Sam's Town
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“Did you know that most people have already met the person they are going to marry by the age of sixteen?” My best friend of the past seven years, Jaime, stated from the other side of the couch. I glanced over at him to see him completely engulfed in his Android. “Maybe it’s a sign.”
“Fuck yourself,” I grumbled from my position on the couch. “I swear to god if you even say his name.”
“You and Mike are going to get married!” He giggled and ducked as I slung a pillow at his head. “Watch it, Rae!”
“Watch it, Rae! I didn’t just say something that is absolutely repulsive or anything. I didn’t deserve to get hit with a pillow,” I mocked as I threw another pillow at Jaime’s head.
He let out a chuckle, “Will you two ever give it up? I mean come on Rae, you have hated each other for how long?”
“Does it even matter?” I huffed. “I don’t like the guy. I never liked him from the moment I met him in tenth grade when he asked if I would give him a blow job behind the bleachers. What a way to make an impression!” I got up from the couch and groaned, “I’m dying of hunger.”
“Run away from the conversation, I got you girl,” Jaime laughed and winked before going back to his Android that seemed to never leave his hands.
I walked into the kitchen in our apartment and opened the refrigerator. Nothing sat inside but beer, as per usual. I don’t even know why I even tried to look into the pantry, all that was in there were chips, cookies, etc. I guess I could put it in the category of “not a real meal”. I groaned as I snatched my purse up from the kitchen table and called out to Jaime that we would be going out to lunch before making my way over to my room and getting myself dressed. I threw on a pair of high waisted black pants with a white bustier styled crop top and white sandals. I then added some make up to my face to cover up all my blemishes and yanked my dark hair out of the top knot it was in and ran my hands through it to loosen the waves it created. “You ready?” I called out to Jaime as I turned my bedroom light off and made my way towards the front door of our apartment.
“Where are we eating?” Jaime asked from the driver’s seat as I flipped through the radio stations.
“Don’t care. I’m just hungry.” I mumbled as I searched for a song to listen to, and then finally settled on an old Blink-182 song and stared out the window.
“Well I know a little Mexican that may happen to be making enchiladas as we speak...” Jaime smiled in my direction as he cut the car engine off in a driveway of an extremely familiar town-home community.
“My Victor knows the way to my heart,” I laughed and got out of the car. I made my way to the front door with Jaime following shortly behind me and threw it open with a big, “ICKY VICKY!”
“Rae-Bear!” My nickname was called from the kitchen along with the smell of the most delicious cooking you would ever taste in your life. I walked in and engulfed Vic in a hug. “I missed you, Rae! I haven’t seen you in weeks!”
“I’ve been so caught up with work, Vic. I’m sorry. It feels so good to have a weekend off, though,” I smiled. “I missed you too! You have to come visit me some day.” He promised he would and then served me up two chicken enchiladas right in front of me at the island.
“Mike! Get your ass down here if you want food, or it will all be gone!” Vic yelled up the steps before sitting down with Jaime and I and digging into his dish. “I swear to God he’s been upstairs banging some chick from last night all morning.” I cringed as Jaime laughed, “Dude, I’ve had to hear it for like five hours it’s not funny.”
“Where’s the food at?” The voice that I have grown to hate spoke while walking into the kitchen. There was a crisp smell of sex and cigarettes lurking about the room. I looked over and saw a sneer in my direction, “Aw. Little miss princess is here. How are you doing today, little one?”
I rolled my eyes and swallowed the bite of food that I had been chewing since he walked in, “Leave me alone, Michael.” I was fully aware he could probably feel the poison I spat when I said his full name.
He smirked, “It’s my home. I’ll talk to you if I please, Rae. Now shouldn’t you be handing me over my plate of food, you are the woman.”
“You’re a fucking pig,” I stared at him with pure disgust on my face and shoved his dish from one end of the island towards him.
“Good girl,” he smiled before picking up the plate and taking it upstairs with him. “Oh and Rae, if you’d like to join me and Miranda, the offer is totally up for grabs!”
I poked at the little bit of my enchilada I had left, I was now too disgusted to finish my food and I could feel the stares on me from Jaime and Vic. “What?” I looked up to meet the gaze of the little Mexican sitting in front of me.
“Why do even keep this up with him, Rae?” Vic huffed. “I swear if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you and Mike are the same person and both actually enjoy the insults.”
“I don’t enjoy the...”
Jaime cut me off, “I tried to talk to her about it earlier, Vic. I think that secretly deep down inside both of them they actually know that if they got over this hunch they’d be the best of friends.”
