17 {Sam Wilk Fan Fiction}

Waitress Girl

~that next morning~

I check my phone. 9:37. I lay on one of my living room couches and I look across to see Kenny on the other. Half asleep. He is rolling around so I assume he will be up soon anyways. I look around. My parents are not home. As usual, they are most likely at the restaurant. It's Saturday morning... what should I do?

I walk into the kitchen and open the pantry doors.

"Lucky charms please!" Kenny says only a foot or so behind me as I nearly have a heart attack.

"Geez Kenny you scared the shit out of me!"

"I'm sorry, do I look that bad in the morning? It can't be much worse than you." He smirks and try's to contain his laughter.

"Oh shut up, dipshit!" I laugh it off, rolling my eyes. He was so annoying.

I pull out the lucky charms and milk and pour both into two bowls. I sit next to him at the island in the middle of my kitchen. We sit in silence at first until Kenny breaks it, "Did you text him yet?" He looks at me. I huffed, knowing he wouldn't like my answer.

"No." I simply respond. "I don't even know his name for goodness sake." I mumble towards the end but I realize Kenny still understood me after he responded, "Oh really? I thought you just called him 17 because you wanted to, not because you didn't know his name!" He laughs hysterically.

"Ha. Ha. Sooo funny." I say sarcastically, shoving him slightly, and then I look at him. He doesn't realize I'm looking. His hair is a mess, he is still in his sweatpants... not that he looks half bad but... and his jaw flexes as he chews his cereal. "His name is Sam." He says bluntly. "Sammy Wilkinson." I sit there in silence for a moment. Wonder why he said it so bluntly...

"Do you have beef with him or something?" I teased, looking at him. It was a serious question though.

"No, I just think you can do better," he mumbled, playing with his cereal.

He said that about everyone but Sammy being a football player, he had to be a bad boy. I'll give him a chance though. Sighing, I asked, "Now what?" Not even quite sure what to do now.

"Text him already you wimp!" He snaps but in a funny, playful way.

"Okay, okay!" I say as I pull my phone out and type in the number.

~text to sam~
*hey*

"Thats it? 'hey?'!!! Come on that's awful." He laughs. I roll my eyes and look out the window.

"I can't help that I can't flirt! What am I supposed to say? Let me lick your godly face?" I laughed and Kenny smiled a little, shaking his head.

Before I can focus on anything I hear a buzz. I check my phone.
~text from sam~
*who is this??*

me~
*waitress girl*

Kenny laughs as he reads over my shoulder.
"Good one."

Looking at the clock on my kitchen wall, Kenny looked at me.

"Hey it's almost 10, can you give me a ride home? I might see you later this weekend but I really should get going..." He says calmly.

"Sure. Let me get ready because I think I'm gonna work a few hours downtown.. so I'll be down in a minute." I say as I start walking towards the stairs. I close the door after me when I reach my room. Opening my closet doors, I walk in and stand there, staring at my options. I check the weather on my phone and realize it's going to be the warmest it has been in quite a while! So, I decide to pull out my skater skirt and spaghetti strapped black crop top. I tucked it barely under my shirt and put on printed floral vans. I rush towards the bathroom just to realize I didn't take my make up off last night. Frustrated and lazy, I just reapply my eyeliner and mascara and wipe off any that ran down my face. I put my hair in a messy bun. I look somewhat attractive... whatever. I blow-dry my bangs and spray them to stay still. I grab my wallet, keys, and as I reach for my phone I see a text...
~Sammy~
*oh... waitress girl😏 what's up?*

me~
*nothing... going to work soon*

I respond and make my way downstairs.

Kenny sits in the exact same place and position as when I left. He stares out the window.

"We going?" I ask.

"Wow that was quick. I guess so." He chuckles as I head towards the door and he follows.