Switchblade Love

Sam woke up to the sound of MCR playing on his radio.

“Geez. Is that the time? I should probably ring Steve.”

Sam picked up his phone and began to dial Steve’s number when his phone started playing ‘Desert Song’. Someone was calling him, this early? Sam pressed the ‘answer call’ button.

“Sam? Is this Sam?”

“Yeah this is Sam... Who is this?”

“Oh, it’s um... An old friend.”

“Which old friend?”

“Just an old friend!”

“Okay, okay! I was only asking, calm down. But why ware you ringing me dude?”

“I was just a bit upset. I miss the sound of your voice man.”

“Wait, who is this?”

“I told you, just an old friend.”

“Tell me who this is! Oh my god. Pete? Pete is this you dude?”

The phone line went dead. Sam shouted at the phone.

“NO! PETE! NO! ARGH!”

Sam hurriedly got dressed into his black skinnies, old MSI tee and laced up his scruffy old back converses and ran down the stairs into the kitchen.

“Well hey there, son. You’re up early. What’s the occasion? I didn’t seem to get the memo.”
“Haven’t got the time Dad.”

“Don’t speak to me like that Samuel James Tolls! I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT!”

“Oh whatever Dad. I’m going out.”

“Oh no your not! You’re staying in today!”

“I have plans. I’m going out.”

“You dare leave this house Sam...”

“Okay! I will, goodbye!”

With that Sam raced up to his room, stuffed all his must-have essentials into his backpack and left the house. Slamming the door behind him.