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Beautiful Disaster
Spencer Shay stared at the blank canvas before him. Lately he had no inspiration for his art. No sculptures, no paintings, nothing. For months he'd been so uninspired that he wondered if he had made a mistake not finishing law school like his father had wanted. Col. Steven Shay, who was stationed in a submarine as Officer in the U.S. Air Force, still didn't know Spencer had dropped out. He just never had the nerve to tell him. But this was the first time Spencer had ever questioned his decision to become an artist.
He stumbled out of his room and into the living area where he plopped down on the couch and stared at the blank screen of the television set. Maybe if he looked at it long enough he would get an idea. He could only hope.
The door of the loft swung open and Carly and Sam walked in, tossing their book bags to the floor.
"Hey Spence," Carly said, not commenting on the fact that the TV wasn't on. She knew he was having a hard time with his art work and she knew that somehow he thought doing such things would help him. "No ideas for a painting yet?"
Spencer stood, turned to her and shrugged, "No." He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. "How was school?"
Sam made a gagging sound. This was her usual response to the usual school related questions Spencer asked.
"Don't listen to Sam." Carly chuckled. "It was great! We've almost got all the planning for Prom finished! Actually, that s what I wanted to talk to you about." Carly shed her jacket and hung it on the coat rack while Sam disappeared in the kitchen.
Spencer crossed his arms over his chest. Sure, what is is?
"Will you go as a Chaperone?"
"Uh... I... I don't know Carly, I have something planned with Socko, and-"
"Sam already said you would."
Spencer shrugged and made a face.
Sorry, Spence, Sam said, over the kitchen counter. You re the only cool guardian at Ridgeway! Everyone even says that.
Spencer's face lit up in a grin, "So the kids think I'm cool, do they?"
Carly playfully gave her brother a punch in the arm, "So will ya?"
"Sure, I guess I could cancel my evening with Socko and his grandma... But do I gotta wear something fancy?"
Sam walked around the counter with a chicken leg in hand, "No, handsome, you can wear whatever you want!"
"Sam!" Carly scolded, "Don't tell him that! He'll want to go in his boxers!"
Sam took another bite off the chicken leg, "Yeah, so? Who doesn't like a grown man in yellow ducky-covered boxers?"
Spencer laughed. "You're both right!"
"No, Spencer, you actually have to get dressed up."
"Fine." He wasn't happy about this. Maybe you'll meet a single mom there! Spencer thought to himself. This was a good thing to look forward to.
"Eh, don't worry, Spence. Carly says I have to wear a dress and heals!" Sam made a face at her best friend. She was not one who enjoyed looking girly; it was too much work.
"Knock, knock!" Freddie didn't wait for anybody to answer the door, he just walked on in. "Hey Carls!" He gave her a smile and kissed her cheek, then glanced at Sam and grimaced, "Sam."
"Fredweird." Sam took a sip of her iced tea. She had no idea why on earth Carly would consider dating Freddie again. He was a weird-o. A techno-nerd. But somehow Carly thought he was 'perfect' and had, after Freddie having a crush on her since sixth grade, fallen in love with him after he pushed her from an on-coming Taco truck and saved her life.
"Hey Spencer!" Freddie waved at him in the kitchen.
"Hey Freddie." Spencer was too busy to look up, too busy to wave. Too busy doing nothing.
"What's up with him?" Freddie asked Carly, his hand on her back.
"He's got what he calls 'A Creativity Block'. Basically, he's uninspired and can't get into his art-work." Carly half smiled, half frowned.
"Poor guy," Sam said, taking another drink of her tea. "Is there anything we can do to help him?"
"I don't think so. He's just got to get his groove back, that's all." Carly motioned Sam and Freddie to lean in closer so Spencer wouldn't hear her next words, "I think he's tired of doing wacky projects but he doesn't know how to jump from that to mature stuff."
Sam looked back at Spencer and grinned, "Awe, our little Spence is growing up!"
Spencer sat on the edge of his bed and tied his shoes. He was wearing his tweed jacket with bright orange buttons, and had paired it with his best jeans and orange socks from Socko to 'tie everything together'. He stood and decided to see if Carly was ready to pick up Sam yet.
When he stepped foot in the living room Carly shrieked and said, "Spencer! No, no. ...No, no. You cannot wear that to my Prom." She grabbed him by the arm and led him back into his room. She rummaged around in his closet until she found a grey suit jacket and pants set. "Here," Carly said, tossing them at her bother. "Put those on." Soon she found a black button down shirt and black dress shoes from their great-grandmother's funeral. "These too." But it took her a while to find a black pair of nylon men s dress socks because of all the 'Socko' socks. "Finally!" she said, triumphantly holding up the pair she was searching for. "Now, leave the top couple of buttons undone on your shirt, I can't find a tie so that'll have to do. Please, get ready quickly. We have to leave in fifteen minutes!"
