Nov. 26th, 2008

carsexual: (Oh God why would you do that?)
Sam paced his room while he spoke to his mom on the phone:

"No, Mom--Mom, I told you, I can't make it for Thanksgiv--because I'm at boarding school, Mom. In Maryland. No, it's definitely not Virginia, it's a long--no, I can't drive out. I--it's a long--I sure am gonna miss Aunt Ruth's turkey," he said, trying desperately to change the subject. "No one makes it like her." Except maybe an industrial dehydrator. "Yeah, I--you. You what? You invited Mikaela?" Sam dove for his computer to book the next flight home. "Well, I'm sure she has better things to--oh. She's coming?" Yes, there was one in a couple of hours, he could just make it if he, like, ran. Good thing Mr. Stark paid him well. "You know what, Mom, I absolutely will be there. Yeah. Uh-huh. Okay, I love you, bye!"

He scribbled a note to Helen asking her to please feed Mojo and not let him eat Sam's leftover pain pills, then grabbed a duffel and started throwing clothes in it basically at random. He was only going to be gone for a couple of days, after all.

((Establishy, but open if anyone wants to catch Sam before he flees!))

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