1,000 Work Hours, chapter 2
The next day
Tre called Sammie since they had the day off.
"Sammie?" Tre asked.
"Yeah?" Sammie replied.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to a show at The Pit tonight?" Tre asked.
"Uh, sure," Sammie replied. "I ain't busy."
"Cool, I pick you up at like 6:30 then?" he offered.
"Yeah, sounds cool," Sammie replied.
They hung up. Sammie was happy, she loved getting to spend time with Tre, he was so nice and awesome. And She loved working with him and the Quick Stop and video place.
About an hour passed for Sammie and she had nothing to do. Then Johnny showed up at the door. He was in a Black Metallica shirt and ripped jeans. He had brown hair that went passed his shoulders, he was very cute and hot, in Sammie's opinion. He had a nice round face and he was really skinny and pale. Sammie loved him though, and in Sammie's opinion, he was great in bed. He was only the third person she had slept with. Sh was only 19. She wasn't something like a town whore or anything. She had had lots of boyfriends.
"Hey Johnny," she said hugging him and kissing him softly on the lips.
Sammie lived in a small house alone, Johnny came over a lot and they fucked and smoked pot sometimes. Tre and Johnny never got along thought. In High school they hated each other. And Johnny always worried about Sammie cheating on him with Tre.
He hated how Tre got to be so popular with everyone. Tre was just one of those guys anyone could be friends with. Tre did have a lot of friends, and Sammie was one of Tre's best friends, that bothered Johnny even more.
They wen inside and they sat on the fading grey couch in the small living room.
"So what are you up to tonight?" he asked.
Sammie didn't want to say that she was going to a show with Tre but she never lied to Johnny, she trusted him and he trusted her and she wasn't going to break that trust.
"I'm going to a show at The Pit with Tre," Sammie replied.
"What?" he asked. "Why are you always spending time with him?" Johnny asked angrily.
"Because he's my friend, we've been best friends since middle school!" Sammie replied.
"But you always spend time with him," he complained.
"So? Can't friends spend time together?" Sammie asked.
"Yeah, but I feel like you're cheating on me," Johnny said.
"Oh my god, we've been over this, I'm not going to fucking cheat on you! I don't have a good reason!" Sammie replied her voice rising.
"Don't raise your voice at me!" he yelled.
"Why not? You are to me!" Sammie shot back.
SMACK!
Johnny smacked her across the face. A red hand mark developed across her cheek.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" Sammie asked.
Johnny stood up and he looked down at her.
"I dunno, maybe to knock some fucking common sense into you," Johnny snarled.
Sammie looked up at him. "Don't you ever tell me I have no common sense!" she replied and she nailed Johnny in the stomach.
"Get the fuck out of my house!" she screamed.
Johnny bent over and held his stomach and she stood up and pushed Johnny out of the house.
"Tre is just my friend, don't fucking accuse me again," she said and kicked him out of her house and she slammed the door and she locked it.
She went into the bathroom and the red hand print was still there. It wouldn't bruise, Johnny wasn't strong enough and he couldn't hit hard enough for it to bruise. Johnny and Sammie didn't fight a lot, but when they did it usually resulted in hitting. But other wise they were fine. Just Johnny could be a real asshole sometimes.
Sammie never truly figured out why Johnny hated Tre so much, might of been for Tre's popularity and him working with her all day. Johnny hated that most of all, he liked to keep an eye on her, he was always worried about her cheating on him and he didn't know why but that's the way he felt.
6:30
Tre was on time for once and Sammie was ready to go. Just a black t-shirt and ripped jeans, old chucks that's it. Tre in a red t-shirt that had a fox on it that said 'I'm Foxy' and jeans and chucks. That's all.
"Excited about the show?" Tre asked as they pulled out of Sammie's driveway.
"Yeah, I love going to these shows," Sammie replied.
"Yeah, me too," Tre said. "John stop by today?" Tre asked.
"Yep, we got in a fight," Sammie replied.
"Oh, why?" Tre asked.
"About me going to The Pit with you, he thinks I'm going to sleep with you, shit like normal," Sammie replied.
"Oh, can't he just get it that we're just friends?" Tre asked, even thought he knew he wanted to be more than just friends.
"I know!" Sammie said. "so he slapped me and-" Tre cut Sammie off.
"He hit you?!?" Tre asked sounding ver concerned.
"Yeah, then I punched him in the stomach back," Sammie replied.
"Well at least you hit him back! I can't believe that bastard hit you!" Tre said outraged.
"Tre, don't worry, it's okay. It wasn't the first time you know that," Sammie said.
"I know, I know, he really needs to treat you better," Tre said.
"It's fine, just every once in a while it gets bad," Sammie said trying to reassure him.
"Well, I know that if I was your boyfriend, I would treat with respect and never hit you. I would never hit a woman, It's not right, unless it's in a fight and she's being an asshole, like a real fight you know?" Tore asked.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Sammie replied.
They got to the pit in no time and there was already a line outside and they got in it. They waited and then they got in and they has a blast. They even saw Billie and Mike in there and they were all moshing.
Tre took Sammie back home close to midnight. They were a little buzzed, and they had a great time.
"Great time Tre! Great time!" Sammie said and laughed.
Sammie was a little drunk too. "See you at work tomorrow then?" she asked as they pulled into her driveway.
"Yep like always, I'll try not to be too late," Tre replied and chuckled.
Sammie opened the door.
"Kay, you better not be," she replied and she got out of the car. "See you."
"Bye," Tre said and she slammed the door and Tre began to back out and she waved, Tre waved back.
She walked up to the front door and she pulled the keys out of her pocket, fumbled to get them in the lock and then did, she opened the door and then she shut it and locked it. Then she stumbled to her room and she went to bed.
