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Warnings: Language and Carly/Sam romance.

A/N: Here's chapter four, it's rather short but, I'll try to make the next one longer.

Chapter 4:

A lovers' quarrel

(Sam's P.O.V)

Long behind have I left Carly Shay, literally of course, if we talk about other aspects that you could perhaps call emotional or spiritual – I don't really know how to name it – then she's just as close to me as that day of yore when I timidly asked her to be my girlfriend and she blushingly accepted.

But because she's so far behind and out of sight, I take slow steps in the direction of my technical house. The leisurely of my pace allows me to gaze up at the sky. It is not something I tend to do often, I'm not the 'stop and smell the roses' type of person. However, there are occasion in which I feel nostalgic perhaps and spare a second to regard my surroundings. The sky is usually my favorite, and always a must. I have often pondered about my fixation with it, I believe it is because for me it means freedom; a limitless space in all directions, because as soon as that auroral sky ends an endless universe begins.

Today the sky is calmed and clear, ironic. Yet I take no resentment towards its' self, it is soothing for me. The most of its clouds gather by the sun behind the horizon of buildings. The colors have started to mix, orange and pink are most at view and that light blue is obscuring. For the moments its fading it's feeble but definitely constant.

I can see my building now, pretty much the same as Carlys' except my apartment is much closer to the floor. I live in the third floor, where you can still hear the cars honking and screeching 24/7 and the cats can jump to your railings to drive you crazy and luckily for me I live under a family of seven, five of them little children who never stay quite and below an old lady who loves to hit her ceiling with what I think it's a broom thinking we are to blame for all the noise.

I ascend the stairs and arrive at my door. I tap my pants searching for the key but now I remember that I left it in my backpack at Carlys' house. Guess I'll have to break in; it was here where I learned to pick locks after all, when my mom used to try and straighten me up by grounding me for forever and as soon as I got bored I would try to escape; it sure worked wonders for me. I grin as the door clicks open proud of my skillful hands; is a good thing most people in this building don't give a damn about what happens around you, that and they have seen me do this countless of times, they all learned who I was after the first two times.

I kick the door behind me allowing it to close itself. I look around, as expected the house is as empty as it was when I left it yesterday before heading to school. I walk over to the kitchen counter where I see a big piece of paper. Let's see what this woman has to say today.

'Sam, I will be working late again and then I have a wonderful date. There are some leftovers in the refrigerator. If you don't want that then you know where everything is, go prepare yourself something else. Or ask your friend Robin for food, just don't starve yourself. – Mom.'

I place the mini-letter down and head to the couch. Figures, she likes to be here as much as I do. I'll think about what to eat later on since for the first time in my life I'm not hungry, creepy. Well no matter, I'm sure that slumping in this old couch as I skip channels and bore myself to death will get my belly screaming soon enough. After all, a girl can't affect me that much.

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'Ouch' is the ghost of a thought that runs through my head as I try to stand from the lumpy sofa. Apparently, I got so bored that I fell asleep on it, wonderful. There's no better place to fall asleep than a hard, uneven couch. My right arm that served as my pillow hurts and I think it's asleep.

I sit up and cradle the injured arm, massaging it with my left hand. I feel a cold and electrifying sensation run through it as the blood is finally able to run its trail once again. I stand up from the couch and head to my room. Opening the door the first thing I see it's the window that's right across from it, and within it, a portrait of the darkened sky. I wonder how long I have been asleep for.

Ignoring that fact for the moment, I head to my small closet. I take out some jeans and a red blouse with a long white sleeved shirt that will go under it. I change before heading out into the leaving room and looking over at the clock. It reads eight minus ten; is not so late, I wonder if Carly is out of the movie already. Whatever, it's not like I'm going to see her.

As I walk by the couch I see my cell phone. I grab it and open it, lifting an eyebrow at the three missed calls I have, one is from Freddie and the other two from Carly. Clicking the phone close I walk out the door; I'm obviously not calling them back.

