[center][h2][color=82ca9d]Samantha Park[/color][/h2][/center]

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"You moving out yet?" Samantha's dad teased, like he did every morning. Only a year out of college, Sammy was struggling to find a real job- a job that would get her a house. The main reason for wanting to get a house was to get her dad to stop asking her to get a house.

[color=a2d39c]"No, Dad, I don't have a house yet. I think I'll put it off a few years just to annoy you, at this rate." [/color]Samantha smiled as she looked at her aging father. 

"You better not. I'll make you pay rent." 

Samantha gasped in mock horror. Her father chuckled heartily and went back into the living room to watch golf. Shudder. Golf? She had no idea how anyone liked [i]watching[/i] golf. Not even drunk? The only acceptable form of golf was mini-golf late at night, with all your friends, and completely wasted. Even then, if you had all your friends at night and were drunk- the last thing you should be doing is playing golf.

And yet, there her father sat, comfy on the couch at 10 AM, doing nothing except watching richer, younger men hit balls into holes. What a blast. 

Her cereal was getting soggy in her Soy milk (she wasn't a hipster, Soy milk just tastes better!) so she washed out the bowl. Her mother offered to take the bowl from her.

[color=a2d39c]"Mom, I can wash my own dishes, okay? I'm a big girl now."[/color]

Her mother frowned. "I wish you weren't. I remember when you were just a little girl, this tall." She made a gesture at her knees. "Oh, one time, we all went to the playground and you said you were a doctor, and you played with all the little children and you were a doctor, one of them was a firemen, speaking of firemen, remember that one time when you set fire to those sticks in our backyard when you were 6? Such a little troublemaker back then. You're much better now though- your father made sure to that. No more books for you young lady! Oh, those were the days. It seems like only yesterday you were a little girl, about this high..." Making another gesture at her knees.

Samantha crossed her eyes dramatically, feigning death by boredom. Her mother made a noise and lightly pushed her in the shoulder.

"Sammy, you shouldn't treat your poor old mother like that!" She said. Before Samantha realized it, she had taken her cereal bowl and was washing it in the kitchen sink. How did she do that?

Her smart phone buzzed in the back pocket of her jeans. She reached in, to see that she had gotten a few texts over night, followed up by one from a friend of hers. Jean-Jacques, from high school. His younger brother Dom was a pretty popular character at the time if she recalled correctly, and he introduced her to his brother- Jean. 

They seemed to hit it off pretty well at the time- and they both wanted to reconnect. You could never use enough friends.

Plus, he was like, super buff. She checked the message, and a small smile spread across her lips. 

[center][color=660099]--[u] Ur coming 3 months from now. You excited? I am XD [/u]--[/color][/center]

Her fingers went to work typing out the message.

[center][color=a2d39c]--[u] yep! :) sry it couldn't happen sooner! SUPER busy with the job search!! should have some free time when it comes around tho!! [/u]--[/color] [/center]

She sent the message. Another text- this one from her brother, Steven. He's the one who started calling her Sammy. 

[center] --[u] Hey, Sammy. Just checkin' in on my little sis. Need any money? I've got money, because I've got a job. How is that job search going by the way? Need any money?[/u]--[/center]

Damn you, Steven. "Need any money"? Why are older brothers so good at annoying their younger siblings? It was all good meaning banter, but Sammy took it very seriously. She had to think of something to annoy him back. Hmm. It'd come to her later. She put her phone back into her back pocket.

"You better not be thinking of dating that Jean boy. I won't have my daughter married to a french man!" Mother said. For some reason, she had adopted "hating" the french people of Canada- like they were some kind of rival college football team. 

[color=a2d39c]"Mom-" [/color]Sammy laughed. [color=a2d39c]"Mom, he's not from France. He's from-" [/color]

"AaaaaaaahhhI do not care! He is french! His name is Jean-Jacques! That is the most french name I have ever heard." 

Her father laughed from the living room- apparently listening in.

[color=a2d39c]"It wouldn't matter anyway, Mom. He's just a friend." [/color]

Her mother gave her a deadpan look. "Oh, yes. Of course. Just friends." She said, sarcasm soaking her words. Samantha smiled and turned away quickly to hide her blushing. How did she even know she was texting him? She passed her father on the way to her room, who also gave her a knowing look. Man! What the heck? It was in three months! They were acting like she and Jean just walked out of her room with frazzled hair like some kind of sit-com. 

She quietly closed the door behind her and the quiet voice of the golf announcer became muffled. Her laptop was sitting there in sleep mode. Tapping her wireless mouse brought the computer to life once again- and the sight of a million resume tabs and a depressingly empty inbox. No responses over the night. She sighed, reminding herself that her degree wouldn't go to waste. 

She spent the next few hours online- doing research, looking into job opportunities, playing some casual game. Suddenly, her eyes widened. She had it! She had it figured out.

She just thought of the perfect comeback to her brother!