A/N- Sam's point of view, and this is dedicated to my mom.

One in a Million

My alarm went off and I didn't want to get up. I just cover my head with the pillow to try and block it out. After a few minutes it starts to get on my nerves, so I get up, making my way to the bathroom. I do my business, then go to my room again to get dressed. … Wait, it was a Saturday. There was no school. Why in the world am I up at seven for? I should be in bed until noon. Though I guess that I have things on my mind.

I take a breath and went to my closet. I grab an outfit and put it on. I didn't care what it was. It was only clothes, but I made sure they matched.

From my desk, I grab my hairbrush and a hair-tie. I brush my hair then pull it back into a ponytail. I sigh and stare in the mirror at it. It didn't look right today, so I take it down.

I make my way down to the kitchen, where my mom is making pancakes. The smell is smelling good.

"Hi, sweetie. What're you doing up this early?" She ask.

"I don't know." I sit down at the table and look confused. "Um, what are you doing up?" I look at her. "You usually sleep until noon."

"Like mother, like daughter." She smiles. I roll my eyes. Great, she's cracking jokes.

"No, really?"

"It's true." She says as she gives me a plate with pancakes on it.

"Thanks." I reach for the syrup, but she grabs it and pours some on them for me. "Thanks, again." I'm really confused. "Why are you doing this?"

She shrugs. "Well, I have a date tonight and I'm excited about it."

I can't help to laugh. OMG!

"What's so funny?"

"You just sounded like a teenager, going on their first date!"

"So."

"Well, it was funny!"

"I don't get it."

I stop laughing and get serious. "Mom, who's the guy?"

She looks at me. "An old friend from high school. He's handsome…" She starts to go into details, but I say, "Spare me the details."

"Well, you wanted to know." And that ends the conversation.

About three minutes later, I finish my pancakes. I push away my plate and get up. "Thanks, mom! Those were good." I start to walk to the front door, but I see the calendar and realize what day it is. I walk back and give her a hug. "If this guy turns into something more, make sure he treats you right. I hope that I don't have to beat him up ever." Then I whisper, "Happy Mother's Day!" I pull away. "I love you and that's the truth." I say as I see her smiling, which makes me smile.

The End!