Tough Girl

Title: Tough Girl

Disclaimer: I own the plot to this story, unless otherwise noted by myself. I do not own Orlando, Elijah or any other characters that you may recognise from the screen. I do, however own Sam and her family. I half-own everyone else. (EG: Tianna, Fiona, etc.)

Rating: R for profane language and violence. Some sexual-related convo may occur. I will post a disclaimer before anything not noted in this.

and now...for the feature presentation.

Prologue

Almost everyone who knew me as a young girl don’t want to now. They can all blame my mother. You’re probably asking, “What the heck are you talking about?”

Well, I was always Daddy’s girl. Never in a million years would you get me into anything feminine without gagging, roping, and black-mailing me. My hair was cut as short as my mom would allow, shoulder-length, and even then, it was always put up in a messy ponytail. Mom would always sigh and roll her eyes when I walked out the door, asking herself why she put up with my tomboyish nature. She never liked the fact that I just threw on some shorts and a t-shirt when I woke up in the morning.

Then one day, my 17-year-old brother Nick was driving Dad and I to a surprise BBQ for Dad’s birthday. It had been pretty stormy that morning, so the roads were inevitably wet. The car rolled three times before stilling on the passenger side. I’m guessing it was either the lack of oxygen or the shock of the crash that was responsible for my unconsciousness. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by machines detecting everything possible. As soon as I became as alert as possible, the doctor came in with Mom and Nick, tears streaming down both faces and glum look on the doc’s. I think I knew before the doctor told me, “You and your brother are really lucky. The one in the passenger seat and the vehicle got most of the…” I basically blacked out after that. I already knew what was coming: Dad was dead.

You’d think that after losing my father--my best friend, people would keep their distance. You know, common courtesy. But, just the opposite happened. Mom got even worse after Dad died. Now, let me tell you something about my maternal family: they are more materialistic than J Lo. They’re all about appearance. For instance, they’re constantly discussing how it was so despicable that Ashley Williams was wearing a jacket that was “so last season!” Every single one of them made me nauseous whenever I saw them, except for one: Tianna Rodriguez. She had to be the coolest, most colorful girl to walk through this town since sliced bread. She was the product of a very unwelcome marriage of my aunt to this really great Hispanic guy she met in school. This particular family (my aunt, uncle and Tianna) were the only people who were as unselfish as humanly possible.

Oh, but back to what I was saying: After I was excused from the hospital, my mother dragged me to the nearest department store. She didn’t waste a second! All of a sudden, I was ‘Sammi’ instead of my lifelong nickname ‘Sam’ and she had me trying on dresses and skirts and dress pants (although it was way too hot to wear pants anyway) and anything else she thought looked ‘pretty’. That night, I went home with too many clothes for my closet. Over the years, I grew very sick of the clothes. I ended up altering them to my liking. I tossed every skirt and dress into a box labeled ‘Too Small’, and changed the rest of them to look less like it came out of Vogue. This just ticked off my mother more and more every day, and she got onto me more and more everyday. Soon, I simply climbed out the window and drove over to Anna’s. I couldn’t take it anymore. At Tianna’s was the only place where I could be Sam. The only reason I went home was to get fresh clothes every once in a while. Mom didn’t care. She thought I was the devil incarnate anyway. I made more trouble than Nick did (and let me tell you, that’s quite a bit), I just managed to not get caught. Everyone I know describes me as a ‘tough girl’ who won’t get close to anyone, that is, until he came along. This is my story.

Hey Sammy!

I love what we've accomplished here! This board rocks!

When you posted this on the EWFN board, I read it and loved it.
Looking forward to new chapters!

I just read that and what's funny is I know a girl named Ashley Williams and personally, I hate her. But yeah...

Posty more soon!

OMG YOUR POSTING IT HERE!! **lol** **hehe** (sorry hyper!) Anywho keep going I love this fanfic!

Yeah, I hope to get this going pretty quick.

Chapter One: The Three Amigas

When I graduated from high school, I knew exactly where I was gonna go from there: the city of angels. Los Angeles was the perfect place for me to get lost in the city, and besides that, it was as far from my mom as I could get. Anna moved with me, and we both have more fun than ever in previous years. Of course, if I was itching to get into a fight (with my temper, short as it was), she would know, and she’d hold me back, always making me reassess what I was doing. We had this sixth sense thing going on, almost like ESP, except neither of us believed in anything like that.

