Makeover

The school prom is coming and this time Sam wants to go. Because she is crushing on a certain guy. She makes herself prettier once again, but someone else falls for her. Who will she choose?

Chapter 2- She likes him

Carly, Sam and Freddie entered Carly's apartment as they usually did after school. Both Freddie and Carly greeted Spencer, Carly's older brother who was in the living room, but Sam stayed quiet. Spencer couldn't help but think, "I wonder what's wrong with Sam." He glanced at the blond and she looked thoughtful. Spencer had no idea what was going on but decided to stay quiet. He headed for the door.

"Where are you going Spence?" Carly asked.

"I have a date. Hot girl. Her name's Vicky. She's Socko's cousin. Socko says she's a Victoria Secret's model. " Spencer told her happily. Carly nodded, smiling at the irony of the name and Spencer left.

While Sam and Freddie sat on the couch, throwing their bags aside, Carly went into the kitchen.

"Will you help me prepare snacks Sam?" Carly asked her best friend casually. Sam agreed, just as casual.

As soon as the two girls entered the kitchen, Sam was pulled into the corner by the fridge.

"What is wrong with you Sam?" Freddie-"But the brunette never got a chance to finish because Sam had leapt at Freddie who had looked up, a startled expression on his face, but pure fear in his chocolate brown eyes. Sam jumped onto him and after a few minutes of screaming, scarmbling, and more screaming, Sam had him pinned down. Her knees held down his legs, and her arms grabbed his. She leaned down to his ear and in a tight and furious whisper, she said, "Benson, why in heck did you tell anyone? I wanted to tell Carly myself?"

"I-I-didn't Sam. All I said was that you were acting strange, and it started after you met him." Freddie protested carefully. He was frowning, but then his frown changed to a smirk.

"So you do like him?"

"No, not at all!" Sam protested but she knew he knew it wasn't true. Out of embarassment, she jumped off him and ran out of the apartment, door slamming behind her.

Carly's POV

I glared at Freddie and sighed. "No use going after her. She is too fast," I muttered. Freddie stood up and we sat on the couch.

"You know, she does like him," Freddie pointed out after a few moments of silence. I said nothing.

"I don't understand why she wants to hide it though. She didn't hide it when she liked Shane, Pete...or Jonah." my friend continued. I nodded slowly.

"You have a point Freddie. It is wierd. I'll ask her later. But if you want to live, don't metion it. At all." I told him. His reply was a simple, "K," and there was silence once more.

Sam's POV

I sprinted out of the Shay's apartment, expecting protests, but there were none. I slammed the door behind me and smoothly turned a corner to the elevator. Quickly I pushed the "down" button and impatiently began to wait, jumping from side to side. At last the silver-gray doors opened. A crowd of people were in it, and as they left, I shoved my way through. I closed the doors just as the last foot stepped out. I then pushed the "lobby" button and it jerked downwards. After a minute or two the doors slid open. I ran out into the cool spring air, ignoring Lubert's cries.

Now that I was out of the building, I sped up a bunch. I swerved past herds of people, sometimes even ducking under them, and knocking their bags out of their pale hands. I skidded to a halt at a crosswalk just as cars began to roar across it. I groaned and as soon as the sign had changed from "stop" to "go", I dashed across it, turned to my right, and ran down a rather empty street for a few minutes. Finally, I was able to race to the left and jump down a set of stone stairs. I slowed to a jog as I made my way to the subway station.

The station was cool, which I loved considering I had ran all the way there. I collected my ticket, went through the gates, and loaded right onto a creamy white car labeled "A58".

I sat on an empty seat and memories snuck into my thoughts. Memories of my dad. Of him leaving. When I was only nine.

"Daddy, don't go!" I cry. My dad, a tall handsome man with blondish-brown hair and bright blue eyes, shakes his head.

"I have to go, Sammy. I'm sorry." he tells me quietly.

"But why?" I scream, my voice breaking into sobs.

"Mommy and I...we don't get along. She doesn't want me here." he says.

My lip quivers and his strong arms wrap me in hug. He kisses my head.

"I love you Sammy. Mommy will take good care of you. If she doesn't, then you have to fend for yourself unless you want to be taken away." he tells me. I nod, knowing my eyes were so big and blue and begging him to stay.

My dad stands up and gets in his black corvet. The car backs down my driveway and suddenly I find my legs moving, and I'm chasing after him. I chase his car down my street, not stopping to breathe. I start to leave my street but then gentle, warm hands grab my arm. I look behind me. I'm looking at a smiling woman. She has brown eyes and a kind look on her face. Her hair is dark brown, just reaching her shoulders. Beside her is a boy about my age. He has short hair, the same color as his mom's; a dark brown. But his eyes, they are a kind chocolate brown. He's looking at me in a way I can't decide.

"Sammy, let him go." the lady says. And suddenly I recogonize her. Mrs. Benson. She is my neighbor, and is moving a few days. Freddie is in my class.

"Why would he leave me?" I mumur sadly. I snatch away my arm and slowly walk back home with a trudge in my step.

"It's just how life is Sam." Mrs. Benson says in a thoughtful tone. I then remember her husband is in the navy, and almost died.

The next few weeks were hard. I couldn't forget my daddy, the one who had loved me so much. But I managed. Mom took care of me, though not much. But I managed. Without anyone. Freddie and I kept to ourselves.

Sometimes at night I would dream of dad holding me in his arms. Other times, he would push me away and scream at me. When I had the bad dreams, I would wake up sobbing.

But I managed.

I was so lost in my own thoughts I barely got off at my stop. As I walked out of the subway, tears sprang in my eyes at the memory of my dad. I really wanted him.

I needed him.

Well hope you guys liked it! Sorry for the short chappie and loooooooooooong wait! Please tell me if I was in character, cuz it really helps. Flames aren't welcome. Why read a story you hate? Anyways, thanks to everyone who reviews!

~Future