CHAPTER 1:
It was early morning and the Shay loft was still, the only coherent sound was the rustling of grocery bags originating from the kitchen. Spencer basked in the comfort of his bed, listening to the muted crinkling of plastic as Carly unloaded birthday party necessities. Sam would turn eighteen in less than twenty-four hours, Spencer knew this all too well. It was the day he dreaded ever since he and Sam were introduced several years ago.
A sickening feeling arose in Spencer's abdomen as he left the peacefulness of the soft cushion beneath him and stood, entering a realm of defeat. In the past, any time Spencer had encountered an inappropriate thought of Sam, her age was always there to tame his wild imagination before it became overwhelming. There were legalities in place to prevent him from doing anything unethical. But now all of those roadblocks were about to be lifted, leaving Spencer with a clear path to tarnish the innocence of Samantha Puckett.
With a groan, Spencer made his way down the hall with sluggish ambition rubbing his eyes and his mind free of omniscience. When he entered the main level of the apartment Carly didn't waste any time demanding his assistance.
"Oh, you are home. Hurry up and put the rest of this junk food away," Carly scrambled.
"Well good morning to you too kid," Spencer retorted sarcastically as Carly plopped a full bag of groceries into Spencer's tired arms.
"I'm gonna call Sam and invite her over for birthday breakfast burritos. So make yourself useful. I don't want her here with all this stuff laying around," Carly ordered, motioning to the immense amount of bags scattered throughout the kitchen.
"Birthday breakfast burritos? Now, does it have to be my birthday-,"
"Yes, you can have one too," Carly sighed.
"Awesome!" Spencer exclaimed, raising a fist in triumph.
Carly picked up her phone and began to dial when the door swung open and Sam barged in.
"Where are my burritos?" Sam yelled anxiously, scanning the entire kitchen for her delicious birthday present.
"How did you- I was just about to- They're on the counter," Carly surrendered, bewildered and astounded.
But Spencer's thoughts were elsewhere as he watched Sam rush to the countertop and begin to devour the entire plate of Mexican cuisine.
"Mam, dis is a goof bureo," Sam mumbled, mouth still half full.
"I got 'em from that place 'Burritos BurritosBurritos' down the street. I was gonna make them myself but-"
"Noooo," Spencer and Sam chimed in simultaneously, looking at each other with relief.
"Hey, whats wrong with my cooking?" Carly furrowed her brow, questioning with angst.
"Na- Nothing. Right Sam?" Spencer nudged towards Carly, both eyebrows raised in attempt to get Sam to follow his lead.
But Sam didn't catch the hint, "Nothing. If you don't have any taste buds," She replied nonchalantly.
Spencer slumped over dramatically and dropped on to the couch.
"Hm," Carly grunted, lifting her chin up at Sam and stomping her way up the stairs with frustration.
"What'd I say?" Sam asked, plopping down next to Spencer and sprawling out across the couch.
Spencer could feel his throat close as Sam rested her feet on his lap. Her wiggling toes roamed dangerously close to his groin. Though, obviously uncomfortable with her position, Sam overlooked any overt sign of Spencer's struggle to keep his composure.
"Sooo, what did you get me?" Sam blurted out.
"Huh?"
Spencer was trying so hard to keep his mind off of Sam's wondering feet that her words fell on deaf ears.
"What did ya get me? You know, for my birthday," Sam poked Spencer's nose with her big toe, snapping him back to reality.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Well, you will just have to wait and see then, won't cha?" Spencer joked, tickling the underside of Sam's right foot.
"Hey, uncool!" Sam giggled, throwing both legs off his lap and lunging forward with a closed fist in one fell swoop.
But Spencer was quicker than Sam had expected, grabbing hold of her fist with an open palm and wrestling her back down on the couch.
Spencer was hovering closely over Sam as she squirmed to escape his possession. Sam struggled against his power. She managed to knock Spencer's arm out from under him, causing him to lose his leverage and collapse on top of her.
His body pressed hard against hers, rising and falling as they chuckled uncontrollably. Paralyzed with hysterics, the two of them remained intertwined until they were virtually crying with laughter.
Soon after their snickering subsided, Sam locked eyes with Spencer as he propped himself up onto an elbow. Spencer's heart dropped when he saw the intensity behind Sam's gaze. She was an adult now, she portrayed this through her sultry eyes. Spencer's body melted into Sam's as she looked up at him with desire and admiration. Sam bit her lower lip suggestively, sending Spencer's into a spiral of conflicting emotions.
Just as Sam extended a hand out to touch Spencer's chest, Spencer jerked away from her.
"I, I have to go now," he spoke abruptly.
"What? Where are you-," Sam leaned forward into a sitting position.
But it was too late, Spencer had vanished from the apartment. Leaving Sam abandoned.