Disclaimer: I don't own Sammy Keyes, Sammy Keyes belongs to the wonderful Wendelin Van Draanen

A/N: This story has been through an edit of spelling/grammatical mistakes. This summer it will be completely rewritten.

I was with Marissa, Dot, and Holly and we were at the mall. This new store called Hollister had just opened and Marissa was just dying to go inside. Me, not so much. One thing, I was afraid we'd run into Heather Acosta or worse… Casey. And the mall just isn't my thing. So we were heading to Hollister. I was walking backwards so I could listen to Marisa talk about something (I wasn't really listening) when smack! I ran into someone.

I quickly turned around to see who it was, but I turned away when I saw who it was. It was not him lying on the mall floor with a bloody nose

"Crap!" I said out loud, "Casey, are you okay"

I was afraid I'd hurt him. Everyone except me and Casey were laughing. I gave Casey my hand and help him up. He goes," Finally!"

"Sorry! Casey, I'm sorry!" I say.

"That's okay!" Casey tells me. Marissa had finally pulled Kleenex out of her purse and handed to him. I stutter out," You're not mad?"

"No, it was an accident." Casey told me. Why do I act so stupid around him? I asked myself, why?

"What are you guys doing here?" Casey asked.

"Marissa wanted to check out Hollister" I say.

"Oh," Casey says and then he comes over to me and… gives me a hug and whispers in my ear "It's no big deal, Sammy. I'm not Heather you know, I won't get mad over an accident" Then he gives me a kiss on the cheek and before I can say anything stupid he takes off.

"Sammy, earth to Sammy!" Marissa was yelling at me. I finally say," He wasn't mad at me."

"Well, duh he gave you a hug and kiss 'course he wasn't mad at you!"

"What?" I said my mind was full of Casey's Easter-egg eyes and my cheek was tingling like crazy. Casey ACOSTA just kissed my cheek.

"SAMMY! CASEY JUST KISSED YOU!" Marissa screamed.

The whole mall turned to look at us. I turned to look at Marissa, and who do you think was charging at me like a bull, of course the one and only….. Heather Acosta.

"What! He did not!" She grabs me by the shirt, "Missy's lying, right? Right?"

I replied, lamely," He wasn't mad at me!" Is it surprising that my mind was filled with Casey's Easter-egg eyes and his goofy smile? Heather had her fist raised like she was going to punch me, I ducked but the punch never came. Marissa, timid Marissa, had spun Heather around and was yelling at her.

"Leave Sammy alone, Casey kissed her cheek to show that he wasn't mad at her!" It was the fastest and loudest I'd heard Marissa talk. Marissa finally stopped and Heather, muttering under her breath, stormed off.

I'm still staring at Marissa like WOW!

"What, Sammy?"

"I just never saw you yell like that" I told her.

"Well, she made me mad!" Marissa said. Holly and Dot say, "Unlike Casey, he wasn't mad." They all started giggling. I just rolled my eyes.

"Stop it, you guys!" I said. So we continued to go to Hollister. Funny thing is I didn't find out till tomorrow who was watching us.

The next day, after sleeping in, eating Gram's oatmeal, and doing nothing, I boarded over to Hudson's. The whole time I was on the watch for Heather. I was also wondering if I should go talk to Casey or not. It was probably a good thing that it was summer for two more weeks; I could talk to him later.

I reached Hudson's porch

"Sammy, my friend, you look upset?"

"Not upset, puzzled." I told him and his alligator skin boots. He asked if I wanted something to eat and I said sure. Then who do I see, while Hudson's inside, walking up to the porch, the one and only …..Casey Acosta.

"Hey, Sammy! Nice job with Heather yesterday, I didn't think Marissa could yell that loud." He calls out to me, I was probably as red as a tomato when I said;" You saw all that?"

"Yeah and heard it too" he replied.

Hudson was back with brownies and milk. "Well, Hi, Casey." He says. This was only the third time Hudson had seen Casey.

"Hey, Hudson!" Casey is up sitting on the railing of Hudson's porch. Hudson offered each of us a brownie and we both took one.

"I don't know exactly why Heather got so freaked out yesterday. I guess she was just being Heather."

"Yeah probably." was Casey's reply.

"Did you hear everything yesterday?" I questioned him.

"Everything except what you said to Heather." he answered.