It is a good thing I wore a long sleeved shirt, because as soon as I stepped out of the building a chilly wind hit my skin filling it with goosebumps. The cold breeze blew my hair to my left, and I decided to go with nature towards that direction. Where am I going? I have no idea, but does it matter?

Mirth fills me as a thought courses through my brain. I think of Freddie in my position, walking alone in this dark night, the air blowing, freezing his bones, the constant rattle of the leaves and the sudden sound of the unknown behind him. I bet he would be shitting his pants. Well there we go a thought that cheers me up a little.

In reality, the streets are not so solitary. People are still out and about and many lights are on, in this side at least. Still, I understand that it might be a dangerous place for a girl to be, especially by herself. However, I don't give a damn tonight. Even when I don't know where I'm going, if worst comes to be I can run and may God be with me, ha, ha!...seriously.

In any case, I'm thinking I should think of a place to direct my feet instead of wondering around aimlessly. Sadly, there aren't many places I can go at night that will have no problem with my age; is in this occasions that it sucks to be fifteen. Then again, it's not like I felt like partying, might as well go to my second home back when I didn't have Carly.

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There's this bay. You have to reach the beach and then walk to the right until you reach the rocky end. Or so it seems like the end, but if you walk around the trees and into them through a specific path you will get to an islet. It's very small, just some sand and rocks. Yet across from it lays a gigantic ship sticking out of it, the sand probably conceals most of it. But by the length and height it seems to be pretty humongous. However, you can't see this unless you find your way through the vines, from the rocky end you will only see the pointy ship seeming to surface from the water itself.

I walk across the sand into the boat and from there I make my way, climbing some barrels and rocks that have been deposit there, to its pointy front. I sit there, so close to the edge that I can see the shadowy sea under me. I bend my knees and press them to my chest, locating my arms around my shins.

This is my favorite spot, I love it! The ocean reflects the universe's darkness just as well as it mirrors the moon's light. The sea moves softly to the wind, each wave becoming a new diamond that vanishes into oblivion only to be reborn again seconds later. Here the silence is deafening, and isolation seems colossal, but I never feel alone. The thousands of stars that never fail to shine in that dusky blanket accompany me, as also does the fluorescence fishes and other organism that appear unexpectedly within the water. This place is enchanted. It's the closest thing to magic that exist in this realism bursting state. And as I gaze at God's beautiful creation, I can only recall the many occasions I thought about bringing Carly here, but couldn't because there was never an opportunity for it.

Suddenly my trance is harshly broken by my phone. It's ring loud and obnoxious. I take it from my pants and look at the screen: Carly. I want to answer her, but at the same time I don't. So I press the mute button by the side of the phone and ignore it.

For the time I have been here – which had been a while – Carly has called me three times, and all of them have received the same treatment as the first. Oh look at that, I think she's calling again. No wait, that's a different ring tone.

"Sam where are you?" I hear the distinctive voice of my friend Robin as I pick up the phone.

"Out." I reply, my voice a combination of tired and bored.

"Mom made spaghetti, want to some?"

"Nah, I'm not hungry, and I already eat Italian food this afternoon, pizza to be exact."

"Are you sure you're alright?" Robin says, worried.

"I'm fine. How about I call you later?" I say, not feeling like talking to anyone right now.

"…Fine, but don't stay out too late, and don't do anything I would do!" I chuckle. Leave it to Robin to make me laugh at a time like this.

"Sure thing, bye mom!" I say sarcastically, and hang up the phone.

Maybe it's time to leave. So I stand up and make my way down the ship and out through the same path that brought me here.

It's much later than I would have expected, no longer are there families out, just men and woman who enjoy the late night life. I walk down the sidewalk as if I was not really there, slowly and steady without looking at anyone or anything.

The wind is colder making me cross my arms over my chest in an effort to keep me warm. And perhaps I should go home, but the freezing on my skin can not be compared to the biting in my bones when I'm in that house alone. So I keep walking.

I'm startled by the tremor on my thigh. Realizing is my phone – which I seemed to have put on vibration without noticing – I relax and fish it out of my right pocket to look at the screen. It's Carly again. Thus, just as easily, I push the mute button so it won't bother me the rest of the trip and place it back on my pocket.

