Get a grip!

Sam just left me sitting there by myself in the cold lobby, her voice echoing in my head. Although, I probably deserved it. I shouldn't of taken silence for an answer. I slowly got up and took the lift to my floor, hoping some time alone would help me to think of what to do next. Once the door opened, I made my way to my front door. But before I opened my door, I stopped. I thought I could hear faint sobbing coming from the Shay's apartment. I knew it was wrong to do, but I put my ear to the door to find out what was wrong.

"Sam! You need to get a grip and tell me what's wrong!" An obviously panicing Carly told (from what I could tell) a crying Sam. Wait! A crying Sam? I'd drivin Sam Puckett to tears? What have I done!...


A/N: Here it is, just like I told you :L H coming late on today most likely, off to do homework T.T Enjoy, R*R Momo...