I didn’t get any degree whatsoever, but Tianna had her eyes set on a MD. So far, she’s earned a bachelor’s degree in medical at UCLA. She had some open spots on her class schedule she needed to fill, so she took a drama class. This is where she met Fiona. She’s basically the person your parents are scared of. Maybe not, but at least, my mom would be. Fi’s totally punk/ goth. And yet, she was such a nice person. Well, sure, she tended to be cynical. But, in this world, this time, it’s generally important. She’s a lot more interested in the worldthan I am, though. And she’s a witch. Not like “the power of three” kind of witch, but her beliefs. She liked to be connected to nature itself. Wiccan is the “technical” term. And a lot of it makes sense. Of course, the religion is just about the only thing that irks Anna about her. Anna’s a strong Christian, and a strong Wiccan doesn’t sail too well with her. It was kinda funny when Fi told Anna that she was a witch. Fi was afraid to tell her because of the expected “speech”. She thought Anna would get into this whole lecture. But, surprisingly, she didn’t. It’s amazing.

**hehe** Another great chapter.... More?

*does the Smeagol on a rock with a fish dance because she can*

Oh, there's Fiona! WooT!

You've probably heard this before, but I absolutely love this girl! Don't ask me why... *is confused herself*

I'm so glad you're posting this up again!
MMMOOOOOORRRREEEEE!!!!

Fiona reminds me of a girl I know. I'm a Christian, she's an Atheist. I wear girly flowery clothes, she's a goth/punk. But she's one of my best friends. It's great.

Anyway, Sammi, this is great. I've never read it, but I'm anxious to.

Oy! Sammi, this is great.

I really like it.

More soon, k?

Chapter Two – “Will You Two Work…?”

This is making my story kinda boring, so I’ll skip ahead a few years. At this time, Tianna and I are both holding jobs at the local garage, while Fi is working as manager at Hot Topic. Anna and my boss, Tony, was the nicest guy you’ll ever meet. Not to mention the funniest. Tianna and I were laughing so hard one time. Except this time, it wasn’t a joke, “Do you two wanna work as waitresses at the Oscars next week?” When we finished laughing, we realized he was totally serious. “You’re serious?” I asked.

“Why would I joke about the Oscars, Sam?”

“But why do you need us?” Anna asked, “I mean, don’t you have plenty of people lined up for this gig?”

“I’m sure they do, but I think it’d be fun.”

“What?” I asked “Waiting on a bunch of egotistical, stuck-up idiots who only need to show up for something like this and get credit for something they had no idea had been done?”

Eventually, we gave in, considering there was absolutely nothing to do that night, “Where do we get our uniforms?”

He smirked when he answered me, “Wear what anyone would to the Oscars. I’m looking forward to seeing you in a dress, Sam.” Ugh.

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Fiona sat there for a few seconds after we told her about the Oscars, thinking about it, “You’re kidding.” I rolled my eyes and slid into the couch from off the arm, “Now, why would I joke about this?”

“Because you’d never get caught dead in a dress.”

“Good point.”

After we’d talked about it, Fi seemed to silently decide that it was kinda neat that we were going, “Let’s go.”

Tianna straightened, “Where?”

“The mall, of course, silly,” she answered, grabbing her purse.

I jumped up instantly, “No way, Jose! I’m not going to no freakin’ mall.”

“C’mon, Sam. It’s just the mall.”

“No, it’s not just the mall. It’s a place filled with nutty people who base their wardrobe on big-time stars like Jennifer Lopez, and stores with clothes that barely cover any skin whatsoever.”

“Calm down, oolie.” Tianna tried to escort me out the door.

“Fine,” I said, grabbing my bag, “But I’m not buying anything.”

An hour later, we walked into JC Penney and I was fishing through the dresses, when Fi came up to me with a small red dress [link], “These would go really good with my stilettos.”

“No. That’s where I draw the line, Fi. I swear, if you even show me any stilettos, I’ll wear my converses. Besides, when would I ever wear something like that?” Eventually, I settled on wearing a pair on black pants, and a black mesh top over a wife beater, with a pair of closed-toe shoes. Anna went a little more fancy than me, but not too much. She’d wear a black dress that had a diagonal hem with fringe, and had one black strap.

