Never Be the Same
Chapter 8
"Want to go get something to eat?"
Sam suggested, as we got back into the car.
I shrugged, not caring. I ate just before, also.
"How about frozen yogurt?" he added, and my eyes lit
up.
"Ohmygosh, yes! That's my favorite!" I squealed,
and Sam laughed as he began to drive.
"Pinkberry, or Red Mango?" he inquired to me.
I tapped on my chin as I thought for a moments. "Red
Mango!" I finally said.
Sam nodded, and made a right at the next light.
"Ladies first." he grinned, opening up the door of the
shop.
I felt my cheeks flush, and I thanked him sheepishly as I walked
inside.
"Order whatever you want," Sam said from behind me, as
I stared at the menu, "it's on me."
He began pulling out his wallet, and I turned to him and shook my
head.
"No way, I don't want to to spend money on me." I
protested, and Sam sighed.
"Kendra, it's fine. Besides, I kind of owe you big
time." he said lowly.
I rolled my eyes, and placed my hand on my hip as I shook my
head.
Sam glared at me, before his face softened into a smile,
"Okay, okay. You win." he gave in.
I smiled, and ordered my usual: a regular chocolate with
strawberries and chocolate chips.
Sam ordered himself something similar, except instead of
strawberries, he ordered every kind of candy there was to put on
as a topping.
"Are you two together, or separate?" the woman behind
the counter asked, as I opened my Coach wallet.
"Together," Sam said, at the same time I said the
opposite.
I glared at him as he handed the lady a ten, and punched him
lightly as she gave him the change.
"Ow, what was that for?" he asked, as we took a seat at
a two-person table.
"I told you you didn't have to pay for me!" I told
him.
"I know I didn't," he said, eating a scoop of his
yogurt, "but I wanted to." he grinned.
I bit my lip, trying to hide the fact that I was blushing around
Sam again.
I know Dana said I should be careful around him, and I knew that
to begin with.
I didn't have the best impression about him after her just
left the coffeeshop when I'd first told him.
But, from what it seems, he wasn't a bad guy at all.
"So, tell me about yourself." Sam said, with a
grin.
I eyed him over my frozen yogurt cup, and raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" I asked back, confused.
Sam chuckled, briefly, "I mean, we didn't really get to
know each other before," he trailed off, "you
know"
I nodded, twirling my plastic spoon under the tip of my index
finger.
"That is true." I said with a shrug.
"Well, what's your family like?" Sam asked, leaning
back slightly in his seat.
I bit on my bottom lip, still playing around with the spoon.
I don't think anybody here knows about my family, not even
Dana.
I mean, it's not that they hadn't asked, I just
didn't want any of them really knowing, you know?
It was a, tough subject, I guess you could say.
"My parents died when I was 3, in a car accident." I
said, fighting back the urge to tear up.
It sucks, knowing that you never really got the chance to know
your parents, and you'll never know them
Sam's face fell, and he opened his mouth, trying to find the
right words to say.
"Kendra," he said softly, "I didn't know,
I'm s-" I cut him off.
"It's fine, you don't have to apologize," I
paused, "Anyway, since I was so young when it happened, I
never got to know them, or my sister."
Sam stared, cueing me to continue.
"The three of them were on their way home from the hospital,
when it happened. I've been living with my aunt ever since.
At least until I came here." I said with a small smile at
the last part.
Sam gave me a sympathatic look, then replaced it with a
half-hearted grin.
"I guess you could say I never really had the taste of a
real family too," I shrugged, slumping down in my seat.
I took the last bite of my frozen yogurt, noticing Sam was
watching my every move.
"Well think about it," he began, his face starting to
lighten up, "we both will now."
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