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[i][colour=seagreen]"Hmm, I don't really know. Maybe I was distracted by the one-woman concert beside me. You could have told me this ride came with a free show, I would have brought popcorn."[/colour][/i]

Samantha rolled her eyes and punched Johnny’s arm lightly, the smile on her face letting him know that she was just messing around. [color=crimson]“Oh, shut up,”[/color] she told him, letting out a playful giggle. [color=crimson]“But seriously, though. What did you think of it?”[/color]

[i][colour=seagreen]"In all seriousness, it wasn't bad. I mean, some of the choruses were awkward as hell, but it wasn't egregious torture. And, I know we've probably been through this, but you still have a great voice. I think I've told you that before, though."[/colour][/i]

Sammi blushed, her chubby cheeks now an adorable shade of pink. She wasn’t the type of girl that got compliments very often, so she never really knew how to respond to them without getting all shy and awkward. The fact that the compliment came from [i]Johnny Baxter[/i] of all people only made her blush harder. She knew that he had strong opinions about everything, so if he said she had a great voice, it was because he truly believed it. 

[color=crimson]“Why thank you,”[/color] she replied in a small voice, tucking a strand of dirty blonde hair behind her ear and not knowing what else to say. Her eyes remained straight on the road as an awkward silence settled in.

[i][colour=seagreen]"You look pretty tonight, by the way. I really should film you sometime."[/colour][/i]

Samantha’s eyes widened, stunned at both his second compliment in less than two minutes and at how Johnny considered her pretty enough to be filmed. He seemed to interpret her shock in the wrong way, though, because he quickly began to mumble out an awkward apology.

[i][colour=seagreen]"Oh, god, did that sound weird? That sounded really weird, didn't it? So sorry."[/colour][/i]

[color=crimson]“N-no!”[/color] Sammi stammered, stumbling on her words. [color=crimson]“You’re fine, Johnny. I- I would love for you to film me.”[/color] 

Realizing how that weird that sounded, the girl’s face flared up instantly. She decided to stop talking immediately, afraid that she would dig herself into a deeper hole if she tried to fix it. Sammi keep her eyes straight on the road, not risking to give a single glance at her passenger in fear that he might see how embarrassed she was.

It seemed that the awkwardness of it all had been too much for Johnny, because he’d practically leapt out the car door as soon as they arrived at Avery's house. Sammi watched in surprise as he walked quickly around the car, opening her door for her before saying:

[i][colour=seagreen]"I take it you'll have fun without me. I'm not good at parties."[/colour][/i] he told her, beginning to stalk off into the garden.

[color=crimson]“Oh, no! Please don’t-”[/color] she replied, trying to convince Johnny that he’d done nothing wrong. But his back was towards her: he wasn’t listening.

However, he suddenly turned around suddenly to add: [b][colour=seagreen]"I can walk home tonight, if it's convenient. Tell me later. I'll be seeing you!"[/colour][/b]


[color=crimson]“No, Johnny, wait-!”[/color] she cried out desperately, trying to catch up with him. But before she could stop him, he’d stalked off and was gone.

Letting out a disappointed sigh, Samantha locked the car and made her way to the party. The place was alight with music and activity: her classmates having fun in whatever way they considered that to be. She waved and nodded to the few ones that acknowledged her, but her focus was on finding her best friends. It wasn’t until she’d reached the patio that her eyes ultimately fell on Nathan’s lone figure sitting in the couch. The sight of him immediately lit up her eyes, and a beaming smile overcame her features.

[color=crimson]“Nate!”[/color] she cried out, making a run to where he was and jumping straight to the empty space beside him. She wrapped him in a tight hug before ultimately letting him go. [color=crimson]“What’s up, love? Anything interesting going on?”[/color] the girl asked, promptly swinging her legs onto his lap and leaving them there to rest.

[color=BF5B22]“Oh you mean in the...”[/color] He checked his watch. [color=BF5B22]“4 hours since we last saw each other?”[/color]  Nathan replied, which earned him an eye roll and a playful punch in the arm from Sammi. [color=BF5B22]“Nah you know dinner with the grandparents, the crippling disappointment in my father just getting worse.” [/color] he’d said this with a laugh to let her know that he was mostly joking, but it still provoked a disapproving, 
disappointed sigh from the girl. 

[color=crimson]“That’s fucking awful, Nathie-baby,”[/color] Samantha lamented, giving her friend a short, comforting hug. [color=crimson]“But just you wait, hun. The day will come in which he’s gonna feel sorry for what he’s doing, and it’ll probably be so late that he’ll have to work extra hard to make it up to you. Mark my words.”[/color]

Nathan seemed to want to drop the subject, because after giving her a nod he changed the topic. [color=BF5B22]“What about you Sammay? How was dinner with Eleanor?” [/color] he asked, tapping his hands on her legs to the beat of the new song that just came on.

Samantha smiled brightly. [color=crimson]“It was good! We had a great time. It had been a while since the last time we’d had any time together, you know, with her work and all that. So it was nice to catch up and-”[/color] she trailed off, her green eyes landing on the sight of Samson with Saya.

Sammi raised a questioning, yet teasing eyebrow, to which Sam replied by waving at them. She returned the wave happily, a playful smirk on her face.

[color=crimson]“As cute as the two of them look together, I hope he doesn’t ditch us all night for some girl,”[/color] Sammi mused, grabbing Nate’s beer and taking a long sip. Her eyes were still on Saya and Sam. [color=crimson]“Don’t get me wrong: I love the guy. But this is our last high school party together. I want to make sure we live it together.”[/color]