AN: Alright, this is more like what I normally write. ^^;

Pairing: Samnah

Characters: Hannah McIalwain and Samuel Larsen. Cameos by: Damian McGinty and Marissa Von Bleicken.

3) Find the Beat Again – Sugarland

*Hannah*

"Sam," I sang, leaning into the boy next to me, my best friend. He ignored me, which prompted me to poke his side. "Sam," I sang again, louder, more insistent.

He looked at me through half-closed eyes, not turning his head, annoyed.

"What's wrong?" I asked, noting the way he was slumped over, his dreads blocking half of his face. He'd been like that all week. He'd barely even talked to me.

"You know perfectly well," he grumbled.

"Awww!" I cooed, wrapping my arms around him. "It's okay! So she likes Damian, so what?"

He looked down at the pair, Damian's arm around Marissa's shoulders. "So it hurts."

"But Sammy!" I said, pouting. "I tried to tell you, but you ignored me!"

"Don't call me that," he complained.

"But I like calling you that!" I countered, knowing I sounded about five and not really minding. But, normally, when I called him that, he'd just roll his eyes.

"Please," he said, firmer, though his eyes were sad.

I sighed, letting go, my shoulders slumping. "C'mon, Sam, cheer up. You're gonna need to get over her."

"What if I don't want to?" he asked, his expression harder.

"Sam, come on." I folded my arms across my chest. "It's been a week. You can't do this to yourself." I thought a moment. "Brighten up or, so help me, I will tickle you to death."

"What?" he asked, alarmed.

I held up my hands and wiggled my fingers in front of his face, smirking slightly. "Do you renounce your depressed, angsty ways?"

He slowly moved away from me, eyes surprisingly wide for him, not answering.

I pursed my lips, annoyed, before lunging at him, digging my fingers into his stomach and making the rest of the class stare at us, wondering what the heck was going on.

"Hannah!" he complained, struggling and failing not to laugh. "Get off!"

"No!" I said firmly, not stopping. "Not until you lighten up!"

"Alright, alright, I surrender!" he cried, his voice high, managing to push me off of him. "Dear God!" He gasped for breath, clutching his stomach. "You're scary when you wanna be!"

I looked at him strangely, wondering if he actually thought I was trying to be scary. I stood up, brushed myself off, and sat back down.

"I get it if you're not over her right away," I said quietly as everyone resumed their conversations, used to my insanity by now, "you just need to be open to getting over her. Or else you're gonna be like this for the rest of your life." I thought a moment. "The rest of the year, at least."

He sighed. "I know, I know. I'm open. I'm trying to be, at least."

I smiled. "Good." I lightly punched his shoulder.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Oh, Hannah." He smiled softly, leaned over, and kissed my cheek. "This is why I love you."

I giggled, my face heating up.

Well, hey, things are looking better now.


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