You smiled and hosed down the soap that dripped from the purple Toyota. You finished up the job with a small work of drying up the vehicle and you were finished. The car window rolled down, and the lady gave you five dollars. “Thanks.” You nodded and watched as the car pulled out and drove off.
　　“Car wash? Sweet...” You flinched and looked over to see your friend Samantha grinning as she stood aside.
　　You rolled your eyes and flicked some of the water dripping off your hands at her, waiting for the next car. “Only for the money.”
　　“Y’know, that’s what hookers say too.” She smirked and took a sip of the juice box she had in her hand.
　　You mustered a cold glare at Samantha. Why is it me who gets stuck with the perverted friends? You picked up the hose and dragged it over to the side as another car slowed and stopped for a cleaning. “Yeah, well I’m not a hooker.” You responded and grabbed the sponge, drowning it in the bucket of soapy water and starting with the back trunk and windshield.
　　Samantha watched, sipping on her juice box occasionally and passing you various things you needed to finish the job. “Give me the hose.” You asked and threw the sponge into the bucket, water splashing over the edges as it floated in the bubbles.
　　She walked over to the hose and carried it over to you, standing back at her spot and tossing her empty juice box over her shoulder. No matter how much littering annoyed you, Samantha always won in an argument about helping the environment with you. “Hey, I’m going to run home and get my bathing suit on to help.” She said and ran down the street.
　　You sighed and dropped the hose, grabbing the small towel and giving the car a minor drying. Once finished you were paid and the car took off. “Ugh, hurry up Sam...” You breathed and waited for another car to park. You decided to take the absence of washing cars to run inside and get a drink.
　　You raced down your driveway and swung open the door, opening the fridge and puling out a (bottle, can, etc.) of (F/D). You swallowed the cold beverage thoroughly and put it back on the shelf and ran back outside.
　　When you returned to your waiting place, a car was parked but there was no one sitting in the drivers seat. Confused, you looked around to see if maybe they were outside of their car waiting, but no one was around. “Sam?” You called and noticed Sam was still gone. You didn’t see this as a moment to panic, but this was rather unusual.
　　Stepping back, you jumped and felt a hand slither around your mouth and you flinched. Using what you knew to defend yourself, you jerked your elbow into the anonymous persons rib-cage and freed yourself. You turned around and saw Sam on her hands and knees on the ground as she held her ribs. “What was that for?” She panted and wobbled back to stand on both of her feet.
　　Growling, you almost wanted to punch her in the gut for scaring you. “For startling me! Gosh i thought you were some psycho!” You yelped and glared at her as she began to laugh. You waited a moment before you could notice she didn’t have her bathing suit on. “Wears your suit??”
　　She looked down at her clothes and back up at you. “Oh, I left it at my dads.” She shrugged.
　　You sighed and glanced at the car that was still empty. “I have an extra in my wooden drawer. The top one.” You told her. Sam nodded and dashed inside your house. You tapped your foot and turned to face the parked car.
　　Before you could even step closer to examine it, you saw a tall shadow casting just beside yours, and knowing Sam, she wouldn’t prank someone again if she got hurt the first time. You slowly looked over and felt a cold sensation prickling down your spine like a blizzard, and your stomach felt like it had melted.
　　You leaned backwards and tried to step away, almost tripping on yourself. Your lungs were tied as you tried to scream for Sam. Here he was. In your yard. About to kill you.