Thanks for all the great reviews guy! Since you guys seemed to like the idea of seeing what happened with the rest of the group.. I caved. This was meant to be a oneshot, but I'm turning into more than that. Don't worry, it won't make my updates on "Raising Dasey" slack :)

Enjoy & review!

xxoo,Bee.

Pictures Of You

As the rest of the group started out the door, Sam had to hurry to catch up with Hannah, who had made it visibly clear that she wanted nothing to do with him. He knew why in all honesty. She was a goth, he was a jock, and though he was not shallow, and not stereotypical, he was a teenager. Their cliques did not mesh together, and for that he was sorry, but with three months left in high school, what much could he do?

"Hannah, wait up!" he called after her, she stopped quickly, turning around to look at him.

"It says tell your partner something personal," she growled, "Bennett" she glared, watching as a confused look crept up on his face, "thats my last name" and in a huff, she was off on her feet again.

"Just wait up okay" he called after her again, mentally curing Derek for being his best friend, though it wasn't entirely his fault, he was pretty sure the 'Montana?' comment didn't help the situation one bit. He followed behind her through the hallways, until she finally ended up sitting in the school library, even it was completely silent. When he came towards the table, she was sitting quietly looking down at her hands. He smiled a little, noticing just how pretty she was, how had he overlooked her all of these years?

"Here" he sighed, sitting next to her, placing a folded piece of paper in front of her.

"Whats this?" she questioned, speaking in a calmer voice for the first time towards him.

"Something personal" he told her, watching as she read the words to a song no one knew about.

"Its amazing" Hannah finally told him, looking up at him with a smile. It was then that Sam noticed the color of the tiny brunettes eyes. The color that the dark eye makeup drew away from. They were so bright, the brightest green he'd ever seen, he was almost curious to ask her if they were contacts. "Who is it about?" she questioned, and he should've known the question was coming.

"If I told you, it would give away a lot of the secret" he smirked. He'd written it right after he and Casey had broken up for the last time, he'd seen it coming for a while, but it still hurt. Though now, he had no romantic feelings towards the girl who had become a very close friend to him, at one point, he'd really cared about her. Sam was going to fight for her, but then he realized who he'd be fighting against, it was a fight he would lose. So he wrote it all down, and somehow it had become a song about two oblivious people in love, and he was just a chapter in their little book.

Hannah didn't press him any further, instead she reread the song once more before giving it back to him.

"Okay, next question.." she read, "Lighten up, do an impression of a celebrity or famous character"

Sam thought for a second, and said the first thing that popped into his head.

"I'll get you my pretty! And your little dog too!" he squealed, even laughing as close as he could to the Wicked Witch. Then she laughed. Mission accomplished.

"Theres no place like home!" She said between giggles, why it was so funny, neither had a clue, but they both couldn't control their laughter. After a few minutes, the laughter finally quieted down, and Sam grabbed the card of questions.

"Admit something you're afraid of" he said, looking over at her curiously.

"Being left behind" she answered honestly, her letting her fingers tap lightly on the table, he looked confused when she looked up at him, "all of my friends.. they'll be off to college soon. I'll be working at the record store by day, and taking night classes at the community college by night.. I'm afraid I'm never going to be able to live up to everyone else" her voice was soft, and towards the end it turned into a whisper, Sam stared at her, not knowing what to say.

"I'm afraid to tell my parents that I turned down a hockey scholarship to Queens" he finally sighed, after the silence got the best of him.

"Why'd you turn it down?" Hannah asked, very interested in his answer.

"Derek was wait listed" he admitted, "I knew it was a long shot.. They only give one scholarship to one school, the chances of us both getting in was almost none.. He got wait listed.. So I turned it down. It wasn't just for him though.. I accepted a summer internship at this record label in Toronto. Hockey just isn't my dream anymore"

"You know, for a jock, you're nothing what I expected" she admitted without thinking, Sam just smiled. She looked down at the last two questions and sighed, standing up, she walked towards the wall in the back of the library where they kept old yearbooks, and picked up one from their freshmen year. When she returned, the adorable look of confusion had returned to her partners face, he was about to change his opinion of her forever.

She sat back down, flipping to the page where all of the freshmen cheerleaders stood in smiling, pompoms in their hands.

"Find me" she challenged, and after glancing over the picture a few times Sam finally did. A bleach blonde, her same bright green eyes, with a bow in her hair. "Something personal, a secret, what I'm afraid of, and where I see myself in ten years" she explained, looking through her purse, when she finally found what she was looking for and set it over the yearbook picture. Sams eyes look as if they were in shock as he looked at the picture. It was the new Hannah, with her dark hair, only without all of the dark makeup. She was smiling, and on her lap was a little girl who looked to be about three. Before he could ask any questions, she began talking.

"Her name is Bethany Fate" she began, "I was fourteen when I got pregnant with her.. It was at cheer camp, right before Sophomore year. There was a mixer with one of the football camps, and somehow I ended up drunk, in the back of his car.. I barely remember it. After that, all of my friends started calling me a slut, so I left camp. I quit cheering, and by the time I got back to school I was four months pregnant. No one even noticed. I became invisible. I had her a month after my fifteenth birthday..after that, I dyed my hair, started wearing dark makeup and was accepted with open arms with the 'goths' as you might call them" she finished, finally looking up from the picture at him. "I'm afraid that I'll never be normal. I'm afraid I'll never be the mom that she needs. In ten years, I see myself working my ass off to support my almost teenage daughter, and my secret, my secret is that I don't even know her fathers name"

Sam had no idea what to say, but the tears in Hannahs eyes made his heart almost start, without thinking he pulled her into his arms.

"Shes beautiful" he whispered, "just like her mother"

The questions were never finished, but even so, Hannah felt as if she had met someone who she could truly open up to. They even asked their teacher for an extension on the assignment.

Three Months Later;

Sam smiled as he looked down at the pictures in front of him, he would never forget the first afternoon he'd spent with Hannah.

"It was about them!" Hannah came up behind him, yearbook in hand, looking at the picture of Casey and Derek kissing. Sam couldn't help but smile a bit at the girl who had recently become his girlfriend. She no longer wore the dark makeup, but her hair was still the same dark brown as it was before, her clothes weren't as dramatic, she was finally able to be herself.

"So, shall we go pick up Bethany from daycare Miss Bennett?" he questioned, putting his arm around her, she just smiled, drawing a heart next to their pictures in the yearbook.

It was a photo they had taken after school that day, Hannahs face was clear of any makeup, and she sat with her daughter in her lap, finally brave enough to introduce her to the world. Underneath the picture read what Sam had written.

"Bennett. Today I found out that Hannahs last name was Bennett, I also found out she has a daughter just as beautiful as her.."

The picture under it was of Sam, with all of his hockey jerseys in a box that read 'donate'. Under it was the caption written by Hannah.

"Today I realized that Sam Richards is much more than a shallow jock.. in fact, I asked him to prom"

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