Breaking The Routine

When Sam finally woke it was already late in the morning. She stretched then rolled over onto her stomach still not ready to get up. She knew as soon as she did everyone was going to be telling her to go talk David. Sam wondered crossly why every friend she had wanted to butt in her life and tell her what she should do. Couldn't she just be left alone to do as she wished? She frowned when a knock on the door answered her.

            Speak of the devil she thought sourly and she turned her head away from the door with no intention of opening it. Just a few more hours she pleaded silently. She only needed a few more hours then she would be ready to deal with her nosey friends. Snuggling into the pillow, she proclaimed it her new best friend with a smile on her face. The knocking ceased and Sam sung victory bringing the blankets to her chin.

            Her door opened and Robert walked in frowning. "How did you unlock my door," she exclaimed angry that he broke into her room.

            "Obviously because I have a key," he said waving the card in the air and she frowned, how the hell he got a key to her room.

            "Go away Robert! I am not ready to get up, which is obviously the reason I didn't answer the door," she grumped at him turning over and pulling the blankets over her head.

            "It's nearly eleven in the morning already! I think it's a good time to get up," he scolded her and she growled at him.

            "Well I don't so go away!" She shot back.

            "Well at least I tried," she heard him say and the door closed. Well that was easy she thought happily. It was a short lived happiness as Robert hadn't left as she thought. He ripped the blanket off of her. She shrieked at him grabbing one side of the blanket.

            "Robert, give me back my blanket," she demanded pulling on the blanket.

            "No, you're going to get up and quit being so lazy!" He commanded her as he pulled the blanket back his way.

            "Since when do you think you can boss me around?" She demanded as she dug her heels into the bed pulling the blanket back her way.

            "Since you decided to waste the whole day in bed!" Robert barked at her then gave the blanket one quick and hard pull. Sam shrieked as she lost the blanket and her balance causing her to fall off the bed. She sat on the floor crossing her legs and her arms frowning up at Robert who was doubled over in laughter.

            "That's it! You are no longer my friend Mr. Bradford," she told him as she stuck her nose up in the air and he walked behind her and placing his arms under hers and pulled her up to her feet.

            "Don't be a spoiled brat and get up! Tabby is waiting for you downstairs; she has planned a girl's day out," Robert told her.

            "That sounds nice," She said reluctantly. "Are you tagging along? Going to get in touch with your feminine side," she teased and he shook his head.

            "Not a chance, I am going to hang out with a friend here in New York. I think I need some guy time or I will end up turning into a girl," Robert told her with a horrified look on his face.

            "Well you'd make a fine girl," she teased and swiftly saw that his bottom lip was split and slightly swollen. As well he had a small bruise along his right cheek. "What happened to you? Get in a fight to prove how macho you are?" She asked half teasing and half serious.

            "Something like that," he said, smiling to cover the truth and Sam eyed him suspiciously, all the time she had known Robert he never gave her the impression of being the fighting type.

            "Quit giving me that look! Go take a shower and get dressed," he demanded.

            "Yes Dad," she said sarcastically heading to the bathroom taking a quick shower and throwing on the first thing she found making a vow that she was going to stop letting people push her around.

            "Finally," Tabby said tapping her foot furiously as Sam entered the lobby. "Sam I have been waiting here for nearly an hour and half!"

            "Sorry I didn't realize my day had already been all planned out for me," Sam snapped at her, the sarcasm dripping from her voice.

            "Don't be a sour puss; we are going to have fun!" Tabby linked her arm in Sam's and leading her out of the hotel. "First let's get some food into you, then we are going to go shopping and after that we are going to get our nails and hair done, my treat!"

          "I hope you are planning on spending your money because I really don't need to give another reason Mark to dislike me even more than he already does and I think maxing out

    "Will you stop worrying so much? Who cares what Mark thinks of you? Simply relax and enjoy

     "Alright, you win. I will relax and enjoy myself but when Mark wants to know why all his credit cards are maxed out I am so blaming you," Sam told her friend as they got into

         "Now that's the spirit," Tabby cheered as she gave the driver

pitched in his compliments of the place. After a coffee and a croissant Sam had to admit the driver and Tabby were absolutely correct in everything they had said

as she listened to Tabby talk about her new job and all the movie stars and famous singers she had gotten the chance

enough of my bragging," Tabby suddenly announced getting up from her chair. "Let's going shopping, you really need to update your wardrobe girl! Do you wear

            "I like what I wear, thank you very much,"

with a look of disgust then a impish smile crossed her face. "If a fisherman didn't bait his hook then he

   Sam burst out laughing. "Seriously, you're throwing out that old argument," She asked and Tabby

         "Okay then, but first I must make note that I am not in any way trying to bait any man! Now with that said," Sam started then cleared her throat. "Men aren't fish Tabby, and if being myself isn't bait enough for them then they don't deserve to have me!" Both women burst

    Four and half hours later of walking from one store into another Sam sighed as she sat down in the taxi. She loved shopping as much as any girl but seriously four hours had made her totally pass her limit, not to mention her poor feet were really killing her. "You're a machine Tabby!

neither really," Tabby admitted as they left the parking

            "Why are you doing all this," Sam asked starting to feel a little suspicious of her friend. The last time Tabby

think things, I haven't seen you in ages

"You know I am not really the whole hair and nails type of gal right," Sam

      "Yeah I know, it shows," Tabby teased with an evil glint in her eye, and

          "Oh no, no more "breaking routines" for me! I will stay just how I am or did you forget

   "And once again I remind you don't

   "Alright I will do whatever you want today, just as long as no men are

   "You are definitely going to be one of those old ladies with a million cats," Tabby told her sternly and

         "Just because I don't want to get involved with any men right now doesn't mean I won't in the distant future. Even if I don't that doesn't mean I am going to end up like a crazy old woman with

  "Well I guess you got me there," Tabby admitted as they arrived at

at the building scrunching up her nose. "Can't we go do

           "No, no way! We would probably end up breaking our necks. This is so much safer," Tabby stated and Sam sighed getting out of the car looking at the building as if it were a house of torture. The

  Sam looked at her new shiny nails with their French manicure and smiled. They did look really pretty now and her hands did really look very feminine now. "Okay Sam, I will come

        "Tabby we have all week to do things. We don't have to smash it all in one day," Sam complained

"Nope we are going out tonight; Robert will be going with

it was a mistake bringing you two together," Sam fumed throwing her hands up in the air and Tabby simply laughed warning her not t mess up her hair till

    Sam was the first to admit she looked nice but she was also the first to admit she really just didn't care how she looked. She turned on the television and watched some Hispanic soap opera. She didn't understand a

     She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew someone was poking her violently and ordering her to get up. Sam swatted them away groaning and turning over

time for you to get up and you better not have destroyed your hair," Tabby demanded and Sam groaned again pushing herself

let me sleep?' I swear being a full time student I get more rest than I do when I am on vacation," She complained and Tabby stuck her tongue out at

  "What exactly are you doing," Sam asked

      "I am picking out the clothes you're going to

exactly are we going," Sam asked starting to

         "You'll find out soon enough," Tabby said handing Sam a purple top with a black skirt. Sam took the clothing and eyed her friend with

           "Don't you dare give me that look Sam," She said with her hands on her hips then suddenly she adopted a horrified expression. "Just look at what you have

         "What have you got up your sleeve,"

just trying to make you have a little fun! God knows you

        "You know perfectly what I mean Tabby, something smells fishy about all of this,"