"Why won't you answer me?" I hear a distinctive voice behind me causing me to turn around abruptly.

I'm a bit freaked out by this, how in the world did Carly get here? She's standing before me in this bitter night with knee length pants and a sleeveless shirt, breathing as if she had run the stairs of her apartment ten times or more.

I look at her with a slight frown out of confusion in my face, for the simple fact that she appeared out of nowhere. Her words are starting to sink in now, yet I say nothing. The answer seems pretty obvious to me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask instead and she just points upward to her left. I laugh inwardly at my luck. I came to wander right by her building.

She's copying my silent demeanor, standing a few five or six feet away from me just catching her breath. I have nothing to say, not for the moment, and if she doesn't say something soon I'm leaving. She doesn't, thus I turn to leave.

"Sam!" – I stop mid turn and look at her. – "Why are you acting like this?" And with that my anger flares.

"What!" I shout, did she really just asked that?

"I don't think what I did was so big that you won't even talk to me." She defends herself, and in a way I guess she's right. Talking should never be taken out as punishment because that's how problems are left unsolved and relationships end. However, there would be nothing to talk about if she noticed what she did.

"Carly, what the hell? Try to think about what's been going on since we started dating, that I have ignored for the most part, but I just can't do it anymore." I need her to acknowledge it on her own so she can really understand it, just telling her would be useless.

"I know Freddie was out of line today but - "

"Just today? Every fucking day Carly! And what do you do? The same thing you do with every other guy that hits on you, you relish in their compliments and flattery…as if I was not your girlfriend." My voice quivers, it has lost all its might, and I'm left weak and exposed.

"Sam…" – She's walking towards me. – "I love you." She says taking my chin in her fingers.

"That's what you say, and just that." I say, staring her in the eyes. I see the pain my words cause within her brown pools, but I wonder, is that her pain or my own reflected?

"Sam, I'm sorry. But what do you want me to do? They can't know." She says.

"Why not? Am I just a game to you? Or is it exciting for you to have some kind of secret affair?" I'm been harsh, extremely severe, but I have carried this for so long, even before we were together and we were just dating. I'm tired of hiding and of lying about the only thing that's real in my life.

Her eyes become hard with anger and her fingers leave my skin as soon as I finish talking, but just to move her hands to the sides of my face, firm and strong, and pull me towards her. It is not until I feel her lips moving against mine that I know what's happening.

Her body is pressed against my own so hard that I have to hold onto her waist to keep us from falling to the floor, her soft hands are on my cheeks keeping me from escaping and her lips keep opening and closing, over and over again, leaving me no choice but to comply to their wishes by kissing her back, albeit less eager.

"Fuck Sam" – I'm surprised by the foreign swearing from her lips– I love you so damn much, and I know I did it wrong today and have been doing so for a while now. I'm sorry; I'll tell them all to fuck off from now on. We'll tell everyone else eventually too just not so soon please, I already talked to Freddie about us, if it's worth something." She says, never loosing her arms from around my neck.

I stay silent and unmoving as her speech diffuses into my rage consumed brain. I'm pissed and hurt, but if she's willing to do all that and even told Freddie about us then I guess I can overlook this.

"Please Sam, forgive me?" She asks her voice full of hurt and only now do I notice the tears that have streak down her face.

I move a hand up to wipe them away and lean in to softly kiss her lips.

"Okay." I say kissing her some more, trying to convey how sorry I am for making her cry.

One more kiss and she moves to hug me tightly. Her head is on the crook of my neck and her hair falls around my right shoulder giving me the softest caress. I slid my hands from her lower back to nearing her shoulders, and she's cold.

"Carly, let's go up, you're freezing out here." I suggest and she nods, dismantling herself from me. Her right hand moves to my let and she intertwines our fingers keeping me close by grabbing that same arm with her left, and then we begin to ascend the stairs into her building.

Forgive and forget you know. I don't tend to do that often, but I can do many exceptions for her.

To be continued…

A/N: Sorry for making you wait so long for that, but at least I updated…right?

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