* A/N Please don't flame me! I am not very experienced. I just really adore Sam and Cat and wish it didn't end so abruptly, So I decided to write fanfiction to see where their relationship goes ;) It might get a little graphic and may explore some darker themes.*
Sams POV
It's been exactly 3 months, 30 days, and 10 hours since I moved in with Cat Valentine. How do I know this down to the hour you ask? Well, right now I'm in the middle of a conversation with the redhead about it. Actually, It's not a conversation just her babbling and me pretending to listen. At first, I was trying to understand but I lost her rather quickly. Usually, I would have told her to shut up by now but I couldn't stop staring at her. Wow, I can't believe I have been living with her for almost 4 months now sure she's a little spacy and is always happy and doctors have diagnosed her with ADHD and I suspect possibly Bipolar disorder but she won't tell me. In my head, I don't think that's the only reason she's always happy. She is hiding something, I just don't know what or how to find out. While studying her face I try to break her. Break her joy-filled eyes and her ear to ear grin and her head which I now realize is in the shape of a pear I lightly giggle at that for some reason. I try to break past all that and find pain or sadness in her but to no avail, the only thing I got from staring at her was how cute she is. Wait did I, Mean tomboy Sam Pucket think a girl was cute?
"And that's why reptile calendars sell better than bird calendars," She says joyfully.
"Wow, that sure is interesting kitty," I Say sarcastically. She doesn't realize and giggles when I use one of her pet names. I don't know why I call her kitty maybe just to hear her adorable laugh.
I walk over to the fridge and grab a piece of cold chicken when Cat says
" What are we gonna do for our four-month anniversary tomorrow?"
My heart jumped for a moment she just said that like we're dating. I feel a blush start to creep up on my face I quickly cover up by being Sam Pucket.
"We're not a couple!" I snap at her.
"So?" she asks completely innocent as always.
"So! Friends don't do anniversaries only couples do that, It's weird if we had an anniversary people would think we were dating" I explain to her. Her head drops and her eyes turn glossy. Please don't cry I think.
"You're ashamed of me, embarrassed by me, aren't you?" she says in a joyless low monotone voice that I've rarely heard her use. I try to think of something to say, but she's already gone I hear the bedroom door lock and I'm left with her voice replaying in my head.
A/N Sorry for the short chapter I'm just not sure if anyone will want a story about Sam and cat. I'm not sure if I will continue if you want me to continue please comment so. Well time to sleep for 16 hours bye.