For muse_shuffle - February Disc Two
14. You must be joking
you don't know a thing about it.
You've got no problems
I'd stay right there if I were you.
I got it harder
you couldn't dream how hard I got it
[‘Wouldn’t It Be Good’ - Danny Hutton Hitters]
[Past scene relating to Sam's back story]
She sat staring at the stick in her hand, the little blue plus symbol mocking her. Why couldn’t she have picked one that turned pink? She already hated pink, so it wouldn’t have made much difference if the colour ruined her life.
She liked blue. Blue was a Panther colour. She tossed away the stick in disgust and screamed into her hands as she covered her face. Her parents were thankfully at work. She hadn’t even bothered going into school today. She couldn’t face it. Couldn’t even face Tim and Jason. Sure as hell couldn’t face Pete, her so-called boyfriend. The one that paled instantly at the sight of the broken condom then bolted and hadn’t even called.
She wanted to kill him. She wanted Tim and Jason to kill him, but that would mean telling them and she wasn’t sure she could do that. If she told them, it was real. She would really be sixteen and pregnant and staring at a future of being a single mom who dropped out of school and worked at the local supermarket full time.
It was selfish, she knew. She didn’t want to be pregnant because it ruined her supposed life plans. She wanted college, and she wanted to experience being a teenager and stay sixteen. She didn’t want to grow up this damn quick. What were her parents going to think?
Her dad would probably be disappointed that she hadn’t become pregnant from football player. A stray thought entered her mind about what she would be thinking if it was Tim’s baby, but it was dismissed almost immediately. Tim was with Tyra and that’s all there was to that.
Her insides churned, and Sam had to quickly turn around so that she could throw up into the toilet and not on the floor. It wasn’t going to be too hard to fake the flu when she was already sick to the stomach. She desperately wanted to tell someone, her best friends at least, but she just couldn’t. Not when she was already thinking about her options. She wasn’t ready. She couldn’t even begin to think how a kid was supposed to be dependent on her when she couldn’t even decide what to wear in the morning, and she still squealed over hearing a new song on the radio from her favourite band. Not to mention the fact she painted her face to go to Panthers games, and she was sixteen.
Eventually Sam dragged herself out of the bathroom, and picked up the phone as she curled up on her bed and hugged her knees to her chest. When the line connected, she heard Tim’s drawl and her heart clenched. “Hey, T... yeah, ain’t feelin’ too good. Flu, or somethin’... No, it’s okay. Ya shouldn’t really come over, I might give it t’ya...”
Samantha Jameson (OC)
Friday Night Lights
Words: 471
Tim [texas33forever] and Jason [itwontstop] referred to with permission.
you don't know a thing about it.
You've got no problems
I'd stay right there if I were you.
I got it harder
you couldn't dream how hard I got it
[‘Wouldn’t It Be Good’ - Danny Hutton Hitters]
[Past scene relating to Sam's back story]
She sat staring at the stick in her hand, the little blue plus symbol mocking her. Why couldn’t she have picked one that turned pink? She already hated pink, so it wouldn’t have made much difference if the colour ruined her life.
She liked blue. Blue was a Panther colour. She tossed away the stick in disgust and screamed into her hands as she covered her face. Her parents were thankfully at work. She hadn’t even bothered going into school today. She couldn’t face it. Couldn’t even face Tim and Jason. Sure as hell couldn’t face Pete, her so-called boyfriend. The one that paled instantly at the sight of the broken condom then bolted and hadn’t even called.
She wanted to kill him. She wanted Tim and Jason to kill him, but that would mean telling them and she wasn’t sure she could do that. If she told them, it was real. She would really be sixteen and pregnant and staring at a future of being a single mom who dropped out of school and worked at the local supermarket full time.
It was selfish, she knew. She didn’t want to be pregnant because it ruined her supposed life plans. She wanted college, and she wanted to experience being a teenager and stay sixteen. She didn’t want to grow up this damn quick. What were her parents going to think?
Her dad would probably be disappointed that she hadn’t become pregnant from football player. A stray thought entered her mind about what she would be thinking if it was Tim’s baby, but it was dismissed almost immediately. Tim was with Tyra and that’s all there was to that.
Her insides churned, and Sam had to quickly turn around so that she could throw up into the toilet and not on the floor. It wasn’t going to be too hard to fake the flu when she was already sick to the stomach. She desperately wanted to tell someone, her best friends at least, but she just couldn’t. Not when she was already thinking about her options. She wasn’t ready. She couldn’t even begin to think how a kid was supposed to be dependent on her when she couldn’t even decide what to wear in the morning, and she still squealed over hearing a new song on the radio from her favourite band. Not to mention the fact she painted her face to go to Panthers games, and she was sixteen.
Eventually Sam dragged herself out of the bathroom, and picked up the phone as she curled up on her bed and hugged her knees to her chest. When the line connected, she heard Tim’s drawl and her heart clenched. “Hey, T... yeah, ain’t feelin’ too good. Flu, or somethin’... No, it’s okay. Ya shouldn’t really come over, I might give it t’ya...”
Samantha Jameson (OC)
Friday Night Lights
Words: 471
Tim [texas33forever] and Jason [itwontstop] referred to with permission.