Come on SpencerxSocko fans, I know this may just seem like a lame Spocko fic, but it's not. The story is simply based off of the song, it's not really a songfic. Please review so I know if you like it or not!

"Hey," I said in my most calm and collected voice. Maybe he wouldn't hear I was about to burst into tears?

"Spence? Hey, what's up?" I could faintly hear some music playing in the background. It certainly didn't sound light and fluffy

"Dude… I need a place to stay for a bit… My sister…"

"Are you fuckin' kidding me? You're getting kicked out of the house by your sister already! Isn't she like, fifteen? She's only supposed to do that when she's like twenty-five and you're moochin' off of her! What the Hell?"

"I know bro, I know, I don't like it either. She said I have to leave for two weeks, so she can get her shit together-"

"Shit together? Like pack her bags?" I shook my head.

"No, like collect her thoughts. So I was wondering if I could spend it with you."

"Oh sure but-… yeah that'll be fine."

"Wait, you hesitated. Dude, if you don't want me comin' over, I won't. If you have plans I'll be interfering with, then I don't want to be a bother."

"No no no! Dude you can stay for a year; as long as you're willing to pay for the ramen." I smiled and laughed, even though tears were dripping down my face.

"Okay thanks, man. I totally owe you one." He laughed again.

"No way, I've been lonely being cooped up in this little apartment for so long. Thanks for helping me out."

"Okay, I'll be over soon."

"Bye."

"Bye Socko." I hung up the phone and put it in my front pocket. I stared at the ceiling for a minute, letting the tears flow freely from my eyes. All over, it felt like little needles were pricking every pore, and it made me feel like I was going to vomit. I lie down and roll over on my bed to get a tissue from my bedside table. I wiped my face from all the sweat, tears, and snot, and threw it on the ground. I got up, sniffed, and started packing my bags for a two week trip.

Sam POV

"Are you sure this is just a 'he didn't tell you' sort of thing?" I asked in-between bites of steak. Carly huffed and turned around to look at me.

"No! It's all that! We never keep secrets from each other!"

"Uh-huh," I was totally unconvinced, "So you're kicking him out of the house, because he's not telling you secrets…" I downed a glass of ice tea as she answered.

"Yes! Stop interrogating me!"

"Right. It's not because he could potentially be gay, or something silly like that, right?" I dumped the cup and plate into the sink and went back to interrogating my best friend. She started mumbling and then yelling.

"You're wrong Sam Puckett! You're totally wrong! Don't make me throw a spoon at you!" She pulled a spoon out from the drawer she was leaning on and lifted it up threateningly.

"Oooh I'm so scared! Ouch!" The spoon hit me directly on the forehead.

"Oh you're gonna get it Carly Shay!" I yelled playfully and started chasing her up the stairs to the studio.

Socko POV

I gently leaned back in my chair and turned down the music. I sighed and checked my watch. He would be there any minute. He, my best friend in the entire world, would be here at any moment. I felt my breath leave my lungs as I whispered,

"The one who stopped me…" I lifted up my sleeve gently, to reveal scratches among scratches, lined up horizontally along my pale forearm. I cringed at the fresh marks.

A sudden knock on the door almost scared me out of my chair, and I almost fell backwards.

"Hey dude! I'm here!" I heard Spencer shout happily.

At least one of us is happy…

Okay so this isn't the best update, but I need to keep the story moving somehow. Please review, there will be action soon. I'm just kind of preoccupied with everything else.