“Good morning. Where’s Sam? I have to ask him for help. I can’t get through one of the levels in my computer game and maybe he’ll be able to do that.” Stevie stated looking towards Quinn and eating his sandwich. It was a very nice morning and Evans family was eating breakfast together. They didn’t want to wake Sam and Quinn up as they knew that they got back late from the party. “He’s probably sleeping, you stupid.” Stacey commented rolling her eyes. “Watch out your words, young lady.” Mrs. Evans scolded her daughter. “We had a good time. I played computer games with Stevie and mom and dad watched a movie together. Did you have fun at the party?” Stacey answered Quinn’s question with a small smile.
Sam woke up this morning in a great mood. He yawned glancing at the clock and rolled over to check if Quinn was sleeping next to him. “I hate when she does that” he murmured to himself seeing that she wasn’t there. It was quite late, everybody was probably eating their breakfast right now. He climbed out of the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. After that he realized that he was very hungry, the only thing he could think about in that moment was breakfast. That’s why he quickly put a simple, blue jeans and a white v-neck on and headed to the dining room. “Moorning.” He greeted his family stretching out a little bit. “Morning sweetheart, how was the party?” his mother asked him. “Awesome.” Sam responded with a smile. “I bet, it was” his dad said with a grin on his face and Sam was wondering what could it mean. He was just about to sit at the table when his mom yelled at him and pointed at the door. “Samuel, out!” his eyes widened in shock hearing that, he had no idea what was going on. “Mom, I was too lazy to dry my hair, I’ll do it later…” he murmured but realized that his mom’s facial expression didn’t change “Okay, I know I haven’t shaved for two days, I’ll do this today…” he added confused and spotted his dad who was giggling and Stevie and Stacey talking about computer games. “Go to your room and put a polo neck on or you’re not getting breakfast.” Sam frowned hearing that, and glanced at his dad who was dying of laughter. “Why? Mom, it’s not that cold here.” he asked confused even more, he had no idea what was going on. “You have something on your neck Sammy, you should go to the bathroom and clean it.” Stacey explained with a shrug. “Fuck.” Sam murmured to himself knowing exactly why his mom asked him to wear a polo neck. “What did you say?” Mrs. Evans asked sharply “I said…I said fine. I’ll be back in a while” he responded with a sigh and headed to his bedroom.
“Sam’s still upstairs, I’m sure he’ll come down and help you with your video game later on. We don’t have any other plans for today, right?” Quinn said with a smile, helping herself to some toast. She’d gotten used to the way that things worked in the Evans household, which made her happy, it was like they accept her into the family, the family life that she had never had. “Sounds like a nice evening.” She grinned, nodding her head at her question. “Yeah, the party was lovely. I met some of Sam’s old friends, and…ex-girlfriends. He also got on stage and sung with his friends, which was nice.” She explained, recalling the evening in her mind.
Quinn smiled as Sam came into the room, chuckling softly as he mentioned the party. She didn’t know what his dad was talking about, so she just shrugged it off. The blonde was a little confused when Sam’s mother started shouting. He’d barely done anything, only walked into the room, but she seemed pretty mad. She watched as Sam and his mom talked, trying to figure out what his mom was mad about for herself. It was only when she saw his dad laughing that she knew something was obviously up. “Oh my god…” she said quietly as Stacey pointed out the hickey that was on his neck, and began pulling her hair around her face a little more, in the hope that it may cover any hickey’s that she hadn’t already managed to cover. She could feel herself blushing as she watched Sam walk out, knowing that if she followed him out, they’d look a little suspicious. “That’s it, Mrs Evans will hate me from now on.” She thought to herself, trying not to meet Mrs Evans’ eye. She took a deep breath before trying to start the conversation again, “What game were you playing, Stevie? The one that you got for Christmas?” She asked, turning her head away from Sam’s parents. She was silently hoping that Sam wouldn’t be too long getting his shirt, she was sure that his mother was going to be less than friendly towards her now.