With that Carly rushed out of her room closing the door behind her.
"Well!" Spencer huffed. He was half frustrated at Carly, but really, did he expect her to approve of such an outfit for her school Prom?
Thirty minutes later Spencer pulled into the Puckett's driveway and honked the horn. Carly and Freddie were in the back seat holding hands and making goofy faces at each other. Young love. Spencer was amused. He could remember his first love and how they used to act just like that. If only he knew back then how silly he looked...
"You really should go to the door and help her to the car, Spence. You're practically her date." Freddie said smirking.
"Ah! I'll help her to the car, Benson, but I'm nobody's Prom date!" Spencer got out of the car and walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Pam Puckett answered the door with a house coat on and rollers in her hair.
"Aren't you a little old to be going to Prom, sonny?"
"Uhh..." Before Spencer had time to answer, Sam pushed her mother out of her way.
"Ma, stop it! Carly probably just sent him up here to help me to the car in these heals," she looked at Spencer "which I can well do on my own!"
Spencer put his hands up, surrendering. "Oh I know... but let's humor them." he winked at the blonde who, surprisingly, blushed. Spencer held out his arm half expecting Sam to glare at him and make some awful remark about not needing a man's help... but instead she took it and smiled. When she stepped out into the crimson evening sun Spencer caught his first glimpse of Sam's ensemble. His mouth went dry and his heart pounded against his chest. Sam was beautiful, no doubt. Her black dress fit tightly to the top half of her thin body and flowed out in grace descending loosely from her hips until it reached its destination dragging the ground. "Sam," he spoke her name in pure awe.
"Yes?"
She looked up at him, her straight blonde hair blowing gently in the light breeze. Spencer tore his gaze away from her radiant blue/green eyes... something he'd never noticed about her. "Uh, you... you..."
"I what?" Sam's smirk grew wider across her face.
"You... look... b-beautiful tonight." He breathed the words as if they were his last.
"Thank you, Spence! You don't look so bad yourself. Did Carly pick that out?"
Suddenly Spencer wished he would have dressed himself. He was embarrassed, "Uhm, yeah." he felt his cheeks burn when she smiled as him.
They reached the car and Spencer opened the door. He waited by the side until Sam nodded for him to shut it. He hopped in the driver s seat and glanced in the rear-view mirror. Another look at Sam and he knew this night had changed something between them... at least for him it did.
Music boomed loudly throughout the entire evening. This is the time Spencer would mingle with the single mothers and get a couple of desperate woman to dance with him... but tonight he had no interest in such things. His eyes followed Sam around the room. She danced with several young men but none of them held her attention for very long until she was moving on to someone else. He'd last seen Carly dancing with Freddie, who was obviously having the time of his life. But how could he concentrate on his sister when Sam held his mind captive. He found himself thinking about her as what she really was. To Spencer she had aged over night. The last time he saw her, she was Carly's best friend... and now? Now, she was more than that him. Exactly how, he didn't know. Stop it Spencer! He yelled at himself between the walls of his secure thoughts. What's your deal? She's eighteen! You're thirty-one for goodness sake! Thinking about Sam in that way is sick. But Spencer didn't listen to his mind. Instead he watched Sam sway to the beat of the music.
Sam tried to keep her eyes on the guy she was dancing with but knowing Spencer had his eyes on her made that very difficult. She knew she'd caught him off guard in this dress, which had been her goal, but she didn't think he'd stare at her the entire night. She apologized to her dance partner and stepped off the dance floor to make her way to the refreshments table right by Spencer.
"Hey," she said nonchalantly without looking in his direction. This was hard to do without blushing for she could feel the ray of his hazel eyes scan her silky-black material covered body. Taking a drink of punch she finally turned to the tall man beside her.
"You don't look like you're having much fun out there." Spencer stepped closer to the table and reached in front of her to retrieve a cup.
"Nah. None of those goofs know how to dance." Sam tipped the cup back to receive the last of her punch. With that out of the way she had nothing more to do than to grab a pastry from the donut tray. As soon as she bit into the pastry, strawberry goo squirted down her chin. "Awh man!" she quickly chewed and swallowed the bite in her mouth then reached for a napkin.
