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"No. How about glitter make-up instead?" "Fine," she huffed. Sam just sat there with an amusing smile on his face. "Uncle, could I get my hair cut like Uncle Ohm and then put into a bun like Daddy always does with Sammy's hair?" Sebestian nods. "I'm sure we can work something out. Ohm should be on his way now; he had to do Uncle Sammy and Sam Hairy first, but first, we need to get you both cleaned and make sure your hair is washed, so let's go yeah."

"Thank you, uncle! I want glitter in my hair like you do it." "Are you trying to get me killed? I thought you loved me." "I do love you, uncle! But I want glittery hair!" "No. How about glitter make-up instead?" "Fine," she huffed. Sam just sat there with an amusing smile on his face. "Uncle, could I get my hair cut like Uncle Ohm and then put into a bun like Daddy always does with Sammy's hair?" Alex nods. "I'm sure we can work something out. Ohm should be on his way now; he had to do Uncle Sammy and Sam Hairy first, but first, we need to get you both cleaned and make sure your hair is washed, so let's go yeah."

"Well, good thing I'm not like the girls you know. I happen to love climbing trees, no matter what anyone says." "Wow. Have you ever got stuck in a tree? You know, climbing is hard and I normally don't..." "It's okay, I can help you down," I reach his level, perching on a branch just beside him, and introduce myself. "I'm Ariella, and we're going to climb down together. What is your name?" "I'm Sammy. Well, Samson is my real name but Daddy just calls me Sammy," he shrugs and gives me half a smile, and I see a dimple in his cheek.

So how is your GIRLFRIEND holding up now? Casie: "GIRLFRIEND? Snooty is my little, sexy, red car that crashed with me in an accident." Sam: "Gross you gave name to your car. You are nuts. Did you gave name to your hairbrush here as well?" Casie: "You mean Harry?" Sam: "Seriously? Did you name your hairbrush? You are insane." Casie: "No I am not. It's quite normal. You are just boring." Sam: "Did you called me boring?"

I'm a little bit nervous because of the silent pouring the entire time while all we does is stare at each other like little trump. ""Can I ask, what's' your name?"" I politely asked. She smile to me and sway her long hair to her sliding ears. ""I'm Samantha, why don't you remember me?"" she laugh a bit. I look at her full body, she's wearing a white crop top with a black jacket. With a long pants and a rubber shoes like a gangster but she's definitely cool and like a fashion model. ""Wait, I think I remember you. Are you with the cops?""

I didn't think it was worth it at this point. "Is that what you wanted?" I asked my brother and he just gave me a sheepish grin. "Never mind, I told your little brother he was going to pay, now he is," Adrienne said, "Never have I ever been named Sampson." "Oh come on, that is so lame!" I said. But when I saw Sammy put his hand down, I did as well.

But the name was different. Sam’s Bar? What in the fuckballs? This had to be a joke. But it wasn’t, not when I heard the familiar drawl behind me. “Well, hello, little lady.” I whirled around, heart hammering. And sure enough, there he was. Sam Manuel. His once-wild hair was now cut short, sticking up at the edges. A rough beard shadowed his jaw. And was that a tattoo? He always hated those. Even on Patrick.

she asked. "What?" "You don't believe me, do you?" He shook his head. "Well, Samuel, you can believe whatever you want to believe. At least I told you the truth." She said, sipping her tea, still manage to look at him through the rim of her mug. Samuel. It's been a while since someone called him that, people know him as Saga and he got annoyed when people call him Samuel, or Sammy, but no, not her. He like it when she called him his real name.

They looked for a nice sport, ordered for refreshments and waited for Samantha who arrived few minutes later. Tristan stood up, stretched his hand and helped her to her seat. "You look beautiful." He whispered. Samantha's cheeks heat up. "Thank you. You look super cute and handsome." She mumbled a reply. Tristan smiled slightly. He knew he was looking hot and handsome in his dark designer suit. They took their seats, facing each other. A waitress appeared with the menu, took their orders back to the counter. "Mr Delaware..." Samantha began. "Shh." Tristan cut her short, moved forward in his seat. "Don't call me that. I'm Tristan Samantha."

Sam's pov I'm in the kitchen when my phone ding's. Mark: What was the name of that guy you beat the crap out of? Sam: Dylan,why? Mark: Oh just because me and Rilly are going camping with a guy named Dylan. Sam: we will straighten it out, but were are-