The Gravity Between Us Samantha Rivers (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Samantha Rivers (open) Samantha Rivers (close) Name: Samantha Rivers Age: 22 Body Type: 5'9", narrow and slender Job: Singer - Pop Clothing Style: Wears clothing that very closely adheres to the stereotypical cowgirl type of look. Otherwise, Sam keeps up with current fashion trends when she's amongst other famous singers. Flori Mauricio (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Flori Mauricio (open) Flori Mauricio (close) Name: Florisel (Flori) Mauricio Age: 22 Body Type: 5'4", average, slightly chubby Job: Waitress Clothing Style: Casual, soft tomboy --- It had been a good hour since Samantha's flight came in. Still sitting in her first class seat, she let out an exasperated sigh. The whole entire airport was backed up. Figured given her luck. Busying herself on her phone, she switched off the airport function as signal returned to her life line. Notifications started rolling in. She rolled her eyes. After finishing her tour, Samantha decided to take a break from it all. The screaming fans, the drug scene that a lot of her fellow musicians partook in, and the traveling. She hated that part the most. She knew thousands of girls would've killed to strike it big like her, but they simply didn't know how restrictive this life was. Everyone was watching you, and you could never get away from it. Whatever the case, she loved it. Singing in front of crowds. There was seldom other things she could picture herself doing instead. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your cabin crew speaking." Sam sat her phone down. Finally she thought to herself. "We're terribly sorry for the wait. We should be docking shortly. If this is your ..." Samantha drowned out the rest of the message as she grabbed her purse. The rest of her luggage was waiting at the pick up. She breathed deep. It felt good to be back in sweet ole' Texas. --- "It's so good to have you back, darling!" Samantha smiled as she pushed up her sun glasses. Her mom, Meredith Rivers, had come to pick her up. She figured her dad was still at work. It was a impromptu visit. "How's the limelight? They aren't mistreating my little princess are they?" Sam laughed. "You haven't changed, ma. I'm doing fine! Just tired." Hearing her phone ring, she took it out of her pocket and silenced it. "Damn thing. I didn't mind it in the beginning, the attention, but it keeps buzzing. Like all the time. By the way ma, have you been getting the checks?" Meredith waved dismissively. "Oh hush, just got my baby girl back. Money is the last thing on my mind." "But your treatments!" "Never felt better!" Sam's mom said as she pointed at her hair. "What do you think? Dark brown wig. Just picked it up today! It was a bit expensive. I thought I'd tre--" Sam placed a hand on her mom's shoulder. "Do you need more? You have to tell me ma; this isn't funny!" Meredith scoffed as she turned off the highway. "Samantha Renee Rivers," her mom said. "We're doing just fine. I mean, the situation stinks, but I don't need to wear the doom and gloom on my sleeve wherever we go. I'm fine, dear. Now, our friends are definitely coming over tonight. Don't argue, it's going to happen. I already made several calls, and they're thrilled! I was going to phone your old high school friends too!" Samantha's jaw dropped. "You did not call them!" Meredith rose an eyebrow. An evil smirk replaced her smile. "If I did?" "Mom!" Before Sam could say anymore, she looked ahead as the car was parked neatly in a parking spot. "Um, what are we doing?" "We're going to shop. I'm dead serious." Looking at her wear, Samantha was dressed in a purple-teal flannel and comfortable fitting yoga pants with black boots. While it wasn't conservative in nature, it was comfortable. "I don't need clothes. I have a whole wardrobe full." "Window shopping my dear! Mother daughter time, it'll be fun. Now come on!" Unable to suppress her grin, Sam got out of the car as she followed her mom into the mall. Taking off her sun glasses, she placed them in her purse. --- Several hours passed as the shopping marathon marched onwards. Sam held two bags in her hand - one from Victoria Secret and the other from a candle store - as she strolled through the aisles of a arts and crafts store. It was a hobby of hers whenever she had the free time. While she was a lousy painter and drawer, Sam wasn't too bad at knitting. Her mom was probably in the pottery section, an art that Sam knew she herself would botch. "Need help looking for something?" Sam turned and saw a middle aged woman standing next to her putting needles on the racks. "Don't see too much young folk interested in stuff like this." Putting a ball of light blue yarn into her cart, Sam started looking for knitting needles. "It's fun! Kind of like doing a puzzle." "Is that so?" "Quite so ma'am." The store worker chuckled as she picked up her basket. "If you need anything, I'll be around." Sam said her thanks as she continued looking. While she had what she needed, there was something missing. "Now where is that darn thing...?"