1Chaz’s Date

Chaz sit down on his bed holding his cell phone thinking about calling Sam. He dials her number. It start to ring and Sam pick up. “Hello.” she says. “Hey Sam, it Chaz.”

“Oh, hey Chaz.”

“What you up to?”

“Nothing much, just watching some Tv.”

“I got a underground band mix you might like. Would you like to come over and hear it.”

“That sound fun.” She smiles. “I’ll be over in a bit.”

“I’ll see you then.” he said with a smile. He hangs up his cell. “Yes, she coming over.” he thinks as he get up. He gets the Cd from his bag and put it into his stereo. He tweaks the setting until he gets them just right. After he was done, he went down stairs to wait for her.

After a few minutes the door bell rings. Chaz get up from the couch and answers the door. “Hey.” Sam says standing at the door. “Hey.” Chaz smiles. “Come in.” he steps aside. Sam walked inside. “So where the Cd.” She ask. “Its up stair in my room.” Sam smirks. “Oh? Your just trying to get me into your room.” “I’m not, really. Its just that I set up my stereo so we can listing to the Cd.” Sam nods. “Ok.” “This way.” he says walking up to his room

Sam walks into Chaz room after him. She looks around the room. It has a few band posters on the walls. His bed is against the far wall. There a desk next to her with a computer and some notebooks on it. On the other side of the desk is a few bass guitars. Next to the guitars and the bed is a shelf with a stereo on it with a Cd rack next to it. Behind her is a dresser with a Tv on it. Sam walks over to the CDs and looks through them. She smirks, “Nice rack.” she turn to Chaz. “Thanks, I do have a good rack.” Chaz says with a smirk. “Yeah, you do.” They laugh. “So do you like my CDs Sam?”

“Yeah, You have some really good bands.”

“Thanks. Could I ask you something.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“What Sam short for?”

“Samantha.”

“Oh, that nice name.”

“Thanks.” She smiles. “So what about you? Is Chaz short for something?”

“Charles.” he whispers.

“Oh really?” she smirks. He nods. “Well Chuck where this music you said I might like.”

“Well Sammie, let me get that.” he says and hit play on his stereo. Live punk music start to blast from his speakers. Sam smiles. Chaz sit down on his bed. “So do you like it?” He asks as she sit down next to him.

“Yeah I do, live punk is the best.”

“Yeah, I know. Punk show are sweet.”

“I would love to see a underground show.”

“I know where some show are.”

“Really you do.” She smiles.

“Yeah, I do. I like to see where my band could play.”

“Oh?”

He nods. “I know of a show on Saturday. I could take you to dinner then the show.”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Yes, I am. So would you like to?”

“Yes I would.” She smiles. Chaz smiles.

Sam moves closer to him. “You want to seal the deal?” she looks up at him. “With a kiss?” he asks. She nods. Chaz leans down to her and kisses her gently. She wraps her arms around his neck as she kisses him back. He put his arms around her waist. Sam slowly brake the kiss and smiles up at him. Chaz opens his eyes and smiles. “What time are you picking me.” Sam asks. “Seven.” he smiles.

The Cd stops. “Could I get a copy of this sometime?” Sam ask. He smiles and slips out of her arms and get up. Chaz goes over to his desk, he pick up a Cd case. He hands it to her. Sam take it and looks down at it. It says to Sam from Chaz. She smiles up at him. “I thought you might want a copy.” he says sitting down next to her. “Thank you Chaz.” she says opening the case. On the inside it says, see you Saturday.

She smirks and turns to Chaz. “How you know I would say yes to the date.” she asks. “I didn’t. So I made two Cd’s. One you have and another without the words inside.” Sam nods. “I see.” she looks down at her watch. “I should be going.” she says getting up. “I’ll walk you out.” he says and stands up. Sam nods as they walk out. “Thanks for the Cd.” she say when they got to the front door. “Your welcome. Sammie.” he smiles and kisses her cheek. She smiles and blushes slightly. “Thanks Chuck.” she smile as he walks out and back to her car. He smirks as he go back to his room.

Later that day, Chaz is looking bass tabs for some songs and listing to music when his cell rings. He turns down his music and answers his cell. “Hello.” he says.

“Hey Chaz.” Smith says.

“What’s up Smith.”

“Not much. I was wondering if you was up for doing something Saturday.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Oh. Something with your band?” he ask

“No. I have a date.” he smiles

“Oh? With who?”

“Sam.”

“You asked her out?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Tell me how it goes.”

“I will.”

“Ok. Talk you later then.”

“Bye.” Smith hangs up. Chaz closes his cell and goes back to what he was doing.