Okay, this is my favorite chapter. That's right, my favorite. I love this chapter and the next one, I think. I depends on if it's the one with the candy. That's all you need to know about my second favorite chapter. It involves candy, and it's not posted.

Dating, not boyfriend/girlfriend. Sam made that perfectly clear to me. She said she was just starting to handle dating a dork, she didn't think she could handle being the girlfriend of a dork. Well, that was four months ago, and I wanted to be able to call Sam my girlfriend.

Yeah, I was on the Rugby team, and in the AV club, and a bunch of other dorky clubs that no one cared about, as Sam described them. But being on the rugby team didn't stop other guys from looking at Sam when we walked down the hall together. Most of them would flirt with her right in front of me! She waved them off though, but what would happen if there was one she liked. I wasn't her boyfriend. I was just dating her. She could date anyone.

Well, that was going to change. Sam was my girl. I noticed her before all of the other guys did. Well, I was the first to pursue her without fear. I planned on asking Sam to be my girlfriend today. Making it official with the bracelet I saved up to buy her. It had six charms on it that represented Sam. There was the skull and cross bones, a pillow, a bowl of chili, a meatball, a whole ham, and my favorite, a heart, that said "Freddie's" on the back. She'd think it was cheesy, but I didn't care. She did hold my heart.

I walked down her street, passing by a group of kids chasing each other with sticks. I shook my head slightly and continued until I got to a two story sandstone house. There was Sam sitting outside with some other guy who I had never seen before. He had brown med length spiky hair and blue eyes. Dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, with sunglasses in his hair.

I'll admit, I was a little jealous. I mean, she's hanging out with some guys right in front of me. Who was this guy? I kept the bracelet in my pocket and headed towards the porch. Sam had said something to the guy, and the guy stood up, eyeing me. I walked up the stairs, holding back what I really wanted to say.

"Hi," I said, referring to them both.

"Hey, Freddie," Sam said.

"Freddie, huh?" the guy said questionably.

I nodded.

"Uh, Sam-"

Wait a minute. She called me Freddie. She doesn't call me Freddie unless she really wants something or she's being serious. Really serious. But this seemed like a greeting.

I gave Sam a glance over. She was wearing pink and frilly clothes. Sam doesn't wear pink and frilly. She doesn't wear frilly.

"Sam's inside," she told me, "But this is our older brother Anthony."

I looked at her, then at the guy. He did look like Sam now that I look at him. She had his eyes. Blue and vicious looking. Yep, he was Sam's brother, and if Sam is upstairs, because I know this isn't my Sam, then that means that…

"Melanie?"

"Yeah," she said cheerily, "I'm real."

Sam's a liar. I should've known. She gave in a little to quickly when I told her to admit there was no Melanie, I wasn't gullible, and that I was too smart for her. To add on to that, she never told me she had a brother! Who knows what else she was holding out on.

"Sam, she- I thought-," I gave up, "So, Sam's inside?"

"Up stairs with Skylar and Matthew."

Who the heck were Skylar and Matthew? I turned to her brother.

"It was nice to meet you."

He folded his arms and nodded. Still eyeing me. I understood the look. It was the 'harm my baby sister and I'll kill you' look. I nodded slightly and walked in.

I'd never been inside Sam's house before. Well, at least not everywhere. I'd only ever gotten to the living room. It was not what I expected. I knew Sam's parents had gotten back together after that string of unfortunate dates by both of them. So, I expected a bunch of parent pictures, which isn't exactly what saw. There was maybe one picture of her parents.

Sam got her looks from her mom. Well, Sam and Melanie. They were younger versions of her. Anthony looked like there dad, with the exception of the eyes. Their father had brown eyes. They seemed like opposites. Their mom seemed wacky and outgoing and their father mature and self controlled.

I looked around at the other pictures Sam, Melanie, Anthony, and two other little boys I didn't know. They were twins. Brown eyes and blond hair. They were probably Matthew and Skylar. I looked around the corner and saw the stairs. Sam was upstairs. So that's where I was going.

When I got to the top of the stairs, I almost fell down due to two little boy around the age of six ran past me and down the stairs. I saw the door at the end of the hall open and a blonde wearing jeans and a long sleeved red shirt with a black Cuttlefish shirt over it. Her blonde strands of hair that weren't in the messy ponytail were blocking her face, while she looked down at her pear pod. She looked up finally, her messy ponytail swaying and the strands falling over the sides of her face.

"Fredward," Sam acknowledged me, "What are you doing here?"

"You have brothers, and a sister?"

"Well, you knew about my sister," she responded.

I followed her down the stairs, until she stopped half way and checked her pockets.

"Crap, I forgot my phone."

She walked back up the stairs and I followed her. I was kind of excited about getting to see her room. She opened the door and my jaw dropped. Her room was clean. Spotless. She seemed like such a messy person. She had a bunch of band posters on her wall. Bands I never thought she listened to. Aerosmith, Garbage, Guns & Roses, Poison, Taylor Swift, Reba McEntire, Little Big Town, Aaliyah, Def Leppard, Kenny Chesney, Paramore, The Smiths, Cuttlefish, Muse, Star Trail, and a bunch of others ranging in variety. I even saw Frank Sinatra! Her full size bed was neatly in the center of the room, her dresser next to her sliding closet door, and there was a bookshelf. A bookshelf! Sam read? I was shocked. She also had a desk in the corner next to an acoustic guitar. I guess you do learn something new everyday.

Her phone was lying on her pillow. Her bed covered in a light blue and chocolate comforter set. She picked it up and turned to walk out, but noticed I gaping at her.

"What?"

"Your room," I said, "It's… wow."

"It's not that big of a deal," she said passively, "What did you come over here for anyway, you nerd."

"Well, I wanted to ask you something. And I was in the neighbor hood."

"You don't have a car nor do you have relatives in this area. Ask away."

I was touched. She actually kept up with things about my family. That, or it sunk in through mitosis. I'd like to think she cared.

"Um, well," I began.

I ran my fingers along the desk, avoiding eye contact with her. I noticed her movement, and turned to see her scratching her head a bit. I reached out and twirled one of the hanging strands around my finger. She dropped her hand and looked at me strangely. I smiled softly.

"I wanted to ask you," I let my loose grip on the strand of hair go, and reached in my pocket for the bracelet.

"If you would be my girlfriend."

I took out the bracelet and held it up for her to see. She tilted her head and stared at the bracelet.

"You have a ham charm on a bracelet," she said.

I smirked, "Yeah, that was hard to find."

Which it was. I had to go to a lot of jewelry stores.

She touched the heart charm, gazing at the writing. She scoffed, then smiled at me.

"Freddie, you loser."

I grinned. A newly discovered occasion where she calls me Freddie. When she's happy.

Okay and there you have it. Sam's messy with other people and their homes but her room is spotless. This just sounded like a Sam type thing, random and something you wouldn't have thought of in a million years, but if you think about it, then you're like yeah, I can see that. It just figures.