Song of the Chapter- What A Wonderful World, Louis Armstrong, song on side

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✐Chapter 2- "I was being cradled like a baby by Samuel Jackson." ✎

               I patted my right thigh, looking for the key to the house. Nope. I shoved my hand in my back jeans pocket (I had changed out of my dress the second the Mr. Jackson stopped the car at a pit stop) and grabbed the keys that my mother gave me to open the doors to the new house. Turning the key in the keyhole, I gasped when I saw the bright colors dancing along the walls and the eccentric furniture and lamps. I glanced around skeptically, it was pretty spacious. Definitely more roomy than the old house.

               I felt a pang in my chest, that old house held all types of memories, good and bad. That had been my childhood house, the one where my parents were still alive, the one where my mother would sing songs like "What a Wonderful World" with my father happily dancing along, swinging me in his arms and Hailey was rolling her eyes at us but eventually joining in, shaking her hips and giggling along.

               I sighed. This was all too much to take in.

               Trudging upstairs, I checked out each room, looking for something of mine my mom put in it so I could I identify which one was mine. I spotted my polka-dotted suitcase lying open next to a queen bed in the bedroom upstairs, down the hallway, the last door on the right. It was definitely larger than my old room, and the walls were a beautiful shade of dark turquoise with a black ceiling. I flicked through the boxes and suitcases full of my belongings, finding a couple necessities to bring over to the Jacksons' house for a month, figuring I'd only bring what I needed and come back to the house for the other junk I owned.

               I filled up two of the biggest suitcases I had with what I could not live without like some ripped jeans, a couple of my t-shirts with Panic! At The Disco, or Harry Potter quotes, my laptop, iPhone, multiple book series, a stuffed toy I've had my whole life, and my Doctor Who poster. And other posters, I can't have blank walls while I could be drooling over Liam Hemsworth.

               I dragged the suitcases down the stairs one at a time, ignoring the 'thump' that came from the violet bag that held my precious laptop. Jesus, I was getting a workout just running up and down the flight of stairs. I've gotta stop my addiction to snickers. I successfully got a hold of all my luggage and ran- more like flailed- to the other side of the road to the Jackson's.

               The family was already inside and settled in, and they apparently had a guest room I could stay in.

               Yes, you may think, wow, at least she's not in the same room as that devil-that-looks-like-an-angel-named-Sam.

               Well, the devil is sleeping in the room across from me, and we share the bathroom down the hall. I know, now you're thinking, Good Lord, Destiny, over-exaggeration much? Who cares, he's not even in the same room!

               To be blunt- I snore. Only if I'm in a really deep sleep though. Really, elephant thunder loud, so I've been told. My sister once made a video of me snoring to prove a point, and, okay, I was pretty loud.

               One time our neighbors asked if everything was alright because I took a nap during the daytime and they heard my snoring. They came in with a shovel thinking someone was getting attacked.

               Anyways, bad thing is, Sam scares the fiddlesticks out of me, and if I snore while he's trying to get a beauty sleep in he's probably going to murder me in my deep slumber or hurt Lesley!

               By the way, Lesley's my laptop. Yeah, don't judge me. People name cars, and boys name their yoo-hoo's, and I named my laptop. Sue me.

               Jesus Christ.

               The three hour car ride from the wedding to my 'house' was pure torture. I was freezing in the car because of the cold November air and the car's heating didn't work. Also, I had to sit next to the devil himself and Mrs. Jackson had to go and say: "Darlings, why don't you two get comfy with each other, Sam, you could tell Destiny about her new school!" And then shot Sam a glare that said, 'you had better make her comfortable or I will make sure to show your future girlfriend all your baby pictures'.

               So while the devil's parents talked to rah other about taxes and Sam's grades and God knows what, we struck a conversation that went somewhat like this.

               The devil: "So..."

               Me: "da."

               The good looking devil: "Huh?"