“The hell if I’m going to be the best of friends with Michael Christopher Fuentes,” I snorted. “You both have lost your minds. I don’t enjoy the insults, I’m just used to them. I think it goes the same for Mike. We don’t like each other. We never have. We never will. We will never be friends. I’m friends with ya’ll, and Tone, and ya’lls girls... and other buddies so what’s the big deal anyway?”
“He’s my brother,” Vic sighed. “I just hate that I can’t have the two of you around without some type of insults flying around the place. You’re one of my best friends, Rae. And I’ve had this talk with him too. I get that you guys don’t want to be buddies, alright? But I just wish you could be civilized.”
“You expect me to be civilized with your gorilla of a brother?!” I shrieked.
“I HEARD THAT!” Mike’s voice boomed from upstairs.
I rolled my eyes, “Can you guys just leave me alone about it? And I mean if you keep questioning Mike about fixing the whole situation, stop as well. You’re wasting our time and your breath.”
“Aw, you care about my time,” Mike’s voice sounded from behind me. “How kind of you, little Rae!”
“Who’s that?” A female voice spoke.
I turned to become face to face with a fake-boobed, fake-tanned out of the bottle blonde. “Who are you?”
“I’m Miranda,” she smiled.
“Well, nice to meet you Miranda. I’m Rae, Mike’s ex-girlfriend. I hate to break it to ya’, but we just recently broke up because of this really weird rash Mike got that may be contagious. You should probably go home and get checked out...” I smiled back at the girl and watched her eyes grow wide before fleeing the town-home.
“FUCK YOU, RAE!” Mike screamed.
“Here we go,” I heard Vic mumble.
“YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING BITCH!” Mike growled, “You should be fucking happy that she was only a one-night stand, but I swear to God if people start talking shit I’m going to fucking come after your prissy little ass.”
“You know it was funny, Mike,” I smirked at him as I stood up and placed my dish in the dishwasher before crossing into the living room and leaning against the wall in front of him. “Like you’ve never played this game with me before.”
“You don’t want to start this game back up with me, Rae. I will crush you.”
“Is that a threat?” I grinned at the man standing in front of me.
“It’s a promise, baby girl.”
“Fuck yourself,” I grumbled from my position on the couch. “I swear to god if you even say his name.”
“You and Mike are going to get married!” He giggled and ducked as I slung a pillow at his head. “Watch it, Rae!”
“Watch it, Rae! I didn’t just say something that is absolutely repulsive or anything. I didn’t deserve to get hit with a pillow,” I mocked as I threw another pillow at Jaime’s head.
He let out a chuckle, “Will you two ever give it up? I mean come on Rae, you have hated each other for how long?”
“Does it even matter?” I huffed. “I don’t like the guy. I never liked him from the moment I met him in tenth grade when he asked if I would give him a blow job behind the bleachers. What a way to make an impression!” I got up from the couch and groaned, “I’m dying of hunger.”
“Run away from the conversation, I got you girl,” Jaime laughed and winked before going back to his Android that seemed to never leave his hands.
I walked into the kitchen in our apartment and opened the refrigerator. Nothing sat inside but beer, as per usual. I don’t even know why I even tried to look into the pantry, all that was in there were chips, cookies, etc. I guess I could put it in the category of “not a real meal”. I groaned as I snatched my purse up from the kitchen table and called out to Jaime that we would be going out to lunch before making my way over to my room and getting myself dressed. I threw on a pair of high waisted black pants with a white bustier styled crop top and white sandals. I then added some make up to my face to cover up all my blemishes and yanked my dark hair out of the top knot it was in and ran my hands through it to loosen the waves it created. “You ready?” I called out to Jaime as I turned my bedroom light off and made my way towards the front door of our apartment.
“Where are we eating?” Jaime asked from the driver’s seat as I flipped through the radio stations.
“Don’t care. I’m just hungry.” I mumbled as I searched for a song to listen to, and then finally settled on an old Blink-182 song and stared out the window.
“Well I know a little Mexican that may happen to be making enchiladas as we speak...” Jaime smiled in my direction as he cut the car engine off in a driveway of an extremely familiar town-home community.
“My Victor knows the way to my heart,” I laughed and got out of the car. I made my way to the front door with Jaime following shortly behind me and threw it open with a big, “ICKY VICKY!”
“Rae-Bear!” My nickname was called from the kitchen along with the smell of the most delicious cooking you would ever taste in your life. I walked in and engulfed Vic in a hug. “I missed you, Rae! I haven’t seen you in weeks!”