Tre called Sammie since they had the day off.
"Sammie?" Tre asked.
"Yeah?" Sammie replied.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go to a show at The Pit tonight?" Tre asked.
"Uh, sure," Sammie replied. "I ain't busy."
"Cool, I pick you up at like 6:30 then?" he offered.
"Yeah, sounds cool," Sammie replied.
They hung up. Sammie was happy, she loved getting to spend time with Tre, he was so nice and awesome. And She loved working with him and the Quick Stop and video place.
About an hour passed for Sammie and she had nothing to do. Then Johnny showed up at the door. He was in a Black Metallica shirt and ripped jeans. He had brown hair that went passed his shoulders, he was very cute and hot, in Sammie's opinion. He had a nice round face and he was really skinny and pale. Sammie loved him though, and in Sammie's opinion, he was great in bed. He was only the third person she had slept with. Sh was only 19. She wasn't something like a town whore or anything. She had had lots of boyfriends.
"Hey Johnny," she said hugging him and kissing him softly on the lips.
Sammie lived in a small house alone, Johnny came over a lot and they fucked and smoked pot sometimes. Tre and Johnny never got along thought. In High school they hated each other. And Johnny always worried about Sammie cheating on him with Tre.
He hated how Tre got to be so popular with everyone. Tre was just one of those guys anyone could be friends with. Tre did have a lot of friends, and Sammie was one of Tre's best friends, that bothered Johnny even more.
They wen inside and they sat on the fading grey couch in the small living room.
"So what are you up to tonight?" he asked.
Sammie didn't want to say that she was going to a show with Tre but she never lied to Johnny, she trusted him and he trusted her and she wasn't going to break that trust.
"I'm going to a show at The Pit with Tre," Sammie replied.
"What?" he asked. "Why are you always spending time with him?" Johnny asked angrily.
"Because he's my friend, we've been best friends since middle school!" Sammie replied.
"But you always spend time with him," he complained.
"So? Can't friends spend time together?" Sammie asked.
"Yeah, but I feel like you're cheating on me," Johnny said.
"Oh my god, we've been over this, I'm not going to fucking cheat on you! I don't have a good reason!" Sammie replied her voice rising.
"Don't raise your voice at me!" he yelled.
"Why not? You are to me!" Sammie shot back.
SMACK!
Johnny smacked her across the face. A red hand mark developed across her cheek.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" Sammie asked.
Johnny stood up and he looked down at her.
"I dunno, maybe to knock some fucking common sense into you," Johnny snarled.
Sammie looked up at him. "Don't you ever tell me I have no common sense!" she replied and she nailed Johnny in the stomach.
"Get the fuck out of my house!" she screamed.
Johnny bent over and held his stomach and she stood up and pushed Johnny out of the house.
"Tre is just my friend, don't fucking accuse me again," she said and kicked him out of her house and she slammed the door and she locked it.
She went into the bathroom and the red hand print was still there. It wouldn't bruise, Johnny wasn't strong enough and he couldn't hit hard enough for it to bruise. Johnny and Sammie didn't fight a lot, but when they did it usually resulted in hitting. But other wise they were fine. Just Johnny could be a real asshole sometimes.
Sammie never truly figured out why Johnny hated Tre so much, might of been for Tre's popularity and him working with her all day. Johnny hated that most of all, he liked to keep an eye on her, he was always worried about her cheating on him and he didn't know why but that's the way he felt.
6:30
Tre was on time for once and Sammie was ready to go. Just a black t-shirt and ripped jeans, old chucks that's it. Tre in a red t-shirt that had a fox on it that said 'I'm Foxy' and jeans and chucks. That's all.
"Excited about the show?" Tre asked as they pulled out of Sammie's driveway.
"Yeah, I love going to these shows," Sammie replied.
"Yeah, me too," Tre said. "John stop by today?" Tre asked.
"Yep, we got in a fight," Sammie replied.
"Oh, why?" Tre asked.
"About me going to The Pit with you, he thinks I'm going to sleep with you, shit like normal," Sammie replied.
"Oh, can't he just get it that we're just friends?" Tre asked, even thought he knew he wanted to be more than just friends.
"I know!" Sammie said. "so he slapped me and-" Tre cut Sammie off.
"He hit you?!?" Tre asked sounding ver concerned.
"Yeah, then I punched him in the stomach back," Sammie replied.
"Well at least you hit him back! I can't believe that bastard hit you!" Tre said outraged.
"Tre, don't worry, it's okay. It wasn't the first time you know that," Sammie said.
"I know, I know, he really needs to treat you better," Tre said.
"It's fine, just every once in a while it gets bad," Sammie said trying to reassure him.
"Well, I know that if I was your boyfriend, I would treat with respect and never hit you. I would never hit a woman, It's not right, unless it's in a fight and she's being an asshole, like a real fight you know?" Tore asked.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Sammie replied.
They got to the pit in no time and there was already a line outside and they got in it. They waited and then they got in and they has a blast. They even saw Billie and Mike in there and they were all moshing.
Tre took Sammie back home close to midnight. They were a little buzzed, and they had a great time.
"Great time Tre! Great time!" Sammie said and laughed.
Sammie was a little drunk too. "See you at work tomorrow then?" she asked as they pulled into her driveway.
"Yep like always, I'll try not to be too late," Tre replied and chuckled.
Sammie opened the door.
"Kay, you better not be," she replied and she got out of the car. "See you."
"Bye," Tre said and she slammed the door and Tre began to back out and she waved, Tre waved back.
She walked up to the front door and she pulled the keys out of her pocket, fumbled to get them in the lock and then did, she opened the door and then she shut it and locked it. Then she stumbled to her room and she went to bed.