Two days later, Anna and I were all dressed up for the awards. As I looked at my mirror image, my stomach revolted. Was that really me under the foundation and mascara? I actually looked like a girl. No, scratch that. I looked like a woman…who had always wanted to look like this. I couldn’t believe it. Within a few hours, I had been transformed from a grungy-looking tomboy to a somewhat-attractive chick. Is that even possible? I mean, my image is important, but not in the way that you may think. It makes a lot of people sick, the fact that I like to look like trailer trash.

“C’mon Sam!” Tianna urged, “We’re gonna be late.”

Not to seem extremely cheesy, but I really could care less.

Mwahahaha!!

And the fun begins!

I myself absolutely hate dresses. I own one and I've worn it once, for a special occasion. it's in my closet, being useless and stupid.

Lets barbecue the dresses!

Awww...see, that's where you and I disagree, Amber. (I learned your name. YAY!) I love wearing dresses. I think they're fun. Now, I'm not saying that I'm willing to go Britney Spears on you, bearing all, but I do like a nice, clean, simple dress.

Anyway, wonderful story. I like it A LOT.

Actually my name is Amberlynn.

But I honestly do not care what ya'll call me.

Sammie calls me Am...

A lot of people call me Amber...

A ton of people call me Nobody...

Some people call me Lynn....

And then others call me Heygirl....

Yep.

Then there are my family nicknames- but I won't bother with those.

Sammie- MORE

*points up*

What she said.

*points up*

What she said.

Chapter Three – Seatfillers?!?

When we arrived, we couldn’t figure out how to get in. Did we walk down the red carpet? I didn’t think so. We walked around until we noticed Tony over by the building. Anna grins and drags me over to him. I acknowledge with a quick nod.

“Hey. I have a job for you.”

“Hold up. You already offered us the job of waitressing. Now, what else could we do in one night?” I asked.

“Fill the celebrities seats.”

“What?” No, no, no. “Could you give us all the bad news at once instead of feeding it to us little by little?” Seat-fillers? I knew Tony was nuts, but this is just crazy! How can those stuck up wankers expect us “low-lives” to keep their seats warm so that they don’t freeze their butts off?!?

“Fine, but you don’t have any seats anyways, even the nosebleed section is full.” Tony said. “So, you may as well do this, you may even get a decent seat---“

“For what? 5 minutes?”

Tony looked at me with as much an annoyed look as I was looking at him. Oh brother. This’ll be an interesting night. I know what Anna’s gonna say. Keep your temper in check. I’ll try.

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After an hour or so, I’d been in too many seats to recall. One of the people who were supposed to lead you to your “seat” came up to me. I swear, if I get stuck to another old fogie asking me if I’ve seen their movies, I’m gonna puke. I was lead pretty close to the stage. Well, at least I’ll be able to see for a little while. The guy leads me to the end of a row. He hands me the ticket. Crap. It’s in the middle of the row. Now, I get to show my ass to a bunch of perverted actors. Oh joy.

Now, who’s seat would I have the honor of filling? Jennifer Aniston? …then I’d be next to Brad Pitt Or maybe I’ll be lucky enough :cough: :cough: to be seated next to (pause for dramatic affect) Justin Timberlake. Yeah right. I started walking sideways toward the empty seat. Shit. They wasted so much time in keeping their stupid chairs warm. I don’t get it. I sit for 10 minutes…then I have to get up again and sit for someone else. I finally get to the empty seat, and plop myself in it.

The person sitting to my right clears their throat. I turn my head slowly towards them. Dark hair. Dark eyes. None other than Orlando Bloom. I blink. This man is even finer in person, let me tell ya. I ask him, “Can I help you?”

“Yeah…with a name.”

“Sorry.”

“So, you don’t have a name?”

I shake my head, “None come to my mind.” I feel a pat on my left shoulder. Turning yet again, I find myself face to face with the “lovely” Elijah Wood. “You can leave now, you know.”

I stand up, “Are you always like this, or are you just a bloody prick to the “common-folk” ?” Before he can answer me, I stand up and make my way back down the aisle.

Mwahahaha!

Yes! I loved it!

Oy! That's so friggen brilliant!

Take that Elijah!


Sammi, you my dear have just posted an amazing chap!

I love this bit! It's so funny and cool and just brilly!!!

Lol. "Sam" is based loosely on myself and the wit I wish I had. I loved that "None come to mind." bit...lol.

Man, Elijah gets a verbal bitch-slap! Woohoo! Take that, baby blue eyes!

Oh, but I love him so...