(Here is another story. Thanks to Martin Seamus McFly for reviewing chapter 3 in my "Tour de Whats?" story. Note to readers: No mission in this story.)
2:59 p.m. -- My house Beverly Hills
It was a bright and sunny Friday and I was inside my house watching the 2004 Maxxis U.S. Open of Supercross from the MGM Grand in Las Vegas on NBC. School had ended a few minutes ago. A minute later, Sam, Clover and Alex waltzed into my house. "Hi there, girls. How are you doing?" I greeted. I wore a red retro style motocross T-shirt with Ricky Carmichael's last name on the back, and underneath it was a 4. I also wore red pants. I had invited the girls over for a 3-night sleepover.
"Hi, Mathew, not bad thank you," Sam said sweetly. She was wearing her short pink jacket, short pink shirt, short pink flower skirt, and her hair was in a pigtail.
"I'm pretty okay myself," Clover complimented. She wore a red shirt, and long pants.
"Just fine, thanks," Alex said. She wore her short pink shirt, and long blue jeans.
"What're you watching on TV, Mathew?" Sam asked.
"The 2004 Maxxis U.S. Open of Supercross night #2," I responded.
"I thought the U.S. Open was for golf," Alex said looking confused.
"It is, but this one is another supercross race. It's one of 3 races held later in the year, in which the riders get ready for next year. In this case, they're getting ready for 2005," I explained.
"Always with the motocross, eh, Mathew," Sam said, not looking too surprised.
"Hey, don't blame me if I'm a real motocross buff. I've been riding since I was 8 and I've been watching since 1997, Sammy," I said to her.
"I'm not blaming you, Mathew, I'm just wondering if you watch anything else, other than motocross," Sam said back.
"Not really, just basically cartoons and game shows. I'm a real game show buff too," I said to her.
"We'd better end this before things start getting a little hot," Sam said.
"You're probably right, Sammy," I said.
"Sorry if I got a little hot-headed about you watching too much motocross, Mathew. Will you forgive me?" Sam asked, looking pretty bad. She was looking down at her bare feet.
"Of course, I forgive you, Sammy. Believe me, I may be tough, and cool, and sweet, but I'm basically the forgiving type," I said, caressing Sam's shoulders, brushing my hands across the fabric of her light pink short jacket.
Sam and I hugged and kissed each other for forgiveness.
"Not to interrupt you 2 lovebirds, but when are the other 2 races and what are they?" Clover asked, looking clueless.
"Glad you asked, Clover. The other 2 races are the pre-season races, which are both going to be held in Canada in early December. Almost every top rider like Chad Reed, Ricky Carmichael, Mike LaRocco, Heath Voss, Damon Huffman, Ernesto Fonseca, Grant Langston, Daryl Hurley, and others go there to get a head start on the 2005 supercross season. Those who go there, are also in contention for the 2005 World Supercross Championship. It is a lot like a regular American supercross season, only there are 17 events, not including Daytona Beach, FL because that isn't sponsored by the official sponsor of supercross, which is Clear Channel Motorsports. I don't know what Daytona is sponsored by, but it has come on SPEED Channel since 2002," I explained.
"What's the difference between the U.S. Open and the 2 pre-season races?" Sam asked sweetly.
"When they're held. The U.S. Open is held in October, and the pre-season races are held in early December," I said.
"May we join you please?" Sam asked as she started smiling widely.
"Of course. You 3 are my bestest friends in the entire planet," I remarked.
"We are?" Alex said.
"Of course, Alex. Since he became one of us, he knows how to give us an equal share of his friendship for the 3 of us," Sam said.
"That's right, Sammy," I quipped.
The girls walked to my couch and sat down. Sam sat next to me, Clover sat next to Sam, and Alex sat next to Clover.
While watching, I wrapped my arm around Sam's neck and shoulders. My fingertips were moving gently around Sam's right shoulder blade.
Sam, feeling the comfort of my fingertips massaging around her shoulder blade, started to breathe silently. "This is comforting, Mathew," she complimented.
"Thanks, Sam," I quipped, and quickly kissed her cheek, while she started to blush.
"Thanks for inviting us to your place for a sleepover," Clover responded when the race went to commercial.
"No problem, Clover," I remarked back.
Meanwhile, Sam undid the pigtail in her hair, letting it fall down. Feeling a little hot, she slowly took off her pink jacket and placed it above her skirt.
"Hey, Sam, um, this is for you," I stammered, but was able to blurt out what I wanted to say.
"What's that?" Sam asked.
"This," I reached into my pocket and handed her one of my school pictures. "Just so you don't forget about me," I added.
"Thanks, Mathew. You're really sweet. I'll cherish your picture until the day I die," Sam said happily. She leaned her head to my cheek and kissed it. She even was nice enough to kiss me on my lips as well.
"How sweet," Clover said.
"Hey, I just remembered something. There is a Halloween Dance at school tonight." Sam pointed out. "Mathew, the 3 of us are going, do you wanna go?" she asked.
"Oh, I'm not sure," I said, while I thought about it.
"It's at around 7 p.m." Sam said.
"I kind of kept this from you, Sam, but, I don't know how to dance romantic-like," I said coldly.
"Are you serious?" Sam asked in amazement.
"Unfortunately yes I am," I replied coldly.
"Come on, I can teach you," Sam said trying to look on the bright side.
"Uh, sure," I said.
After the race on TV was over, I took Sam to my room, and she started showing me a few steps, but I couldn't get a rhythm as I kept screwing up everytime I tried.
"Geez, this is gonna be tougher than I thought," Sam said to herself. "Aren't there any dance moves that you do pretty well?" she asked.
"Yeah, actually there are, but I learned them by watching the 2004 125cc East Region Supercross champion James Stewart," I replied.
"What are they?" Sam asked.
"The Water sprinkler, and the dirty worm. But even if I could do them, I still suffer a problem," I said coldly once again as I hung my head.
"What's that?" Sam asked.
"I'm afraid to do those moves in public," I replied coldly.
"You are?" Sam asked gloomily.
"Unfortunately yes," I remarked coldly again.
I coldly walked to my small red rocking chair my mom had bought me and sat down.
"I really would like to go with you, Sam, but I'm afraid to show my dance moves in public. That's my only problem," I answered coldly.
Sam was happy inside, but outside, she was crushed.
"Is that it?" Sam asked.
(That's it. Will I accept Sam's offer to the dance, or will she go down in flames? Speaking of flames, no flames are allowed in your reviews. Leave about 2 or more reviews and I'll make sure to continue. If I have less than 2, then I won't continue until I reach the minimum number of reviews needed to continue.)