SPAM. Spencer admits somethings, but won't admit other things, while dealing with an encounter he didn't see coming in the dark room of a tokyo hotel.

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"No!" I heard Carly and Sam screech.

"Wouldn't you rather stay share a room with your sweet son, Freddie?" Carly continued.

"Freddie needs you." Sam added, both of them sounding so manipulative. I made a note to beware of
their crafty-woman-like ways.

So, Freddie and his mom stayed in one room while I stayed with
Carly... and Sam... Like any other night of my life. I mean seriously!
I swear Sam is just ways there; sleeping on the couch or the floor,
eating my left over ham (Which i had been saving for lunch!), or
hogging the couch, and the TV. Which I guess wasn't horrible because I
liked the shows she watched (except that one about man eater penguins,
that show gave me nightmares). But it's Sam. And she's, oh i don't
know, Sam-eriffic. And I'll admit i like spending time with her.

Everyone was exhausted from the long day we'd had, and i knew Carly
and Sam would need their energy to make an impression at the iWeb
Awards tomorrow. Not that i was doubting Carly's funtastic skills...
Or Sam's. Definitely not Sam, that girl could make me laugh. Even when
wasn't trying to. Like whenever she hits Freddie for insulting her.
Yeah it's slightly intimidating, but then I look at Sam's angry/
serious face and I'm amused how something so pretty can turn so
vicious. I've been on the brink of telling her how entertaining her
pretty-to-vicious-ness is but then I stop myself because I don't wanna
admit that Sam is pretty. Okay, well I do wanna admit it, but I won't.

Once I'd made sure Carly and Sam were in bed I skipped any nightly
ritually i usually did, like brushing my teeth, and flopped into my
own bed instantly falling asleep.

Carly's snoring woke me up in the middle of the night, which is
strange because it never wakes me up, but i swear i heard her snore my
name! It bothered me for about a minute until my sleepiness took over
and i was about to re-shut my eyes when i saw Sam's blond silhouette
sit up on the other side of Carly. I was going to say her name, ask
what was the matter. But my mouth didn't feel like moving, and i
didn't wanna admit i was awake.

She sat there for a bit and i just watched her kinda intrigued as to
what she was doing, but more inspired by how cool she looked. Because
in the dark she was an all black figure but for some reason that my
mind couldn't process at the time her hair was very blond; it seemed
to 'pop' right out like a 3-D movie. As soon as we got back to Seattle
i planned on using this vision of her to inspire yet another piece of
mine. Just like that sculpture of Sam's smile, made of broken CD's and
DVD's (so it's all bright and shiny, i keep it on my dresser because
it's all pretty and sparkly, even at night) i mean it doesn't exactly
do her smile any justice. Or i have this heart made of bones from ham
and other meats that Sam enjoys... What? No, it's not weird that Sam
inspires me a lot. Everyone in my life has inspired a lot of my
sculptures. Examples, you ask? Well... Uhm... My... Uh.. That giant
'A' made of a's, Carly's awesome report card inspired me to do that...
But then i had to take it apart. So I guess that doesn't really count.

Okay, I'll admit, Sam inspires me 'a bit' more than others.

Anyway, Sam is just sitting there with her inspiring silouhette. Then
she slowly turns and stands up. I keep my mouth shut because she's
probably just going to the bathroom. She lumbered to the front door,
stopped, turned around, and wandered back to my bed. Her eyes were
open, as far as i could tell in the dark of the hotel room, but to me
it looked like she could be, sleep walking. This was new.

She was at the side of my bed now, i faced her and she stood there,
looking back at me. I heard somewhere you're not supposed to wake up a
sleep walker, but she looked awake to me.

"Sam?" i whispered, my voice low and a little hoarse. She smiled but
didn't respond. I couldn't help but smile back at her, even though she
was beginning to freak me out, a tiny bit.