               Me: "You said so, so I said da to say soda. Jesus, I'm thirsty okay?"

               The annoying yet very good looking devil: "Well then."

               *crickets chirping in the distance*

               Yeah, our conversation didn't go so well and he still managed to frighten the pee out of me.

               I was in and out of conversations the whole car ride and learned a few things: Mrs. Jackson talks a whole lot, Mr. Jackson's a die-hard New England Patriots fan, the family owned a dog named Spike, and Sam A.K.A the devil, hates me.

               And I still have no clue why.

               I mean, yeah, I can be annoying, will steal all your snickers bars, I snore when I sleep, but overall I'm a pretty likable person.

               But yet I still don't have friends, so apparently I'm not.

               Maybe he knows I'm nerdy or stereotyped me. I hate that, people believe they know everything about me, yet they know nothing at all.

               One word: Ruuuuuude.

               Come on, I mean, I can be friendly [when I want to be] and caring [if I have to be] and loving [sometimes] but do I deserve to have a friendless life?

               Why does God like to punish me?

               I guess I have 'friends' over the internet if you can count them as friends.

               Anyway, sitting in the car of the Jackson's, I watched us pass tree by tree, moving farther away from the place that's made so many memories.

               Away from the place that has always been home.

               Also during the car ride Mrs. Jackson insisted I call her 'Momma J'

               Oh good Lord.

               I grimaced a little just thinking about it.

               Now in present time and not my daydream, I heard the family in the living room of their huge, mansion-like house. Sam and his father were yelling at the television, something like, "Idiots can't play basketball!" or, "Do these referees need glasses or something?" I giggled a little and rolled the suitcases farther down the hall and towards the stairs.

               It took a good amount of time, but I finally got my luggage into the bedroom and had taken everything out of them. Nobody had heard me come inside since the volume of the TV was blasting basketball into my eardrums so loud.

               The layout was the same in this house as my family's new house. The guest bedroom was also right where my new bedroom is, the same position in my new house.

Down the hall to the right.

               Sam's room was down the hall to the left, and you could see directly into it (if he opened his curtains) from my room in the new house across the street.

               I had checked. [No, I am not a creepy pervert, get your mind out of the gutter.]

               I scowled, pulling out Lesley the Laptop. I just realized he's going to be a pervert and stalk me through the window every time I change to make my life a living hell by creeping me out.

               Hey, I didn't say I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. Just yours, you dirty minded-freak.

               And I wonder why I don't make friends. Huh.

               I slouched on the Jackson's plain guest room bed, which will be my bed for a month or so, sitting on my feet and tucking he strand of hair behind my ear. Opening Lesley the Laptop my eyes quickly scanned through my blog, and I went to create a post. Hmm, what should I type for my 54th entry? I snapped my fingers.

               Post #54

Cliché- something that happens so often that is usually expected.

Examples: best friends fall in love, vampires and werewolves and demons, oh my! The evil dude's related to the main character, you get my point. People say opposites attract, [cliché] like the nerd falling for the bad boy.

Major cliché. But trust me, these authors have no clue what they're writing. I'm living with a 'bad boy' right now, and there's no way in hell or heaven I am falling for that Satan spawn. Clichés can be misleading, apparently. I'm hoping the cliché 'the famous hot guy falls for the small town girl' which would be me. Except there is no famous guy. You know, I think I'd like clichés if there was a famous guy falling in love with me.

               I smiled, fairly satisfied with my work, and pushed my owl eyeglasses up the bridge of my nose, scrunching it up like a bunny.  With the final words typed, I carefully and slowly closed Lesley, traced the apple symbol and yawned.  It had to be at least 9:30, but I was as exhausted as J.K Rowling must have been after writing the Harry Potter series. 

               Okay, so maybe not that tired, but still...