“I’ve been so caught up with work, Vic. I’m sorry. It feels so good to have a weekend off, though,” I smiled. “I missed you too! You have to come visit me some day.” He promised he would and then served me up two chicken enchiladas right in front of me at the island.
“Mike! Get your ass down here if you want food, or it will all be gone!” Vic yelled up the steps before sitting down with Jaime and I and digging into his dish. “I swear to God he’s been upstairs banging some chick from last night all morning.” I cringed as Jaime laughed, “Dude, I’ve had to hear it for like five hours it’s not funny.”
“Where’s the food at?” The voice that I have grown to hate spoke while walking into the kitchen. There was a crisp smell of sex and cigarettes lurking about the room. I looked over and saw a sneer in my direction, “Aw. Little miss princess is here. How are you doing today, little one?”
I rolled my eyes and swallowed the bite of food that I had been chewing since he walked in, “Leave me alone, Michael.” I was fully aware he could probably feel the poison I spat when I said his full name.
He smirked, “It’s my home. I’ll talk to you if I please, Rae. Now shouldn’t you be handing me over my plate of food, you are the woman.”
“You’re a fucking pig,” I stared at him with pure disgust on my face and shoved his dish from one end of the island towards him.
“Good girl,” he smiled before picking up the plate and taking it upstairs with him. “Oh and Rae, if you’d like to join me and Miranda, the offer is totally up for grabs!”
I poked at the little bit of my enchilada I had left, I was now too disgusted to finish my food and I could feel the stares on me from Jaime and Vic. “What?” I looked up to meet the gaze of the little Mexican sitting in front of me.
“Why do even keep this up with him, Rae?” Vic huffed. “I swear if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you and Mike are the same person and both actually enjoy the insults.”
“I don’t enjoy the...”
Jaime cut me off, “I tried to talk to her about it earlier, Vic. I think that secretly deep down inside both of them they actually know that if they got over this hunch they’d be the best of friends.”
“The hell if I’m going to be the best of friends with Michael Christopher Fuentes,” I snorted. “You both have lost your minds. I don’t enjoy the insults, I’m just used to them. I think it goes the same for Mike. We don’t like each other. We never have. We never will. We will never be friends. I’m friends with ya’ll, and Tone, and ya’lls girls... and other buddies so what’s the big deal anyway?”
“He’s my brother,” Vic sighed. “I just hate that I can’t have the two of you around without some type of insults flying around the place. You’re one of my best friends, Rae. And I’ve had this talk with him too. I get that you guys don’t want to be buddies, alright? But I just wish you could be civilized.”
“You expect me to be civilized with your gorilla of a brother?!” I shrieked.
“I HEARD THAT!” Mike’s voice boomed from upstairs.
I rolled my eyes, “Can you guys just leave me alone about it? And I mean if you keep questioning Mike about fixing the whole situation, stop as well. You’re wasting our time and your breath.”
“Aw, you care about my time,” Mike’s voice sounded from behind me. “How kind of you, little Rae!”
“Who’s that?” A female voice spoke.
I turned to become face to face with a fake-boobed, fake-tanned out of the bottle blonde. “Who are you?”
“I’m Miranda,” she smiled.
“Well, nice to meet you Miranda. I’m Rae, Mike’s ex-girlfriend. I hate to break it to ya’, but we just recently broke up because of this really weird rash Mike got that may be contagious. You should probably go home and get checked out...” I smiled back at the girl and watched her eyes grow wide before fleeing the town-home.
“FUCK YOU, RAE!” Mike screamed.
“Here we go,” I heard Vic mumble.
“YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING BITCH!” Mike growled, “You should be fucking happy that she was only a one-night stand, but I swear to God if people start talking shit I’m going to fucking come after your prissy little ass.”
“You know it was funny, Mike,” I smirked at him as I stood up and placed my dish in the dishwasher before crossing into the living room and leaning against the wall in front of him. “Like you’ve never played this game with me before.”
“You don’t want to start this game back up with me, Rae. I will crush you.”
“Is that a threat?” I grinned at the man standing in front of me.
“It’s a promise, baby girl.”
Notes
Hey guys! This story is already posted on my regular Mibba account (wildwiththewind). But I hope those of you that haven't read it before enjoy it! Feedback makes me update faster.xoxo
I had to read the whole story again when I saw your update, thanks! Hope you can update your other story as well, this gives me hope!
2/20/16