Why? Why did my house have to be huge enough to fit 2 families? Why did my parents have to be friends with HIS? Most importantly though, why did the family have to be his? I know what your thinking, Sam Puckett, what are you ranting on about? I'm ranting on about how my enemy since the 6th grade, Is moving in with us. My parents exact words, when I expressed my disliking of him moving in were:

"Oh, it's only going to be 6 months,1 year at the most." They know I hate him. Hearing his name makes my blood boil. Now, I've met his parents. His parents are pretty cool. It actually makes me wonder how he turned out to be an arrogant ass. I guess they're lucky. You see when their house got burned down, all the stuff that was in their bed room, was already moved out. They were remodeling both rooms, replacing the walls or something like that. Honk. They were here. I walked down stairs, knowing I would be called down any moment, to help. I walked outside. I saw my parents already talking to his parents. Then there he was. He short brown hair with brown eyes. He had a black muscle shirt with plaid shorts on.

"Puckett." He said.

"Benson." I shot back. My parents looked at me with the please- be-nice-look. I sighed.

"Sam, sweety, why don't you help Freddie with his stuff. She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and gave me a do. it. DO IT NOW. look. I sighed, I grabbed a box that had scratchy writing that said Freddie on it. He grabbed a box too. I bet you can't guess where his room is. ... If you guessed next to mine, your right! What makes it worse though, is that the bathroom in my room is connected to his. Joy. Not. When I got in his room, I plopped the box on the ground.

"What's in here, your barbie doll collection?" I asked

" Ha ha, funny. No, just some stuff." He glared, I glared back. We went back down stairs. Grabbed more boxes. When we finished I was all sweaty.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Freddie and I said at once. We glared at each other.

"Um, well i'm taking on first." I said.

"Nah, I think I will." He said

"No i'm all sweaty, come on!" I whined

"So am I." He said. We glared at each other more.

"What ever happened to ladies first?"

"When I see one, I'll let them go first."

"I. am. a. girl." I said through clenched teeth.

"Really, SAM."

"Sam, is a girl's name too!." Really it was. Maybe not one of the most common girl's name but it is.

"Oh yeah, because a lot of girls are named.…"

"Freddie!" His mom, Marissa interrupted. She had her brown hair tied up in a bun. My mom glared at me too.

"Freddie , hun, how about you get situated first, then you can relax." Marissa said.

"Only if you want." my mom cut in. I could tell by the look his mom gave him, that he had to do what she said.

"Fine." He mumbled. We both walked upstairs. I walked in the bathroom and started the shower. I threw my clothes in the hamper. It kinda felt awkward. Me being fully unclothed with him in then next room. The door has no lock either. I hopped in the shower. I started subconsciously humming. When I was practically done. I stood there for a minute. The water felt good on my back. I was so into my own world that I didn't hear the door open, or the sneak walking. I did however, hear the toilet flush, and a snicker. The water turned ice cold and I gave out a squeal. Thank god I was done.

"Pay back's a bitch." he said then shut his door. I turned off the water and then wrapped a towel around my body. I marched in to his room.

"What the hell!" I shrieked.

"Your shower probably would of been untouched if I was relaxing you know. I relax after taking showers. Just thought you should know that." He smirked. I just gave out a huge sigh. I looked at the clock. Seven P.M. He got here around 4:30. It hasn't been here that long and I was already annoyed. How the hell am I gonna last 6 months to a year. I went to my room and shut the door. I got my pajamas on and then put my hair in a sloppy pony tail. I walked into the bathroom and did my moisturizing routine. Out of habit, I didn't close the door when I walked out. I was tired. As hell to be exact. He had some really heavy stuff. Plus, since You have to wait several minutes to wash off the mask, I didn't go lay down until 8:10. I laid down, and started listening to my I-pod. I slowly drifted to sleep. Around ten, there was a knocking on my door. I groaned.

"Puckett, your mom says, she wants her movie back." I groaned and turned the other way. I faintly heard a voice say, "Just go ahead in her room and get it for me." I heard my door open. It was silent except for the slight shuffling noise. It was really dark, but then again this was the country side of the Seattle. I then heard a loud bang. I shot right up. Freddie was rubbing his knee. He hit it on my desk.

"Be careful!" I hissed.

"Sorry, but it's to damn dark in here." Oh no. He shuffled to the light switch and flipped it on. The light shot through the room. I saw him smirk. I laid back down and went under the blankets. He laughed as I heard my dvd player open and close.

"Your an ass, you know that." I said annoyed.

"Only for you." He replied. I got out from under the covers and I threw the twitlit (Twilight) book on the nightstand at him. He dodged it, then laughed as he exited my room. He didn't even turn the light off. I groaned. I got up and turned it off and went back to sleep.

A/N so no offence to any girl named Sam. I am very aware that Sam is a common girl name. This is just another story I've written but I've changed the name.

Original:

Marissa Tracy

Freddie Tyler

Sam Dylan