               Quickly pulling out a pair of fuzzy pajamas I leaped out of my jeans and t-shirt.  Trudging off the comfy bed I grabbed my vibrant blue backpack I've had for many years and carelessly shoved Lesley in it. I need her everywhere, especially for tomorrow.

               Know what tomorrow is?

               You guessed it: Hell.

               More commonly known as school for some kids, but in all honesty, Hell is proper wording for it.  The teachers are the demons, the food is deadly poison, and most kids are like Satan himself [And I'm the Angel... Just kidding.] It's literally Hell, though.

               Zipping up my backpack, I hung it on the bed posts and shuffled around my suitcases to find an outfit.  

               Good God.

               New kids, new Hel- school, and popular girls would probably pick the most beautiful, word-that-rhymes-with-butt, and word-that-means-female-dog-iest costume and rule the school. I don't do that.   

               So I chose a pair of jeans and a Doctor Who shirt.

               I don't like to stand out, being put on the spot, or be the 'new girl' that everyone crowds around like an animal at the zoo so I chose simple so nobody notices I exist.

               I stifled a yawn and pushed my glasses up my nose again and folded my precious clothes, putting them on top of my polka-dotted suitcase. In a trance of sleep I sluggishly glided, zombie-like to my new be and slowly sunk myself into the soft mattress.  I wrapped the blanket around me like a burrito and placed both hands over my heart where my pajamas held the Harry Potter Deathly Hallows symbol that I traced on them a couple years ago.  My fingers unconsciously outlined the picture at least a dozen times before lulling myself to sleep.

"Mommy, are we there yet?" I bounced in my seat, my Shirley-Temple curls bouncing in my face.

"Not yet, sweetheart. Twenty more minutes. Please tell your sister to put away the iPod and headphones, this is supposed to be family time.  A memorable ride with the ones we love" My mother stated, and her eyes lovingly gazed at my father as he slightly did as well, making my mother turn slightly red. I joyously tapped Hailey's arm as she paused her music. "What." She darkly said, crossing her arms. She had been in this whole, 'IDGAF' attitude stage one period in her life.

"Mommy says you need to stop using your iPod so we can have family time!" I piped up in my high pitched, seven-year-old voice.

Hailey grumbled under her breathe, but took off her headphones anyway.

"Mom, did you pack food?" She asked, tapping her fingers on her thigh.

"Yes baby, bye Tiny's feet." Hailey stretched, but couldn't reach the bag, so I volunteered. 

"I'll do it!" I said cheerfully, straining to reach it. My mother finally sighed and told my father to pull the car over.  My mom unbuckled when the car reached a stop and climbed over the seat to grab the snacks.

My dad, being the 'geek' in their relationship, began humming the star wars theme song. I looked out the window and saw a cool, pink and orange butterfly. Mesmerized, I kept it within eye contact until I was looking straight ahead, and could see a truck barreling head-first towards our little Subaru.

"Mommy!" I screeched, pointing.  She was still rummaging in the snack backpack, but looked up and her eyes widened. My mother screamed, "JOHN!" My father's name, as he tried putting the car in motion, but the truck was coming too fast by now.  I could faintly hear my sister's screaming and my mother's cries beyond the fear wave rushing in around my brain and ears in a haze. My mother dove on top of my sister and me, shielding us from the jumbo truck heading towards our puny car.  The last words I heard before passing out from God knows what were the last words coming out of my mother's mouth:

"I love you, Tiny."

               "Stop! No, make it stop!"

You didn't say it back. You didn't say it back to her before she died. You didn't say it to your father either. Your fault. Your fault. You didn't even say goodbye.

               I didn't say goodbye. I haven't even visited their graves.

               "Make it stop! STOP! It's all my fault!" I sobbed, screaming into the darkness.  I could feel myself visibly sweating and shaking.  I thrashed and twisted in my sheets like a pretzel, trying to get out of the nightmare.

