HEY, THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC, SO PLEASE GIVE ME SOME HONEST ADVICE, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING HERE, ALL CHARACTERS (SO FAR) BELONG TO WENDALIN VAN DRANNEN. THE SONG IN THE FLASHBACK "YOUR LOVE IS A SONG" IS SUNG BY SWITCHFOOT, I DON'T OWN IT, AND I DON'T KNOW WHO DOS, BUT I DON'T. ENJOY AND PLEASE REVEIW!

Chapter 1: I notice strange and weird things in my boyfriend's behavior

Sammy's prov.

I'm not really one to, ah, swoon in a guys presence, but when ever I'm near Casey Acosta I just feel like my heart is floating away, right along with my stomach and my pride. It's not like anyone'sever going to find that out though, to poetic to sound like me. Then again, with the right amount of sarcasm it might work. Even though we have been dating for 9 years now (we started to when I went into 8th grade, and now I'm in my last few days of collage) I still can't believe that I got this lucky. Then again, there has been that small issue of us being almost related as well as her freaky-psycho- orange-haired-witch-sister. Not to mention that in every book I put myself into generally illegal and life threatening positions, that have nearly gotten us both killed.

Some how our complicated relationship has survived all of that though, and my life is perfect. I live with my insanely gorgeous and unbelievably perfect boyfriend, I'm graduating collage with a fabulous future ahead of me. I'm still friends with Marisa, Dot, Holly, and Cricket, not to mention a few new people. Mine and Casey's relationship was going smoothly, or at least it was, until this morning.

I had woken up to find the bed empty, which was weird because I was usually always the first to wake up. I went down stairs to the kitchen of our small house in the suburbs, and was surprised to see Casey cooking. Don't get me wrong, there's no way in hell that I could cook anything partly decent that isn't a "just add water" recipe, but in the morning we just make do with cereal and toast. He seemed… distracted. I'm not sure what may have happened during the 9 hr. since I last spoke to him, but he was sort of zoning out. (it's not that long, I'm just a late sleeper.)

"hey," I said sleepily.

"good morning, Sam," he said, using my very much hated nickname (ANYONE ELSE calls me that and they are hurt, I'm not a freaking guy!), his face lighting up when he saw me.

Damn eyes, damn eyes, damn eyes! Nine years and they still leave me speechless. He's learned to except my brief moments of dreamy silence, even though he doesn't understand them. (and he hopefully never will)

I smile ruefully and then ask the obvious question,

"Why are you cooking?"

"Because, my dear, I wanted to surprise you."

"Oh, OK... That's nice... but don't call me 'my dear' it makes me feel old."

"of course dear."

"shut up," I said irritably, but smiling all the same

"Sammy?"

"Yes?"

"Do You love me?"

I HAVE A DAMN FLASHBACK

YOUR LOVE IS A SYMPHANY'

ALL AROUND ME,

RUNNING THROUGH ME,

YOUR LOVE IS A MELODY,

UNDERNEATH ME,

RUNNING TO ME-

"Sammy?" Casey Had said questioningly.

"Yes?"

"I love you,"

"I love you, too."

Marisa wouldn't shut up for weeks! It took all my strength to not strangle her.

That was Caseys junior prom.

MY DAMN FLASHBACK ENDS.

"Casey, of course I love you."

He gave a small smile, but didn't look completely satisfied.