To me he was always a hero.
No one else would have thought it at first, they all saw him as a loser. The kind of person you would would bully and pick on. They all treated him so badly, yet when they saw who he really is, everyone forgot who they made him up to be.
At the start, everything was going fine. Everyone was being friendly to us, Tucker was busy with all important Mayor things, but managed to stay in contact with us and meet regularly so that we would still be the trio we always was. But things change. People change.
He started to get more and more popular as time went on. The more people he saved, the more appreciation he would get. I mean its what he's always wanted, to be appreciated for the things he would do. The business with his Dad was going really well, and he was getting more and more busier. We made it work, we would always try to have date nights on Fridays, letting Maddie and Jack take over for the night with the help from Jazz. We always made Friday nights our nights.
Then suddenly one night, fighting a ghost was more important to him then even showing up to the movies. I always understood if he was late or had gotten caught up in something, but he never skipped a date before. Ever.
From that day onwards, he would cancel dates, turn up extremely late and not think anything of it, nothing was fine. At one point, I came close to breaking it off as it wasn't working the way we both wanted it.
In fact, I remember that day as if it was yesterday. The air was crisp, i was taking a walk around a few blocks to clear my mind. Cold air rushed through my body, sending shivers across my spine. I tugged the jacket closer to me, trying to trap in any heat that was escaping rapidly my body. Not really having an intended destination set, I found myself outside the house I once used to spend endless nights at. A draw full of my clothes still there, in his room. Walking up to the door, I lightly tap on it, not expecting anyone to be awake.
To my surprise, the halfa stood quietly, behind the door, half asleep. Hair ruffled, clearly showing he had gotten out of bed to answer the door.
His voice I always found so enchanting, consumed me and he softly whispers to me.
"Oh my Sammy"
Suddenly his warm chiseled body embraced my petit figure, warming me up from the cool crisp air.
I felt the tears running down my face as I wrap myself up in him, and in that moment I knew everything would be alright, we'd get through this like we always do.
So basically, that was the first story I've done in a while, because last story I posted up, it got removed and it put me off writing at all. Anyway I'm not sure if I will be doing stories often or just here and there, but hope you enjoy. Also, if there is any mistakes sorry, I'm using Pages on a Mac, and it only has spelling corrections, not really grammar or anything and I haven't proof read it like I probably should… Anyway enjoy! — Black Angel