Post by Kenneth Harwood on Oct 30, 2008 11:29:21 GMT -4
Somedays, Jude really hated the fact that he was friends with Samson Brighton.
Days where Samson was so annoying it drove him over the moon, or days where Samson's large frame and incredible hyperness was just too much to handle, days when Samson was in a bad mood, and days where Samson was in the mood to annoy everyone; those were the most trying days. Days, it would seem, like today; which had them sitting outside the office, Samson with a bloody nose and a black eye, and himself with a gash across his cheek, a bloody nose and what the nurse had claimed was a 'badly sprained elbow'. It had been a stupid fight over something Samson had deemed important; some stupid jocks had cracked a few jokes at Jude's expense, and Samson had flipped on them. To be fair, everyone knew how overprotective of Jude Samson was; it was stupid to think you could sy some of the things they were saying (and Jude didn't want to recall most of it, some things were really disgusting) and expect to live. The jocks had come out worse for wear-while ude was a bit of a pacifist, he did know how to fight, and Samson had learned early on that being from the family he was, he had to know a thing or two about fighting.
"You have to learn to think sometimes. You couldn't just let it go? Shit, Sam, they were only egging you on, you know you're gunna have detention for like, the next year for this." He scowled, leaning against the blonde on the bench they sat on, wondering if anyone they knew was going to walk by and question.
"They were saying shit that even Brody Rogers wouldn't say about you! I couldn't let them man, and I know you won't do anythign about it. I just...I don't like them talking about you like that. You're too good a person to take that shit man."
Days where Samson was so annoying it drove him over the moon, or days where Samson's large frame and incredible hyperness was just too much to handle, days when Samson was in a bad mood, and days where Samson was in the mood to annoy everyone; those were the most trying days. Days, it would seem, like today; which had them sitting outside the office, Samson with a bloody nose and a black eye, and himself with a gash across his cheek, a bloody nose and what the nurse had claimed was a 'badly sprained elbow'. It had been a stupid fight over something Samson had deemed important; some stupid jocks had cracked a few jokes at Jude's expense, and Samson had flipped on them. To be fair, everyone knew how overprotective of Jude Samson was; it was stupid to think you could sy some of the things they were saying (and Jude didn't want to recall most of it, some things were really disgusting) and expect to live. The jocks had come out worse for wear-while ude was a bit of a pacifist, he did know how to fight, and Samson had learned early on that being from the family he was, he had to know a thing or two about fighting.
"You have to learn to think sometimes. You couldn't just let it go? Shit, Sam, they were only egging you on, you know you're gunna have detention for like, the next year for this." He scowled, leaning against the blonde on the bench they sat on, wondering if anyone they knew was going to walk by and question.
"They were saying shit that even Brody Rogers wouldn't say about you! I couldn't let them man, and I know you won't do anythign about it. I just...I don't like them talking about you like that. You're too good a person to take that shit man."
