A/N: YAY FINALLY! got this idea from when I moved house a couple weeks ago.

1. Moving out.

Sam's P.O.V

I slid my thumb across the touch screen, turning the volume on my pearpod to the highest level. The awesome Guitar Solo in one of Cuttlefish's oldest but greatest songs blasted through my earphones, making my head literally buzz. I shut my eyes and let the intensity of the song take me away from my surroundings, letting me be just Sam, the way I want to be.

I try to concentrate solely on the rhythm and powerfulness of the tune but an annoying grudge inside me making me sense my Mothers fist repeatedly colliding on my bedroom door. I remove my earphones just to check if the grudge was right.

"Samantha *bang* Puckett *bang* you *bang* open *bang* this *bang* door *bang* right *bang* now!" It was.

I sigh and return the earphones to my ears, once again closing my eyes. I use the time through the three-minute solo to evaluate my situation.

So my Moms mad at me because I have a bad attitude and disapprove of her tendencies to stroll around in the house wearing bikini's (which she shouldn't at her age), wearing gross perfume and dating losers. She's off her nut...almost as bad as Freddie's mom...but differently. My mom thinks she's eighteen.

What I would love is if it were possible for my mom to be half the woman she is right now. I like smashing the T.V with her, and eating fat cakes and pranking the neighbors. Why can't she just be cool without being...desperate. And if she's gonna be desperate for a guy can't she at least shave her underarms! urhh, makes me shudder just thinking about it, no wonder she only attracts losers.

The song ends and I once again remove my earphones. Silence. I let out a weary sigh and switch off my pearpod. My phone vibrates on my bedside table, notifying me that I have a new message.

*From:Mom

8:47pm

I'm sick of your attitude. You should take a good look at Melanie. She never complains.

I scrunch up my face in disgust. Melanie! If she was ever here she would moan more than me! But she only sees the prissy side of mom, the mom who does all the girly chizz. She doesn't see the end results of their shopping sprees. She doesn't see the Thirty-eight-year-old who struts around half naked smelling like cat pee and baring her sweaty jungle-like armpits to the world! heh, Melanie.

*To: Mom

8:49pm

Mels never here. shes lucky.

*From:Mom

8:50pm

You better buck your idea's up Sam. you're eighteen, If Mels so lucky you go get some qualifications and go to college!

*To:Mom

8:52pm

Umm, I am going to college I've been accepted into the one down the road from Ridgeway!

Ughh does she not pay attention to my life!

*From:Mom

8:54pm

Tough luck then. No dorms there for you, you're stuck here with me...lose the attitude.

I scream into my pillow and throw my phone against the wall...she irks me.

the next day

"LEWBERT" I yell at the crazed door man.

"WHAT" he screams back as he stands up behind his desk.

"I want to buy an apartment" I say confidently, slamming both my hands onto the front desk. Lewbert makes a series of various grunts and moans as he marches into the backroom, obviously displeased I would be spending all of my time here...not that I don't spend most of my day here anyway.

In the time he took to get me whatever I need to get an apartment I texted my mom to tell her I'm moving out, She didn't text back but hey, It's half twelve she's probably still asleep.

Lewbert emerges, tossing a folder at me listing the vacant apartments and their prices. I opened the cover and peered at the first apartment, my jaw dropped. I flicked through every single apartment, my heart sank. They're way to expensive, even rent.

"WELL" He screamed impatiently slumping his body forward as he did so. "WHAT ONE DO YOU WANT!" He croaked. I glared at him and shoved the folder towards him before running up the steps three at a time.

I got to the eighth floor, between 8D and 8C. Then I stopped in my tracks. What am I going to do now? I can't go back home but I want to live in this building. And I can't live with the Shay's, there's no room and It wouldn't be fair on Spence...I do somewhat feel consideration for the man's personal space. no, I can't live there.

I shrug and enter 8D, maybe my mom hasn't got the text yet, and maybe she'll apologize and be normal and I can stay at home. HAH like she'd be normal!

"Oh hey Sam" Carly chimed from her seat in front of the computer as she continued rubbing a towel on her damp hair, hinting to me that she just had a shower. I give her a small wave and plop myself down on their couch, switching Seattle Beat on the T.V. Spencer jogged in from his bedroom and slowed to a stop when he spotted me.

"Ahh, Sam what brings you here on this fine Monday afternoon?" Spence asked, just as up-beat as Carly. Just then a text came through on my cell and I read it as I answered.

"meh you know, just needed somewhere to chill." I said slowly as I simultaneously read the reply my mom gave me telling me she was glad I was being grown up and jump starting my life. I jammed my cell back into my pocket and looked up at Carly and Spencers quizzingly expressions.

"Um guys can I stay over tonight?" I asked. They both nodded, expressions softening. Carly walked over and sat next to me on the couch.

"You okay?" she said just quiet enough so Spencer wouldn't hear, not that he was listening anyway, as I looked over to him before I answered to check and saw that he was stuffing pine combs into a pillowcase. one of the most normal things you will ever see Spence do.

"Just had an argument with my mom, same ol' same ol'" I said half reassuringly. It's not too out of the ordinary for me and my mom to fight so Carly returned a smile and went back to whatever she was doing before on the desktop.

I sighed. Now I have to face a real dilemma. Tomorrow I've got to find an apartment, or face humiliation by going back home. Sam Puckett does not do humiliation.