hidden rage. [sammie x kenneth]

[asf!]

“Nobody gives a flying fuck, Miranda Cosgrove!”

The girl had been sitting on the couch for about an hour now, waiting for That 70’s show to come on. It was the highlight of her day. Meanwhile, she’d flipped through the channels numerous times, growing angrier each time a stupid show would appear. The student lounge was empty by ten, that’s why she was in there. Sammie could curse and scream as much as she wanted and no one would look at her funny. Her rage wasn’t directed at anybody in particular. She furrowed her brows, staring at the television screen.

Max and Ruby, which was a young children’s show about two bunnies flipped across the television. She raised a brow at how the boy bunny only spoke in one word phrases. As he said Popsicle and began to jump up and down to get to the freezer, Sammie scowled. “What. The. Fuck. Okay Max, you can’t have a popsicle ‘cause you’re a fucking fat ass and can’t jump high enough to reach the fucking freezer. M’kay?” Sammie grimaced, realizing how ridiculous she sounded. It was only contributed by Kyle. He just had to up and leave randomly and not tell her.

Most of all, he lied to her. He had told her that he was going to be doing projects all week and couldn’t see her. Sammie had found out that that was in fact not the case. It baffled her how he could just go to an insane asylum and not tell her. It was these things that made her want to leave him again. She wouldn’t lie, of course she missed him and was worried about his progress, but at the same time she really just wanted to slap him a good one across the face.

Her torso was adorned in a white tank top, a huge black hooded sweatshirt over it. The sweatshirt was Kyle’s. It happened to be the one she fended out of the garbage can of his. Of course, she had dedicated the trash can to Kyle’s things. She pulled the sweatshirt closer to her, sniffing at it absent mindedly. She smirked at how it smelled of his scent. The hairspray in her curls didn’t take away from the scent. It made her feel like she was in his arms, and not sitting on the couch in the student lounge all alone.

She stuck her hands in the pockets, the rage finally disappearing as That 70’s Show came on. The show didn’t make her happy, but it mellowed her out so she could concentrate on something other than Kyle being an asshole. Sammie was silent. That was something you didn’t see often.

[Matt]

" Kenneth Scrappler, please come to the office to retrieve your belongings and find your correct rooming assignment. Kenneth Scrappler, to the office, please. "

Rolling his eyes Kenneth slunk down the hallway in the opposite direction of the office as a small laugh escaped his lips. He was aware he had put his bags in the first empty room he found, he was aware it would causes problems, but he simply didn't care. More trouble for them, less of his problem. Running a hand through his short brown hair he ruffled it, not really liking how short it was. On the first day of his school at Stewart his mom had made him get a 'nice' haircut, so they would feel they weren't making a mistake by taking him back.

Pulling the hood of his white Giants sweatshirt over his head, so no one would recognize him, he made his way down the hallway. Or more so, rolled. Kenneth had always thought those heelie shoes were completly gay, but after his mom bought him a pair, he realized they weren't half bad. He could get around alot quicker, do tricks, and annoy nearly all the adults who witnessed his reckless skating. Which he was best at; being immature and botheirng people.

Gliding on his heels Kenneth beamed as he came to a flight of stairs, he knew where he was! Near the Student Center. Grinning he gained speed before jumping down the four stairs, tucking his feet behind his back as he grabbed his feet before landing on the ground with a whoop. He had pretty good memories from the Student Center, with Sammie of course. Last year had been so much fun, freaking out the sixth graders. Opening the door he flung it open, hoping no one would be in there. It was late, right?

Kenneth paused as he heard a farmiliar voice scream at the TV. Why was she farmiliar? She.. she looked like Sammie? He paused before gaping and grinning, no way. “ Uh, who the fuck are you to be in MY student lounge? Watching my TV, sitting on MY couch, go get a life, bitchhh “ he blurted out in a mock girly voice before letting out a loud laugh, hoping to god it was Sammie so he wouldn’t look like a complete retard for no purpose.

To anyone else he would seem like an idiot, but this was Sammie, all they DID was act like idiots.

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Sammie chuckled, hearing Kenneth’s name over the loud speaker. Some things never changed. The thought of her past made her grin, remembering the bonfire. She remembered how he had kissed her at midnight, and how he never seemed to fail at making her smile. She glanced over at one of the overstuffed arm chairs, remembering how he had been standing on the chair when he scared the 6th grader away. Sammie shook her head. The memories with him were almost never ending, and always happy.

She heard him imitate a girl, glancing over at him and chuckling. “Hey Kenneth.” Sammie mumbled softly, looking his way. Her eyes darted back to the television set. Within seconds, she realized who she had just said hey to. Sammie’s eyes lit up, a smile developing rather quickly on her face. She climbed off of the couch, shuffling over to the boy. She stood across from him, tilting her head to the side.

