark was sitting happily on the couch. I walked into the kitchen with a smile on my face. Matt had just stood up for me. I don't know why that made me so happy but it does. Mark walked into the kitchen.