I Won't Be Seventeen Forever

This story is a simultaneous-multi-plot fic. The pairings range from Spam, Meleddie, Carby, Marly, Creddie, and Gram (not in that particular order. Don't knock it until you try it. Some of these are just one-sided though I won't tell you which. Please review!

Spencer's POV - the party

Everything was different since the night we kissed. She already had a boyfriend, but that wasn't the case in this situation. She and I kissed, and a spark set in. I didn't want to kiss her, well I did, but I knew I shouldn't. Yet, we managed to let ourselves get caught in a closet and kiss for what must've been an hour. Then she said something to me that would change everything. Her breath smelled strongly of alcohol, but that didn't matter then. She said, "I know I'm just a teenager..." I kept trying to catch my breath, "but, I'm old enough to know you were who I was after all along..."

"But Sa-" I tried to interrupt her.

"I won't be seventeen forever, though... would you wait for me?"

Now I can't even believe that she said that. I mumbled something that was supposed to mean "yes" and we left it at that. She left to go back to her boyfriend, and I went to my room o do this. Sculpt. I sculpted something that looked like a big wad of trash. Really, it was a ten foot tall wad of trash. Smiling proudly at my work - and having cleared my head, I decided I ought to go downstairs and supervise the party that I had just realized must have had alcohol.

Sure enough, there was chaos. There were boys going around flashing girls. Girls giggling and spilling there drinks on them. Gibby had his shirt off - which wasn't abnormal. But my sister had her hands all over him... ew... but I didn't have any way of stopping them. Well, couples were kissing - whether heterosexual or not. The music was loud and the place was a mess.

I looked around for Sam. There she was teasing her boyfriend Griffin with her finger before sticking it in his mouth and letting him slurp it up. I knew I never liked that guy. They were laughing and kissing and having the time of their lives. If she were just a year older, that could've been me. Then he kneels on the ground - on one knee - and holds up a box to her face. Next they are making out, so I suppose she said yes. Griffin Roy had just proposed to Sam Puckett. The very same Sam Puckett that I was just promised to. The very same Sam Puckett that had asked me to wait for her.

That was the day I decided I hated teenagers and parties... and alcohol...

Okay, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. Not at that moment, but it would. I grab the air horn and blast it as loud as I could possibly blow it. I yanked the stereo out of the wall and pulled my sister away from the shirtless male prostitute mentioned before. Carly kicked, but I was not to be stirred. "EVERYBODY CALL YOUR PARENTS AND GET OUT!" Everyone left except Sam, Carly, and Freddie - who happened to be unconscious on the couch. "What happened to him..." I mutter.

"Melanie, beer." Sam shrugged. Hearing her voice made me cringe.

Carly stretched and yawned, "Now that the fun is done, I'm really tired. You coming, Sam?"

"Yeah, just a sec," Sam nodded as Carly swayed her way into the elevator. Something tells me I am never going to be allowed to have children over ever again. Soon as the door closed, Sam smirked at me and wrapped her arms around my neck - only a slight reach for her now. "Now," she says, standing on her toes, "we can get back to this..." She places her wet lips onto mine. I can taste the creep that had her - and has her!

"Sam..." I moan, "stop..." She thinks I'm joking, but I pull away. "What about Griffin?"

"What about him?" She asks giving me short kisses in between words.

"But he-"

She slams her lips violently into mine, and I almost trip - choking on my words. "He's not here, but you are," she creeps her hands up my chest.

I groan in complaint of how I can't resist her. "Well, what about Freddie?" I finally say, "He could wake up!"

As much as she hated to admit it Sam, did have her feelings for Freddie. "He's out for the night," she says with a cool glance at the boy on the couch, "Would you rather us take this somewhere more private? Say, the bedroom?" There's lust in her voice, but it's not real.

I would have to confront her eventually, but I push her away, "No, Carly's waiting for you..."

Saying no was one of the hardest things I have ever done...

Sam's POV

My mind was soaring as he kneeled down on one knee. Spencer was proposing to me, and it was so romantic! I thought he told me he would wait for me, but now this? It was so fast, but I couldn't help but scream, "YES!" even though I couldn't hear anything over the blaring music. Then we kissed and my vision began to blur. He started to run his hands up my skirt and I immediately deepened the kiss with my tongue.

Then I fell to the floor and he looked down at me worriedly. "Sam? Are you okay?"

"Oh, Spencer, I'm wonderful..." I say drowsily.

"Let me get you a cold towel," and he leaves me to retrieve the tools to help me. This is why I'm marrying him - because he cares for me more than just my pretty face and wonderful body.

Everyone is gone when I sit up. Carly helps me up and mumbles something before heading upstairs. Then there's Spencer standing there authoritatively and I smirk at him. But when I kiss him, something's different than before. He seems hesitant and pushes me away finally saying, "No, Carly's waiting for you..." before sending me upstairs.

First fic, how good? Is it good or bad? :-/ This is just the prologue btw