There was a small sway in her stance, and i raised an eyebrow at her
waiting for better response. Not that her smile wasn't great, it just
wasn't a good response for our current situation. I like it when she
just responds to me with a smile... But i shouldn't be admitting that.

And then she spoke...

"Ham-may..." she giggled softly grabbing my blanket and slipping under
the covers next to me.

"Sam, what are you doing?" I asked frantically but quietly, checking
over her to make sure Carly was still asleep.

"Shhhh, Mama like her ham." Sam mumbled as her eyes closed and she
walked her fingers up my chest and around my neck. Maybe your
wondering why I didn't stop this madness. Well remember, you're not
supposed to wake a sleep walker, hellloooooo! I'll admit, I'm glad to
have that as an alibi.

So, little, pretty Sam is lying next to me in bed, with her arms
possessively around my neck. Which means she has pulled me very close,
and I'm regretting not brushing my teeth, and praying my breath
doesn't smell bad. But it shouldn't smell too bad because I'd had
about a gazillion spearmint Nic-Nac breath mints on the plane. Not
that she'd notice because she's asleep. But I wouldn't ever want to
give her a bad impression of me. Though, I wouldn't admit that.

"Mama likes Ham." Sam giggled and pressed her face into the crook of
my neck. And then all sorts of alarms, which I guess should have gone
off the second she slipped into bed with me, began buzzing in my head.
For instance; I really shouldn't be letting this happen; There is a
really pretty UNDERAGE/16-year-old girl pressed against me, IN BED!;
My LITTLE sister's best friend, who I've nearly raised, has her arms
around me, IN BED! And is whispering about Ham in my ear, and I'm
beginning to think I'm that ham!

The alarms keep buzzing in my head, but they kinda got pushed to the
back of my cranium when Sam licked the side of my face.

I'm positive my eyes have never, i repeat, NEVER been as wide as they
were when Sam LICKED me, from the bottom of my chin, over the corner
of my lips, right to the top of my cheek bone. And all the alarms and
crap that had been going off in my head were almost silenced by the
thoughts that seemed to engulf the majority of my mind. Those thoughts
include the following: 'Awwweeesome!' With a little dash of 'oh
shit...' on the side.

I couldn't think straight, i guess the smart thing would have been to
shake her awake and send her back to her bed, and pretend like 'that'
never happend. But when do I ever to the smart thing. I just lay there
looking at her stunned. She lay there, two gorgeous, glittery-blue
eyes sleepily gazing back at me. We stayed like that for probably a
minute but it felt more like an eternity. Then Sam giggled a, "Bye-bye
my Ham-may." and slipped out from underneath my arm, that had somehow
ended up on her waist, along with the covers we shared, and back into
her bed with Carly where she curled up in the sheets.

I might have heard myself whimper out a, "Wait, Ham-may wants you to
stay" but probably not, and if I did, I wouldn't admit it. I let my
fingers hover over the line she'd created on my face... with her
tongue. Afraid that if i touched it the "'Awwweeesome!' with a little
dash of 'oh shit...' on the side" would vanish, leaving vacant space
for the alarms that were echoing in the backgrounds of my mind to
burst forward and give me some serious issues.

I'm not sure how I fell asleep or when but I know I lay there in bed,
unable to think coherent thoughts of any sort.

When I woke up, that first thing I felt was that line on my face, like
something was sending electric currents through my face in that exact
line. Carly and Sam were awake and dressed, Carly threw me a shirt,
and Sam flung a pair of jeans in my face.

"Spencer, get dressed and meet us downstairs for breakfast." Carly
said pulling Sam out the door. I just stared at Sam in disbelief,
wondering if that whole incident had been a dream. I was hoping it
wasn't a dream because I'll admit that i think dreaming about a
sixteen year-old licking my face isn't something most people would
consider acceptable for someone my age.

