Authors Note: Please don't hate me. Now that I've said that I hope all is forgiven. I lead a very busy life. When I first started fanfiction I had tons of this thing that some people call free time, but I'm not even sure if it exists anymore. But I love to write, it's a sort of escape for me. But, yea…Now, I am back home from my spring break (without internet, may I add?) My vacation happened to be very fun and full of very strange Mexican men who wink at you from behind fish counters…don't ask. But other then that I didn't do much besides take 4 memory cards full of pictures. I would love to know how everyone else's break went though. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and the drama in it *GASP* ;) have a great day! (P.S sorry if these chapters read a little different then the past few. I was slightly drowsy at the time I wrote it. :)

Chapter Eleven ~ Grace

75 degrees F

"Sam Roth? Is that you?!" A girlish voice said in front of Sam and I. After splashing each other in the pool for about an hour we decided to retire to the hot tube.

"Sam?" She said again and I opened my eyes

I tall girl with fiery red hair and dark green eyes stared down at Sam in the hot tub with an innocent look on her face. Her face was strong, with cheek bones the stuck out as far as they could. She had an outrageously small frame but she still looked strong. It looked like she could break a few necks if she ever had the chance.

"Uhm, I'm sorry…but who are you?" Sam said as politely as possible while putting his arm tighter around me.

"Abigail." She said and looked at Sam for a reaction. "Abigail Sampson?"

Then suddenly Sam's face lit up and he jumped out of the hot tub and ran over to her.

"Oh gosh, I haven't seen you since we were eight!" Sam said and a huge grin overtook his face.

I saw Abigail look him up and down. I took in a short breath and sunk a little lower in the hot tub. Who was this girl? And why in hell was she looking at Sam like that?

I couldn't help the jealously that I felt in the pit of my stomach and the top of my throat. This girl that I had never met before was knew Sam, my guy. The guy that I loved and wanted to spend forever and longer with.

Sam jumped out of the tub and went to give her half awkward hug, to my immense pleasure.

To me it seemed like their hug lasted long past forever. Sam was all dark and shaggy and she was all fiery and sharp. They were complete opposites, and that worked for them.

The only thing that kept me from jumping up, walking over to her and literally ripping out her throat was Sam. He turned back to me and smiled. His face got all crinkly and dimply and then I got all melty and all was right with the world.

Chapter Twelve ~ Sam

I stared at the ceiling while Nick talked. I stared at the ceiling and I counted how many wood beams it was made out of. Just the bedroom contained forty two, if you were wondering.

"We were best friends. We had a handshake and everything." Sam said and I watch as his eyes un-focus and he thinks back to his days before being turned. His pupils then suddenly focus. "I haven't seen her since the day…"

It pains me to see Sam when he talks about the day he got bit. I can almost feel the pain, the sorrow vibrating off of him. I look back up at the ceiling and start to count beams again. I count, and I count, and I count until I've counted the number of beams eight times over. I'm about to start again when Sam walks over to the side of the bed that I'm laying on and puts his hand on top of mine.

"Please." He pauses for a long time before he finishes speaking. "Don't be mad, baby."

"I'm not mad." I say and sit up and cross my arms over my chest like a two year old. I want so bad to jump on his lap and tackle him to the bed and just hug him. Hug him forever and ever until all the memories of the day he turned go away. But I can't do that.

I hate to admit it to myself, but sometimes I can be a stubborn pain in the butt.

Well... maybe a little bit more then a pain in the butt.

"You're mad." Sam states. "I can tell by your ears he says, smiles and puts his hand on my knee.

"My ears?" I ask in surprise and turn around so I'm facing him.

"Yea." He says and puts his thumb and pointer finger around my earlobe. "When you're mad at me, or anyone for that matter, your ears get all red." He says and starts rubbing his fingers together.

He laughs. "It's very cute.

Cute?!?

I flick off his hand and cover my ears.

"You're only making it worse by doing that." He laughs and gestures to my cupped ears. I can hardly hear him so I say "What?" a little too loud and the sound of my voice echoes in my ear and I suddenly drop my hands. I make this strange face which I can only describe as a cross between a polar bear yawning and a winking squirrel. Because my face gets all crinkled and my mouth opens wide from the shock but my eyes are half closed.

I'm sure that face is very attractive.

Yea, I'm sure Sam can barley keep his hands off me now that he's seen that face.

Sam smiles and reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear. I just look up into his eyes and then he looks down at me. His words are soft and calm, pleading, but his eyes are hard and serious.

"Don't be mad."

"I'm not." I respond.

And this time I mean it.

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