beep. beep. beep. beep.
Sammy opened his eyes, awake. "Damn it" He muttered, extending his arm to the desk next to the bed, turning off the alarm.
"Why I wake up at five a.m I'll never know..." Sammy muttered to himself, trodding off to the bathroom to shower.
Sammy tilted his head as he noticed a note on the bathroom mirror. He removed it from the mirror, folding the tape over
as he opened it.
'I slept over at Kelsea's. Be back home at 8 am. You better have cereal'
Gina.
Sammy rolled his eyes at this "threatening" note. Looks like he was doing something with his morning today. Sammy turned the knob on the right
of the bathtub before he took his grey tee-shirt off. "Damn kids always need to eat junk" He said, looking down as he removed his socks by
rubbing one foot against the other. He removed his "light red" sweatpants afterwards and then his boxers.
There he stood, completely naked as he tested the water. He deemed this acceptable and stepped in. He stood with his back to the water, letting
it dowse his back and shoulders slowly. He grabbed a green bottle.'Les shampooings et conditionne' it read. Sammy squinted, not believing that
his shampoo was from France. He shrugged and squirted a puddle of shampoo into his left hand, massaging this green liquid into his
short red-brown hair. After he successfully made a shampoo Mohawk, he grabbed a clear bottle with pink gel inside of it. This liquid he squeezed into
a wet cloth. He massaged this all over his naked body softly with his right hand.
10 minutes of singing French pop songs passed and Sammy was soon standing on the green carpet in front of the sink in the bathroom, he brushed
his hair, looking into the same mirror in which he found the note from Gina.
The now dry man dressed in his clothes from the night before walked into his living room, flopping down on the leather couch.
"What's on at 5:30?" he asked no one in particular, grabbing the remote control and searching the channels.
He settled for NBCMontana. You can't go wrong with the news.
Hours past until it was 7:30 am. Sammy knew this because Buffy the Vampire slayer had been on for only a half an hour.
He turned off the television, deciding to watch it at 2 and walked upstairs. He walked into his room, grabbing a red shirt and
a pair of jeans. This is what he wore (with a pair of Vans shoes) to the grocery store. He drove his red jeep which wasn't really his. (Koi's)
Sammy strolled into the 'Vega Lake stop 'n shop' stopping first to get a box of Fruit loops and then a do-nut. Had a friendly conversation with the cashier and
bought a pack of smokes.
"Smoking is bad. That’s how my cousin died"
"Get outta my head, Koi" He muttered, walking out of the store, back into the car. He raced home. He was determined to beat Michelle and Gina home.

"All I'm saying is that...you might want to consider dating is all. I know its hard, I went through it myself but..." Michelle sighed and started to dust
around the house.
Sammy nodded, not really listening. "Uh huh"
"I know your not listening to me, Mr. Martinez"
"Call me Sammy, yes I am"
Michelle shrugged. "The life of a maid..."
"Why weren't you a hooker?"
"Because I would be a terrible one. I can't strip for strangers."
"That would be a cool band name"
"What?"
"Strip for strangers"
"Yeah..." Michelle said sarcastically. "And the band can consist of hookers. Fun"
"I'd go see 'em"
"Your not attracted to women"
"Is that why you took this job?"
"I didn't take this job because your gay"
"I'm not gay"
Michelle raised an eyebrow.
"I'm homosexual. Its kinda like the Sam/Sammy thing"
"I never heard that story."