It took her a minute to register reality. He was right in front of her. She couldn’t wimp out and just hug him, that would make her look weak, which lately she thought she would. Sammie bit down on her bottom lip before cracking a smile at Kenneth. “Bitch please, this couch is my couch and I can sit on it whenever the fuck I want.” Sammie declared with a nod and a cheeky grin.

”You told me you weren’t coming back. You told me that your mom didn’t want you to come back or something.” Sammie said softly; glancing down at her feet, then back up at Kenneth. “By the way, you did hear your name on the intercom, right?” She inquired with a chuckle.

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[Matt]

Kenneth's face fell for a moment, was it not Sammie? Instantly it regained its usual spunk as she adknowladged him, his eyes flickering over to the screen. He used to watch That's 70 Show! Grinning he flipped his hood off his head; he loved wearing the sweatshirt, but he felt like hoods made anyone look like a ganster, or something.

A wide grin spread across her face as she retorted to his comment, snickering as he snapped his fingers together, pretending to be thinking over her words. " Daamnn! " He annoucned, adding a playful, " Fiesty girl, I like it. " Rolling his eyes he pushed up the sleeves to his sweatshirt, tilting his head to the side for a moment. He wasn't really sure of her take on the whole thing, was she happy to see him? Mad? She seemed pretty emotionless at the moment, something unlike Sammie. Was something wrong? Frowning at himself he realized he was asking himself loads of questions, like he was concerned about her. What? That was stupid, because to be concerned you had to be mature. And Kenneth refused to be mature, on any level.

" Well, she didn't want me to come back. Buttt, public school was so fucking easy, I was aceing everything, so my mom wanted me transfered back. " He half shrugged, feeling slightly awkward at how quiet she was being. It wasn't bad, he just wasn't used to both of them having a mellow conversation. Hearing her next comment Kenneth couldn't help but snicker, as he faked a coughing fit. " Uhh, I might have. "

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Sammie chuckled at his feisty girl comment. She hadn’t been called feisty since.. well, since never. She took notice to his behavior, knowing he was probably confused. She hadn’t necessarily matured, but she learned a lot about life. Sammie had learned that she didn’t need one boy to keep her self esteem going up. She had learned that her best friends were really her best friends. She knew that all along, but the three months without anybody made her go crazy. She knew how Kyle must be feeling.

Stop it dumb ass, you’ll make him leave! She followed her thoughts, looking across at him and smiling. “You, acing something?” Sammie grinned again, shaking her head. “That I must admit, is the first time I’ve ever heard that.” She joked. Sammie crossed her arms across her chest. She felt her arms sinking into the big arms of Kyle’s sweatshirt. Quickly, she shoved the arms up so at least her hands were sticking out. Sammie bit down on her bottom lip hard, trying not to get angry with herself. She felt so bad for not being more entertaining.

”I’m sorry.” Sammie muttered, looking down at her feet. Her gaze moved back up to Kenneth, and she gave him a lop-sided smile. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “I really did miss you.” Sammie stepped backwards, shoving her hands in the pocket of her sweatshirt and retreating to the couch again. She pulled her legs up to her chest, laying her head back on the back of the couch.

”I guess you could say I’m just not in the greatest of moods lately.”

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[Matt]

Kenneth studied her curiously, not sure what his opinion was on this new behavior. Of course, she wasn't acting signifigantly different in any way- just a bit quieter? Ruffling his short hair he eyed her for a moment, wondering if she had seen Kyle having the seizure at the dance. Shivering at that thought he remembed back to that moment, he had heard the sirens come closer and decided to make a run for it; he obviously hadn't seen Ben and Sammie worried a few feet away. He didn't want to get blamed for it, and the fact that he and Kyle were enemies didn't exactly help it.

Forcing those thoughts out of his head he flashed her a grin before shoving her lightly, " You're just jealousss ! " he sang, rolling his eyes at her as he half-forced another wide smile onto his face, feeling like it made the moment less awkward. Was it because they hadn't talked in awhile, that he felt like this? " I mean, I'm like a genius man now, I dunno if you're smart enough to hang out with me. " Feeling his joke fall flat he licked his lips, really unsure of what to say. Unsure of what to say? With Sammie?