I pulled on my jeans, found my favorite belt, given to me by Socko's
friend Belle Buckle, and put my shirt on as I stood in front of the hotel
mirror examining 'the line'. I half expected it to be an electric
blue, and giving off strange sparks. But it was all me, and I still
didn't dare touch it.

I sat down next to Carly and Sam at a table in the breakfast area. I
hadn't said anything to either of them yet, i just kept glancing at
Sam. At one point i openly stared because she stuck her tongue out and
placed some type of neatly diced fruit on it. "That tongue had licked
me!" I exclaimed in my head. Thank god for once it didn't come
blurting out of my mouth. As soon as Sam got up for seconds I turned
to Carly.

"Hey, so does Sam sleep walk or what?" I tried to sound as casual as
possible.

"I... Don't... Think sooo..." Carly said, one eye brow cocked
questioningly at me. We shared what most would call an awkward pause,
but it was something normal for us, "I doubt it. Sam is a pretty heavy
sleeper."

"Oh!... That's good" I said totally lost.

"Why ask?" Carly asked with a questioning pout.

"'Cause..."

"'Cause, what?" she mocked. I shoved the rest of my toast in my mouth
refusing to continue the conversation. Carly rolled her eyes at me,
"Alrighty then, Mr. Mouthful-of-Toast. I left my jacket in the room,
I'll be right back." She got up and left, I made a face after her that
resulted in the toast falling out of my mouth.

I looked down at my fallen toast and when I looked up I was greeted by
the same sparkly blue eyes that were attached to the curly blonde hair
that inspired me, that was attached to the tongue that licked me, that
was attached to my little sister's sixteen year old best friend that I
called Sam.

"Where'd Carls go, Spencer?" She finally asked, a wickedly sweet smile
cut across her face, and I realized I'd been staring at her.

"To get her jacket in the room... Do you sleep walk?" I managed to say.

"Mmm, i don't think so. But this one time i fell asleep during class
and Freddie said I'd gotten up and smacked the teacher with Freddies
Tuna sandwich like ten times. But I'd say that's the only time I know
of." She grinned mischeviously at me.

Last night was just Sam sleep walking, that was the only explination.
I guess this was going to be my little secret :)... I don't know why
I made a smiley face there... Don't question it.

"Hey," Sam said, Finishing the last bit of her sausage, "Got any more
spearmint Nic-Nacs? My breath smells like breakfast meats."

"No, I left 'em in the room. How'd you know brought Nic-Nacs?" I
looked at her curly golden locks and smirked. I couldn't wait to
sculpt that hair.

"You're breath smelled like spearmint Nic-Nacs last night." She
shrugged throwing away her plate and leaving to the room.

I nodded, to myself, my breath did smell like spearmint Nic-Nacs last
night. Then i did a mental double takethat gave my brain whip-lash. If
she said what i hink she said, it meant she knew what had happend that
night! I tossed my plate in the trash and caught up with her in the
lobby.

"So you remember last night?" I said awkwardly.

"What?" she so convincingly looked at me like I was insane.

"You know..." I started but she just looked at me with a furrowed brow
and squinted eyes, "HAM-MAY!" I yelled at her waving my arms
dramatically over our heads.

"Spencer, you are wild, man!" Sam laughed hartily entering the
elevator. I just stood there and watched as the doors closed and she
bit her bottom lip and winked at me just as the doors shut.

I was too confused to know how to react to anything. So I kind of just
let my body do whatever it felt was right. I blushed when Sam winked
at me. And smiled like a little boy who just got a brand new bike from
Santa on Chistmas morning when i considered the fact that Sam might
have done all 'that' on purpose. And finally I collapsed in a lobby
chair unsure of what was actually happening in my world.

That was about a week ago, and since then I've traced my Sam-line
every night before bed, let the alarms go off in my head, that way i
know it was at least a little real. Because I don't think i want to
forget whatever that night was just yet.

There's a possiblity I'll never want to forget it, but I'll never
admit that.

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