Well then. These are 'snapshots' I guess. Shorter than a one shot, longer than a sentence. My idea is that you could take in all the information conveyed with a glance or two. Some may end up as murals. I'm going to try to keep them in chronological order. Please review and flame away if necessary.
Game On
Its Thanksgiving morning. Spencer and Carly are out of town, at their Grandfathers home for the holiday weekend. About half an hour ago, Freddie had sent Sam a text, asking her to meet him at the park.
From a distance it looked like the two teenagers were just talking, maybe a bit intense, but maybe not. Hard to tell. Suddenly, the petite blonde girl body slammed the brunette boy to the ground and jumped on him, straddling his stomach. She hits him on the arm, hard. The boy begins to rub his arm with his other hand while the girl yelled something right in the boys face.
"…Sam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to feel this way about you. It just kind of happened. It's taken me quite a while just to get up the courage to tell you. I knew you would be mad. I'm so sorry."
Sam just glared at Freddie. She put her hand behind his head and angled his head up a little higher. Freddie started to squirm, trying to get away, hoping to at least deflect the coming blow.
"Stop all this wiggling, Benson. Take it like a man for once."
"C'mon Sam, I won't bother you, you know that. I got over being in love with Carly; I'll get over you too…"
"You better not get over me, Benson, you just better not, ever."
Then she pulled his head just a little higher, and kissed him.