"Hold still," Spencer said with a napkin already in hand. He took her chin and held her in one spot, slowly, gently whipping away the jam from her skin. "There you go," he said softly, still looking at her. Before he knew it his gaze had lifted and settled on her lips. They were slightly glossed and would probably taste like some kind of tropical fruit. Knock it off, Spencer! He ordered himself. Staring at her like this is completely inappropriate.
Suddenly, much to Sam's dismay, another young man by the name of Mitch Daniels came up to her and asked her to dance. Spencer being the gentleman he is gestured the guy to have himself a grand 'ole time as he stepped away from them both.
Surely you aren't jealous, Shay... Spencer gulped hard. He was jealous. Jealous of a measly eighteen year old punk kid with his arms wound tightly around Sam. That's MY Sam! He thought mean things about that kid until he realized what he was thinking. No... she doesn't belong to me. She sees me as her older brother. I'm just Carly's brother. That's all I am... that's all I'll ever be. Spencer went on sulking to himself until he realized Mr. Jerk-That-Had-Sam's-Attention was leading her out the double doors of the auditorium. Being the Chaperone of Sam he assumed that meant following her if she left the room with a terrible guy, right? Well to Spencer it did.
:-[next scene]-:
"Come on Sam! Let's ditch this place and find somewhere we can be alone. I've seen you looking at me all night long... don't try to hide your feelings." Mitch Daniels basically gave Sam no choice with his hand firmly around her wrist.
"Let go of me, you jerk!" Sam tried pulling her hand from his grasp but found he was stronger than her. This never happened to her... Sam Puckett was being taken down by a guy. She almost thought about screaming for help but decided against that when she realized Mitch could pull her into any closet with him and hold her there until the coast was clear. Sam knew what Mitch was up to but she didn't want any part of it. "Mitch, let me go!"
"No. You're too pretty to go home alone on Prom night. You and I are going to have a good time and then I'll drive you home. Plain and simple."
"No!" Sam pulled and pulled but Mitch was just too strong.
"Get your hands off of Sam right now." Spencer cut in front of Mitch with his hands on his hips. His face was stern, his tone nearly threatening.
"Spencer!" Sam felt tears sting her eyes; she'd never been so happy to see Spencer in all her life.
"And if I don't?" Mitch had stopped pulling Sam but had no obvious intentions of letting her loose.
"Then I'll call your Mother, the Principal, the police department... anything I have to do. Now, let her go or I'll have to take this to the next level."
Sam was shocked at Spencer for being so tough. And even more shocked when Mitch let go of her hand and took off running down the hallway. She hadn't realized she'd been resisting Mitch so much until she found herself on the floor after he'd turned loose of her.
"Here, let me help you." Spencer crouched down and held out his hand.
"Thank you for saving me, Spence. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't showed up right then." Sam reached out and took his hand. Once she was on her feet again she brushed herself off and finger-combed her hair to tame it.
"No problem, kiddo. What are Chaperones for?" he grinned at her but soon the smile left his face when he saw the dark streak of mascara stream down Sam's cheek. He opened his arms and welcomed her to cry into his chest.
"I've never, ever been overpowered by a guy before. I was so scared." Sobs escaped Sam as she gripped tightly to Spencer's suit jacket.
"It's okay... go ahead and let it all out." Spencer's heart broke for her. Where jealousy had hidden deep within him for what Mitch had with Sam was now replaced with a sour stomach for what he wanted to do to her. I'll kill him if he ever tries that again... or anyone for that matter. Nobody lays a hand on my Sammy! Spencer stroked Sam's hair and tried to calm her with words like, "It's okay now." and "He'll never do that again, I promise."
Minutes of this passed until Sam's sobs quieted down. She leaned back and a small smile touch her mouth.
"Would you like me to take you back to the loft? I can stay with you if you want." He knew she wouldn't want to go to her own home.
Sam shook her head, "No, Carly and Freddie are having a great time. I'll just hang with you by the refreshments table if you don't mind."
Spencer had no napkins on him this time so he took his thumb and ran it along all the places where tears had once fallen. Here he was again, touching her soft skin. Only this time he wanted to protect her from all that was wrong in the world... like the minds of teenage boys. He knew what he'd do if someone ever tried that with Carly but he always saw Sam as a strong, independent girl who didn't need help from anyone... now he'd witnessed her struggle under the strong will of an idiot, and then she did the unthinkable... cried in his arms. "No, I'll get someone to stay with Carly and Freddie until they're ready to go home. You need to get outta here. I'll take you back to the loft and you can stay the night with Carls if you want."
Sam was tired of fighting. She was still holding on to Spencer and simply nodded against his chest.