"Oh," I said stupidly

"I've got to go. See you Sammy" and he takes off down the sidewalk.

"See ya Casey!"

"Nice guy, I see why you like each other." Hudson says as soon as he's gone.

"HUDSON!" I scold,

"I've got to go before Grams starts to worry!"

"Okay, go ahead!" Hudson says. I wave goodbye and take off on my skate board towards the Senior Highrise.

I snuck up the fire escape.,

"Sammy! There you are I was starting to worry! Where were you?" Grams asked as I walked in the door.

"Hudson's" I replied.

"What do you want to eat?" Grams questioned. I thought wow, it's already 5: oo. I checked my watch. Yep, 5: oo exactly. I thought for a minute.

"I'm in the mood for something 'god-like'." I called to her.

"Mac-an-salsa it is then." Grams replied. I sat down on the couch, petting Dorito. I turned on the T.V. the only thing on was the 5: oo news (Grams never watched it anymore since Pretty Vegas was gone) so I left on the news, not really listening to it, just sitting there thinking. Casey saw (and heard) the whole thing yesterday. Man, I was screwed!

I heard the T.V. reporter say, "Ten of the most valuable items from the National History Museum were stolen last night. Police are investigating." This caught my eye and train of thought. I looked at the T.V, listening intently. The missing items appeared on the screen. "The police have not found any clues or leads and have a number of suspects at this moment. If you have any information call this number 1-800-INF-CRIME"

Since when does this happen in Santa Martina? Hello, I said to myself. Weird things always happen here, like dead cats in dumpsters or nuns stealing. But this still seemed odd. "Sammy, Come eat." Grams called from the kitchen. So I got up and went to the table to eat my god-like meal. I noticed that Grams had no food, "Grams, aren't you eating?"

"I'm going out." She said as she gathered her coat, put on her leather pumps and even some make-up.

"With who? I questioned.

"No one" she said really fast.

Hudson, I thought but I just said," Okay"

After she left and I had finished my god-like meal I decided I would go to the Pup Parlor and see what Holly was doing. She wasn't there. It was starting to get dark out. Should I go back to the Senior Highrise? I asked myself. Nah, Grams could call me on my new cell if she was home. I decided to call Marissa. Ring Ring Ring

"Hello Sammy?" came Marissa's answer.

"Hey, Marissa. Would you come to the Pup Parlor?"

"Sure, are you finally going to tell me about camp?" I better tell her I thought "Yeah!" I told her. "I'll be there in twenty minutes." Marissa told me eagerly.

Twenty minutes seemed quite long standing outside the Pup Parlor watching strange dogs come in and out. I'm surprised Brandon hadn't already told Marissa everything that happened at summer camp I thought to myself. She knew some stuff but not everything. So as soon as she got there at 6:30, she goes, "What happened? What happened!" so I started at the beginning. But the only part she seemed to notice was how Casey and I had kissed and that he got kidnapped and we had saved each other. I practically screamed at her, "Marissa! Don't tell anyone! Heather would freak if she found out!" Marissa puts up her hands,

"Alright! I won't tell anyone!"

"Now," I say to her calming down a bit, "did you hear about the museum robbery?"

"Yeah, but Sammy the police will figure it out! Why do you always worry about this stuff?" Marissa asked me

"I don't know! It's like you said trouble finds me." I replied

"But this trouble doesn't have to be your problem!" Marissa said. Darren Cole started playing. I answered my phone,

"Hello?"

"Sammy! Where are you?" Grams voice was full of worry.

"Marissa and I are at the Pup Parlor." I told her. I hadn't told Grams exactly everything from camp either.

"Okay, are you coming home anytime soon it's already 7:30?" Grams asked me.

"Yeah, I should be home by 8:00." I told her, "Bye, Grams."

"Bye, Sammy." Grams said.

I hung up. Marissa and I decided we'd go inside the Pup Parlor and talk to Meg and Vera. We went inside, I asked Meg,

"Where's Holly?"

"Vera thinks she's at the Humane Society." Meg says.

"Doesn't the Humane Society close at seven?" I asked her.

"Vera thinks it's open later in the summer."

"Oh" I say to Meg. I turn to Marissa and ask her, "Should we go to the Humane Society to see if she's there?"

"Okay, let's go, it's almost 8:00." So we took off, me on my skateboard, Marissa on her bike, little did we know what we would find.