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Sam Campbell woke up, it was another morning like any other without any sight of finding true love.
After a few minutes he got up and put on his outfit, a very tight shirt with loose sleeves and a dark blue tie, he then slipped on his dark blue, plaid mini mini skirt. Finally some white, thigh high socks and black dress shoes.
Sam brushed through his silky hair, putting in a cute hello kitty clip to set back the loose strands that always dangled like untied curtains.
Just then, Sam looked at one of the clocks hanging on the walls of his room. It was already EIGHT FIFTEEN?! school started at eight twenty! And it took seven minutes to get to school from his houseboat!
He ran downstairs and grabbed a piece of half buttered toast that his mom had put on his plate.
“Can’t talk mom! I’ve gotta go to school!” He said australianly as he rushed out the door, toast in mouth and backpack on back. He rushed to school as fast as he had ever run before.
Right as he could see the school gates there was a loud thud! He had crashed into something. It was rock hard. He looked up and saw… Tung Tung Tung Sahur aka Triple T the scariest gang leader in the school. He stood at 6’7 feet tall and was totally strong. He always carries around a wooden bat plastered with spikes.
Sam Cambie tried to get up on his feet. “I-I’m sorry” he stumbled.
“Tung Tung Tung Sahur, Sahur Sahur Tung? translation: why’s a cutie like you rushing like this?”
“W-well I’m really late to cla-“ Triple T puts a finger over Sam’s lips, His fingers were soft like cushions.
Sam Campbell, ever so flustered as he rushes past Triple T.
Sam rushes into class,
“S-sorry I’m late!” He yelps, still flushed from the entire ordeal.
He dashes onto his desk’s chair and tries to distract himself from the handsome, dreamy, Tung Tung Tung Sahur.
Later, during lunch, Sam had finally gotten his lunch after waiting in the lunch line for forever, it was some bread with vegemite on it, paired with a slice of meat pie and Australian cow milk (it’s just oat milk)
There were four main tables in the cafeteria, the popular girls, the DC weebs, the gangsters and the… adrenaline junkies.
Sam hated the adrenaline junkies, they only cared about fast rollercoasters and big cars. Though none of the members had ever seen one.
He walked through the cafeteria, all of the seats were taken up. “Guess I’ll eat in the bathroom…” Sam Cambie thought, just then he heard a familiar voice, “Tung Tung Sahur Sahur Tung. Translation: there’s a free spot here”
Triple T said, patting his lap flirtatiously.
Sam swallowed, and then nervously climbed up onto Triple T’s lap.
Right next to Triple T was Taylor Swift (Taylor’s version) she was a total gangster, she was considered cool and shaked off any insults that came her way.
Taylor swift was looking at the scene- heart fueled with jealousy. How could an Aussie like Sammy Cammpy be so close to her crush?
Triple T rubbed Sam Campbell’s lower back under the table discreetly as they ate their lunch. It was silent and slightly awkward but felt so natural, Sam relaxed as he straddled Triple T’s lap- it almost felt comforting, though he didn’t know how or why.
(Later)
*Bring! Bring!* the bell rang. The school day was FINALLY over after what felt like an eternity, the weird looks Sam received in the hallway reminded him of lunch period… and what he did during lunch period…
As Samsy Campsy walked out of the building somebody grabbed his purse. It was Dr. Peepee, desprate for money after his divorce with Malcom Todd.
Sam stood there, stunned. As he was watching Dr. P slowly get smaller as he ran into the distance, suddenly he heard a loud yell— “TUNG TUNG SAHUR TUNG! Translation: GIVE THAT BACK TO MY SAM!”
Sam saw Triple T rush past him tackling Dr Peepee, strangling him and grabbing Sam Campbell’s kawaii and cutesy anime girl purse and returning it to him. But before Triple T put the purse in Sam’s hands he took a good, long sniff and even bottled the scent. Sam didn’t care though- he just wanted to thank and repay Triple T the best he could.
“Th-thank you- you’re so kind I-“
Sam was cut off as he felt lips pressed against his cheek along with a really long nose squished against him.
Sam touched the spot where Triple T kissed him, blushing ferociously.
“Tung Tung Sahur Sahur Tung. Translation: no problem, sugar. Just promise to stay cute.” Triple T said, and then he walked off into the sunset SEXILY.
Samuel Matthew Campbell stood there for 20 minutes, shocked before walking back to his houseboat his mom (who was a talking refrigerator) welcomed him home. His dad had been gone for 13 years so since he was 2 years old. He didn’t have the best home life as his mom was having an affair with the man who lived under them.
Finally, he reached home. Barley prepared for what adventures awaited him tomorrow.