Scrunching up his eyebrows he jammed his hands in the pockets of his shorts, he refused to wear long pants, even in the cold weather. " Hey, no problemo. " He mumbled, fighting the urge to wrinkle his nose before she pulled him into a hug. Hugging her back he patted her back a few times before pulling away, hesistating before collapsing next to her on the couch. " Dude I missed you too, none of my new friends were as cool as you. "

Biting his lip he looked over at her, tilting his head to the side curiously at her next words. " D-do you wanna talk about it? " He finally asked quietly, unable to shake off the feeling of awkwardness in the air.

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Sammie snorted. “If you’re too smart to hang out with me, then I’m too hot to hang out with you.” She teased, a grin appearing on her face. She laid down on her side, curling her knees to her chest. Sammie pulled one of the end pillows out from the couch, putting her head on it and letting her eyes glue to the television. She put one arm under the pillow. Slowly, she took a part of her sweat shirt, just rubbing it between her fingers.

She shot him a smile as he told her he missed her. Sammie loved feeling needed. It was like somebody actually cared. With Kenneth in the room, she knew she had a caring individual with her. Or at least she knew that he cared about her. Of course she wanted to talk about it. She wanted to sit up, nod her head and say ‘Yes, let’s talk about it’. But of course, she didn’t. She couldn’t find it inside of her to say that. He might get angry with her since she was with Kyle.

Within a few minutes, she could feel the tension building up. She had to talk about it. She just had to let him know what was happening. “I guess I kind of need to talk about it.” Sammie mumbled softly, twirling one of her bouncy curls. She pulled herself up to a sitting position and turning to face him. Sammie knew he’d listen, but she didn’t want to know the reactions.

”There’s just so much going on I can barely wrap my mind around it. I thought you know, with me going to rehab again for three whole months everything would go back to normal. I’d come back to Stewart and I’d have a boyfriend that cared about me, and I’d have all my friends that cared about me, and for once I could care right back without worrying.” Sammie said, her head dropping to look down at her feet. She pretended to be pulling at a lose thread on her jeans, but really she was just avoiding talking. “Everything was so much different. He was so much different, I guess… which made everything different? See, I don’t even know what I’m talking about half the time.” Sammie continued to fiddle with the hem of her jeans.

”He was off medications. Schizophrenia.” She cleared that up so she wouldn’t have to continue with the story when he wouldn’t understand. “I was afraid he’d like, you know, hit me or something. So I broke up with him. I- I know you were there. You know, at the dance. I wanted to say something but I was too afraid. He left. He went to some asylum. He lied to me and said he had a lot to do. I knew he was lying. Kenneth I knew it, why am I so fucking stupid?” She asked her self, falling on her side on the couch, putting her face in the end pillow.

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[Matt]

Kenneth snickered faintly, that sounded more like Sammie than anything she had said so far today. Looking over at her he mimicked her motion as he tucked his legs to his chest. A grin slowly crept up his face as he was reminded of this is how you sat to play luggage, that fun car game, but you couldn't play it on a grounded sofa. That would just suck.

Tilting his head to the side he eyed her sweatshirt, who's was that? Deffinitly not hers, unless she had grown a few sizes? Nah, it didn't look like it. They both were the same height as before, due to how short he was, he measured himself off of her unconsiously. Hearing her give in he grinned faintly, sitting up as well as he cupped his hand so he could rest his chin in it. " Go ahead, tell Dr. Phill what's on your mind. " He told her softly, trying to impersonate a phycologist, or someone of that nature. As much as he tried to hide it, and take an immature part to play, he actually did care about her.

Sitting up a bit straighter he folded his hands in an adultlike way, laughing quietly under his breath as she began to tell her story, the smile slowly fading off his face as he realized she was being serious. This wasn't going to be some, " IHATESCHOOL " story that everyone seemed to be so upset about these days. Wait.. she had gone to rehab? Licking his lips Kenneth ruffled his brown hair, this was more intense than he had expected. Maybe he didn't want her to talk about it.

Kenneth sat in silence as she trudged on through her feelings about the whole thing, partly mixed with the story. Suddenly he felt uncomfortable, like he shouldn't be here, talking to her or something. She hadn't exactly explained who 'he' was, but Kenneth assumed she meant Kyle. It didn't exactly suprise him much; he had always thought Kyle was a bit physco. Except.. this was serious, Kenneth didn't know much about mental disorders, but Schizophrenia was nothing to joke about.

