This is an introduction chapter. The rest of the story (if I continue) won't be written exactly like this. I know it's short, bare with me.
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Not my world.
She didn't know why they had agreed to do it… okay, that was a lie, she knew. It had been an attempt – one last feeble attempt to fix the broken thing that they had become. Relationships were supposed to be full of love and mutual bullshit, right? Well theirs wasn't. It was like two separate people from two separate worlds with two separate mindsets had been thrown together in some mixed up, falsified relationship. Opposites don't attract in real life. We've all held negative and positive magnets, trying to force them together, and it just didn't worked. Even science proves this kind of crap isn't realistic.
So after two years of hitting and hugging, and arguing and making up, it was just getting so damn tiring to try and keep whatever dysfunctional thing they had alive. They had gotten bored lately. She had gotten bored. Bored, bored, bored. Bored of it being so freaking hard to keep them together. That thrill that went with an argument had disappeared months ago. And now it was just tiring.
One week ago they had finally agreed on the first thing in months. They agreed that they loved each other, and they had agreed, in a frenzy of… was it passion? Anger? Frustration? Love? Well, whatever the cause: they had agreed to have sex.
As she walked down the hallway of the stupid high school she had been going to for three and a half years now she couldn't help but remember all the weird, random, soppy, girly memories she had shared with her friends. How she used to (okay… and still sometimes) give Gibby massive wedgies, or when she and Carly had unscrewed the locker doors from the wall and made them all fall when they were unlocked, or when she and Freddie had kissed for the first time in the hallway right there.
It was better then, in the first three years of high school. Those years you didn't have think about what was going to happen afterwards. You didn't have to talk to your boyfriend about how you were destined for different colleges (Sam's being the college-that-doesn't-exist, of course). You didn't know that your best friend was going to an out of state college that you'd never have enough money to afford. You don't have to think about how alone you'll be after high school ends. In the first three years of high school, you always get to go back.
As she walked up to her best friend, she knew that Carly was expecting some weird pseudo-Sam that would be sobbing over her break-up with Freddie that had happened over the weekend. Of course, that Sam didn't exist – here or anywhere, for that matter. And when Carly realized that, Sam watched her shoulders visibly relaxed, put on a smile that was real, and start talking about the next webshow that she, Sam, and Freddie would be working on as if nothing had happened.
And that's just the way Sam liked it.