               My eyes flew open, but they couldn't process their surroundings as I began hyperventilating.  I heard whispers and a lot of shuffling and scuttling around.  I heard a woman's motherly voice, soothing, and I tried to snap out of my trance.  I felt a rough, masculine hand rubbing circles in my back and felt the bed dip when he sat down beside me. The other hand was rubbing my thigh, sending waves of heat up my let leaving my head dizzy.  I heard the man whispering in my ear, "Shh, you’re okay now. You're safe. Calm down."

               This person knew what to say.

               They didn't say, 'It's okay,' or, 'It's just a drea.' because it was neither. 

               After a while, my 'fit' ended and I became aware of my surroundings.

               1- My fists were clenched around an ACDC shirt and my face was stuffed into someone's sturdy chest.

               2- I was curled in a ball on top of that person, my arms wrapped around their torso and their arms were wrapped around my waist soothingly, one hand running down my back, and one occasionally drifting to tuck in a strand of my wavy chocolaty brown hair. 

               3- I was being cradled like a baby by Samuel Jackson.

               As if I was precious to him, like a porcelain doll, liable to explode at any minute.

               His parents were crying (well, his mother) holding onto each other's embraces, watching us.  Finally, Sam spoke up, slowly releasing me. "That was... Terrifying." He whispered, and then grabbing onto me again. I whimpered and snuggled closer to this strange, mood-shifting man and inhaled deeply, calming my senses.

               He smelled of pine and freshly mowed grass, simply... entrancing.

               "I'm used to it." I replied quietly.  I slowly removed my hands from his shirt, slightly patting down the rumpled cloth. "But no one's been able to calm me down like you." I whispered, more to myself than him, but he must've heard. His striking, silver eyes darkened a shade, softening, and I could read from that he felt pity, compassion, caring? I must be bad at reading people.

               "Then I'll sleep with you."

                His words made my eyes widen.

               "No way, you... You... Man-screwer! I am a VIRGIN, thank you very MUCH! Creeper, I just MET YOU! Gosh! Oh my GOD-"

               "Relax." He said, placing his palm on my lips, causing me to cross my eyes, staring at it. He scoffed. "Like I would ever sleep with you." He snorted. "I'll just, like, sleep in the bed with you, not... that... way. Just so you don't freak again and wake me up, Dustin."

                Okay, that wounded me.

               "One, my name is Destiny. Two, that is rude." I stated, slouching far, far away from him (without falling off the bed) and crossed my arms. 

               He smirked. "Only to you." It was silent for a while, turning his head so his golden blonde hair was glimmering from the moonlight that was shining through the window, his metallic eyes shone through the dark.

               "I think I'm going to bed now." I announced awkwardly, blankets lightly resting on top of me as my body shifted so my back was facing him.

               I crossed my feet and linked my fingers together, yawning and slowly drifting away, as I heard, "You’re a virgin, good to know." I could picture his stupid smirk on his beautifully sculptured face, so with the last energy stored in my system, I elbowed him.

               Apparently it hit its target, hearing an "Oww..." and then an "Oomf." of him falling off the bed, and I slightly smiled before having actually peaceful dreams of counting sheep and cows jumping over the moon.

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AUTHORS NOTE

well... I procrastinated.  I apologize sosososo much, and this story isn't finished yet, but I'm up to about 11 chapters.  

oKAY, THIS CHAPTERS SAD :( iM SORRY BUT I HAD TO DO IT

I have a short story I finished, it's like four chapters in total and I'd love it if you guys checked it out :D

:) spoiler- new friends ;)

QOTC- (Question of the Chapter)

Would you rather have a part in your favorite TV show for a day or meet your idol?

I'd probably meet my idol

...Sam Claflin :D

P.S: hAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE MOCKINGJAY TRAILER IT WAS JUST POSTED LIKE FOUR HOURS AGO AND ITS THE  BEST THING EVER SAM CLAFLIN IS AMAZING IN THE HALF A SECOND HE HAS

until next time...

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