Licking his lips he stared at her, unable to process this. Holy shit. Kyle was at an asylum? Kenneth instantly felt bad for calling him crazy, it was a whole different thing when he actally WAS crazy. Watching her he gaped slightly, finally closing his mouth as she rolled over on the couch, biting his lip before scooching close over to her. Honestly, he had no idea what the fuck he was supposed to do, to say to make her feel better. " H-hey, dude.. Sammie? You're not fucking stupid. It's not your fault, okay? I know it's gotta be hard, but it's not like you could have stopped it. I mean.. he'll be okay. And so will you. "

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Sammie’s eyes scanned the television screen, watching it go from That 70’s Show to a commercial. She lifted her head from the pillow, laying it on the arm of the couch. She listened to his attempt at making her feel better, biting down on her lower lip. Of course she knew it wasn’t her fault, but she did contribute to it. She narrowed her eyes, remembering that Ben had taken her rubber bands from her when they were in the art room. She wanted to punish herself for contributing to somebody’s mental illness. Was it possible to contribute to a mental illness?

She sat up again, putting the pillow in her lap and hugging it tight. “I know he’ll be okay. It’s not him I’m worried about.” Sammie said, no expression in her voice what-so-ever. “I could’ve stopped it. I know I could have. Everything goes right back to me. When I broke up with him, he went spiraling down. He just kept going lower and lower until it continually got worse. I just have to screw everything up. When I cheated on him-“ She stopped herself. She had cheated on him. None the less, she had cheated on him with Kenneth. They had been together at one point.

It almost felt awkward that she was talking to him about her boy problems when at one point he was her boy. “When I cheated on him he started cutting again. It’s like I am the queen of screw ups. He can’t live without me being his. I’m almost like a possession or a medication or something.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t be being all – I don’t know, like this. I shouldn’t be venting it all to you the first day I see you.”

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[Matt]

Kenneth suddenly felt like a complete outsider, like he had been accidently signed up to be a teen guidance counsler or something, and he was forced to listen to crap from his peers that he was lucky enough not to encounter. Glancing over at Sammie hugging the pillow his eyes hit the floor, he just had to stick it out, right ? Once she became un-saddened, she'd turn into the normal Sammie, or at least to his standards of normal.

Trying not to look concerned as she stated she wasn't worried about him Kenneth had a general idea of what was coming next, and found himself dreading her following comment. After the death of his father while Seth was in jail, Kenneth had been dragged off to numerous therapists to describe his feelings, to attempt to make the guilt ease away. The doctors thought he was suffering from not only the death of his father, but the actions of his brother, who as far as they were concerned, were the reason for the death. Meanwhile, Kenneth found the guilt piling on even worse; the therapists almost as reminders that it was all his fault Seth was sitting in jail right now.

Hearing her mention cheating on Kyle his mind flickered back to reality, instantly feeling that same emotion of guilt. Wait, what ? Why did he even give a fuck about Kyle, he used to completley loathe him. As far as he knew, he still did, but he still felt bad about this whole situation. Was it because of Sammie? Digging his stubby fingernails into the couch he let out a soft sigh before cautiously scooting a little bit closer to her, unsure if he had permission to hug her. Frowning he caught himself again, permission? What the fuck, why did he need permission to comfort his friend?

Kenneth wrapped a friendly arm around her shoulders, glancing down at her. He didn't mean it as a bragging gesture, as if he was still confident in being the guy who she deemed the reason of Kyle's screw up, but to help? He didn't know what else to do. " Queen of Screwups ? " He finally questioned, raising his eyebrows. " If you're the Queen, that makes me King. Sure, you made a few mistakes. But fuck it, it's just as much as my fault as yours. I know it sucks monkey ba-.. ass " He cut himself off, shrugging sheepishly , " but.. he'll get better eventully. And besides dude, maybe its like destiny crap or.. or something for you guys to be.. together? " He couldn't help but frown slightly.

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Sammie smiled over at her friend. Whenever he put his arm around her she put her head on his shoulder, sighing dramatically. She felt better when she was with Kenneth. He was one of her best friends, one of the people that she could truly trust. Not only that, he never failed at making her laugh and smile. She shrugged, trying to think of a better way of saying she didn’t want to be with him anymore. She bit down on her bottom lip, wrapping her mind around the idea.

”I don’t think I want to be with him though..” She lifted her head from his shoulder, turning to face him. Sammie giggled whenever he corrected himself. When he frowned about his own statement, she pushed his head up by his chin and shook her head. “Turn that frown upside down, meester!” She exclaimed, dropping her hand and putting both hands in her pockets.

Her eyes darted to the sweatshirt she was wearing, and she smirked. Sammie hadn’t shown off her latest accomplishment yet to Kenneth. She pulled her arms through the sleeves and slid the huge thing off, showing a short sleeve burgundy t-shirt, bare armed and all. Sammie crossed her arms across her chest, nodding at Kenneth. “By the way, thanks for listening. I’m really sorry I just kind of dumped it all out at you. I tend to do that.”

[ooc:] sorry it’s so short D:

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