iKiss Sam

Freddie's POV- I thought my project was PERFECT. I had imported worms from Portugal, and built a high tech box for them to live in to make compost. It even messages them! So when I walked up to Sam I expected a wow. Well maybe I didn't expect a wow but I wanted a wow. Yesterday I figured out I kind of liked Sam, a lot. I walked up to her.

"Whatever it is, take it to the dork fair, and quick." she said with attitude.

"Well, it has a machine that massages the worms, and they were imported from Portugal." I said, with a smug smile on my face. Almost every girl loved my boyish charm smile, so I used it a lot. A beeping noise went off and Sam turned, opening her locker and pulling out a bowl of food.

"What is that?" I asked astonished. New cute things she does everyday/

"Beef Stroganoff." she said, and after a little more conversation, we walked to class.

We had to show our projects, and so far I got a D- because I used tons of plane fuel to get the worms from Portugal to here. He asked who was next. I couldn't resist but say Sam, who came up with this crap about an orange last second. Lucky little booger. Carly got a D for arriving late and using too much charging power. Sam of course, got an A plus. After leaving Ridgeway we walked to the Bushwell Plaza.

"Hey guys." Spencer said, and we all said hi, plopping down on the couch.

"It's funny how I knew to say guys instead of Carly." Spencer said. I decided to ignore it but Sam looked a little offended.

"You keep on bringing that up! If you want us to leave, just say it!" she said, and stormed out.

"Sam... It was a joke.." he yelled, but the door was already closed.

"What was that?" Spencer asked, giving us a weird look. Carly and I shrugged.

"I'm going to go find her." Carly said, and walked out.

"Hey, Spencer, can we talk?" I asked awkwardly, looking up at my father figure.

"Well, you really don't mind, right?" he shook his head. "Good, because I wouldn't want to lose another father." He smiled and hugged me.

"I...like Sam." I blurted out.

"Oh...wow..." Spencer said, and looked away. I looked away awkwardly too.

"Sam is a delicate little thing, under her shell she has a soft heart. Go for her before someone else recognizes that, and don't hurt her. She's like a daughter to me." he said. I smiled and hugged the guy, he was part of something I didn't have.

"Thanks Spencer." I said, and he got back up, back to his sculpture. Carly walked in, and looked at me as she sat down.

"Sam wants to talk to you, she won't tell me what's wrong." said the jealous Carly, who was now popping gum in her mouth.

"OK, where is she?" I asked, and she pointed out the door. I knew she wasn't going to get more specific she was obviously annoyed and hurt. I got up and walked out the door, and into the hall. I looked right and left, and decided to go down the left way. I turned the familiar corner, and walked down the stairs and into the lobby.

"You see Sam?" I asked Lewbert.

"She's outside." he said in a annoyed raspy voice. I walked outside and saw Sam sitting on a bench which was placed infront of Bushwell.

"You wanted to talk?" I asked, hands in jack pocket like Sam. She laid her head on my shoulder, let a small sob out.

"My Mom kicked me out, and I have nowhere to stay. It just hurt me when Spencer said that. You've never had a Father, but your Mom went looney after he left. My Dad left and my Mom went downhill. How did you cope? I can't do it anymore. I have tried to deal with the constant insults, beatings, and molestation but I can't do it." she said. I was still taking in what she said. Her Mom molested her? I looked down at her blond hair which was awkwardly strewn across my chest which was covered by a big fleece jacket.

"Remeber, I broke down and moved out?" I said, She put her hand on the right side of my chest.

"Are you suggesting I move out?" she asked. I thought about that.

"Yes, but only if you have a strong enough heart to leave her." I said. I felt a small giggle slip out.

"I have no heart left for her. I need to find an apartment, for now can I crash at your place?" she asked. I nodded, and she smiled and looked up at me, sitting up. She scooted next to me, closer.

"How am I going to deal, not having a house? I have to get a job!" she said. Her eyes met mine with sincere worry.

"Well, I'll help you get an apartment. You need to raise your grades to get into college. Or at least a good one. A passing C plus and a rare B won't get you into Harvard. Finally, make a good reseme. Make sure you include what your good at. As far as dealing, think about how proud your Dad would be of you, trying to fix up your life. It's going to be senior year soon. Start your clean slate then, and don't go back." I looked out to the road with the cars zooming by, reminding me of my Dad driving his truck, and me sitting in the passanger, screaming and laughing as he went into closed courses for practice. My Mom was cool, so relaxed until he died. It was a sad day, and the day my Mom snapped.

"Freddie!" Sam yelled, and I looked back down at her. "Thank You." she said, and laid her soft lips on mine. My heart leaped, but I only kissed back lightly. She pulled away, stood, and walked off.

"Where are you going!" I asked, but she shook her head.

"I don't know." she yelled, and her body disappeared behind a gray pole. I really liked Sam now.. I walked back into the apartment, and sat on the becnh inside to get some warmth circulating inside my body.

"Nice." Lewbert said. I laughed.

AN- Do you like? Want me to continue? I have the whole story planned out. But, if you don't want me to continue, I won't. Please review*