*Samantha’s Point of View*
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Today's the day that I am going to return Red's phone and her leather jacket to her house. No, I am not excited. I am super excited.
Well, anyway, I'm heading to her house. Of course, I know where she lives. Not that I stalk her, but I could actually see her entering that house.
Their house is pretty nice, two-story with a lovely flower garden in front. It has a small pool on the left side, and I just knew that her room is the one that has a balcony facing the road. I am not stalking her, okay?
I parked my car right in front of their house. This is it. I got to see Red again. Sh*t, the butterflies are swirling around my stomach every time I could think of the kiss last night and how she saved me.
Now, what will I say to her? Lemme think. Okay, I can't think of anything.
I will just knock, and that's it. The goddess of my dreams will come out and will kiss m... Oh, stop it, Sam. Damn, I can't get enough of her calling me Sammy. I feel like that nickname is the most special to me.
Just take a deep breath and knock. No, there's a stupid doorbell. I just got to press that effin' button.
I pressed it, and this is it...
A woman about the age of forty, got brown hair and eyes the same as my Red, opened the door.
Alright, I know that it is her mom. Who the heck expected that it would be Red? No one, right?
"Umm, ah... Hi... Ms. Lawrence." I stuttered.
Okay, I'm not expecting to get face to face with her mom at all.
"Hello, Dear! Are you looking for Claire?" She asked me cheerfully.
"Uh, yes. Is she... around? I mean, can I... talk to her?" I asked her, and clearly, I am NOT nervous.
"Yes, do come in," she told me and ushered me to their living room.
Wow, just as I guessed that the interior of the house would be amazing.
"Thank you," I replied shyly.
"Well, it will be better if you go to her room and just get in. Anyway, she won't hear it if you knock. Well, you know, it's not every day that a friend of hers will come over to our house. I mean, it never really happened so… Umm, her room is right at the first door, right side, and after the stairs." She stated and instructed.
Well, I'm not Red's friend, and neither do I want to be just her friend.
"Thank you, Ms. Lawrence---" I responded, but she cut me off.
"Oh, please, call me Eden," she said with a wide smile.
"Okay, Eden. By the way, I am Samantha." I told her and introduced myself.
Well, it is weird, but I feel comfortable talking with her mom now. She is beautiful too, just like her daughter.
"Oh, so, you're the Samantha she's talking ab--- oops, alright, nice to finally meet you. Go, she's in her room, and I will just go there and bring you snacks, or you'll go down. Enjoy!" She uttered with a wide smile. That's weird but great.
She then went to the kitchen and left me no choice but to go to Red's room.
Now, I am double nervous.
I knocked three times, but there was no response. Okay, her mom's right. Well, I wonder what she is doing inside.
I slowly opened the door, and I could hear a piano playing, and she was singing the song Secret Love Song by Little Mix.
Then I just stood there right at her door while listening to her angelic voice. She's singing it so great, and it just makes me fall for her even more.
I never knew that she could sing this well. And also last night, she sang me a song. And I never knew that she's an effin' DJ that could rock up the whole club.
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By the end of the song, I knocked, and there, finally, the goddess of my dreams looked at me with a shocked face. Okay, no one's notified that I'm coming over.
She stood up and closed her piano.
"Uh, what are you... um, how did you get here? I mean ... what are you doing here?" She asked me while not sure of what to ask.
She got her glasses on, and she just looks so cute, I want to kis-- alright, stop right there.
"Well, first of all... Your mom let me in, and I just want to return this." I answered and handed her her leather jacket.
"And by the way, your phone's in it. And don't worry, I didn't touch it." I continued while smiling like a freak.
"And secondly... Thank you. Again." I added.
She just raised an eyebrow at me, then smiled. Phew, I thought she's mad. She looks so beautiful when she smiles.
"Alright, thanks! I thought I lost my phone last night," she spoke and threw her jacket on her bed.
I just noticed that her room got light red paint and lots of musical instruments. She got a piano, a guitar, sax, violin, and a spin table. Alright, she's not just a DJ but also an absolutely talented human being.
"Umm, so... I ah, gotta get... going?" I stuttered. Of course, what should I do next? Like, duh, I just went here to return her stuff.
"Uh, come with me downstairs. Mom's gotta have snacks ready by now," she let out and held my left hand.
Did I mention that her touch is so soft and cold? Alright, I guess she's nervous. And I felt the electricity in her touch that made my stomach go crazy. Damn, I really love this girl.
We went down to the kitchen, and her mom was there preparing some juice.
"Oh, now take a seat, Dears. Here's your piece of cake, Sam. And for you, Claire." Her mom uttered and handed us a plate of cake and a glass of orange juice, each.
"Thank you," I muttered while smiling.
I miss my mom by just seeing a mother that takes care of her child. Well, dads don't usually do that to their children.
"Thanks, Mom," Red said, then paused and asked, "So, I guess you know each other already?"
"Yep. You didn't tell me that she is *whispers*. .." Her mom said and whispered the last part.
Then Red's face turned red, and her eyes widened.
"Mom! Shut it. Geez!" She exclaimed and focused her eyes on her food.
I wonder what her mom told her about me. Well, anyway the cake is so delicious.
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We all ate while talking about some things about the school and some things about myself. I told Eden that I don't live with both of my parents, and they got divorced.
While we were talking about me being the head cheerleader, a car roared outside like it just parked.
I wonder who it is.
Then one thing comes to my mind.
Red's girlfriend. Since her mom told me earlier that she doesn't have any friends who come over. But her girlfriend could come over.
Alright, I almost forgot about the b*tch yesterday.