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"What are you staring at Dork?"

I snapped out of my trance and met Sam's eyes. It was Monday, and the first time I'd seen Sam since the kiss. I'd barely gotten any sleep all weekend, because I kept staying up trying to figure all this out. It was like the first time we met all over again. Only now I was trying to find out why I could read her mind instead of why I couldn't. "I wasn't staring."

Sam just rolled her eyes and closed her locker. "Whatever." And with that she turned and walked away.

Well that ruled out one of my theories. I thought that maybe the kiss was like a password or something and that now I might be able to read her mind all the time. Wrong. I was still just as clueless about Sam's thoughts as ever.

It was time to test out my other theory. I just had to find the perfect opportunity.

My opportunity came at lunch that day while standing in the lunch line.

Of course, my mom would never let me eat cafeteria food ("You don't know what they put in that stuff! It's probably full of pesticides and steroids!"), but I decided that pesticide-filled macaroni surprise was better than whatever gray sludge my mom had packed me that day. So cafeteria food it was.

I was near the end of the line where the deserts were. On the left side of the dessert area was some unfortunate smelling gelatin that no one except for Gibby Gibson ever dared to consume, but on the right side was something that actually looked appetizing. Something they almost never had available. Chocolate pudding. And there was only one left.

I reached for the small bowl, grateful for my good luck, when it was suddenly taken from my grasp. I looked over to see who had stolen it. Of course.

"Sam! That was my pudding!"

"Tough nubs," she said detachedly while licking pudding off her finger.

"But it was the last one!"

"I know. Why do you think I took it?"

"Arrggg! Sam!"

"Well 'arrggg' back at'cha, Captain Dorkatron."

I was just about to get even angrier, when suddenly a thought occurred to me. Normally I'd just try to reason with Sam until I got tired and gave up, but this was the opportunity I'd been waiting for. I took a deep breath, mustered all my strength, and grabbed the bowl of pudding out of Sam's hands.

"Hey! What the…" She looked up to see me smirking at her as I placed the bowl back on my tray. "Benson," she growled. She reached out, either to take the pudding or slap me silly, or maybe both. I guess I'll never know exactly what she was about to do, because before she could do it, I grabbed her wrist. Her eyes bore into mine, flashing anger like lightning, but I didn't let go. I kept a firm hold on her tiny wrist for about six seconds before she finally used her other hand to punch me in the gut. I fell to the ground, and Sam grabbed my food tray - pudding and all - off the rack. She gave a satisfied smirk as she walked away, making sure to step on my stomach as she passed.

Well that didn't work out the way I'd planned. But at least I found out that I was wrong about my second theory. Prolonged physical contact did not give me the ability to read Sam's mind. But it might just give me a bruised organ or two.

I watched my feet as I shuffled down the hallway to my apartment after school. I knew Mom had to work late that day, so I was in no rush to get home. Besides, I was still felling a little sore from the incident at lunch. As I rounded the corner, I heard someones thoughts not that far from me, but far enough that I couldn't tell exactly what it was that they were thinking about.

"Hello Freddie!" I heard a familiar voice call. I looked up to see a silver haired woman smiling at me.

"Hey!" I said, and ran to give Moira a hug. "How was Florida?"

"Wonderful. Seattle seems so cold and dreary after ten days in Miami. Remind me to enter more of those vacation sweepstakes things." Speaking of the trip… She gestured toward the suitcases lying on the floor. I had to chuckle. Of course she knew when to be outside her apartment so that I'd be there to help her with her bags. I wordlessly grabbed the bags and brought them inside.

"Thanks," she said, setting down her purse, which was the only thing she carried herself. "Would you like to stay for some tea?"

"Sure." I set the heavy bags down on the floor and took my usual seat at her kitchen table.

"So, did anything interesting happen while I was gone?" she asked, coming back into the room with two cups, each filled with hot water and a tea bag.

"Ummm…" I debated whether or not I should tell her about kissing Sam and reading her mind. I mean, she did tell me to stop obsessing over that stuff. Then again, that had been quite a while ago, and these were different circumstances. But then again, I did promise Sam that I wouldn't tell anyone. But Sam didn't know Moira, and I knew Moira would never tell. But if Sam found out that I told…

"Look," she said, taking her seat across from me, "I already know that you're going to tell me something important. I could continue to use my powers to see what it is, but I'm a little jet-lagged and frankly, I don't feel like it. So why don't you save us both some trouble and just tell me now."

"I…I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because Sam will kill me if she finds out that I told someone that we kissed!" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I clasped a hand over my mouth.

Moira laughed and shook her head. "You are the worst secret keeper ever." As usual, she didn't seem surprised. "So you kissed Sam, eh? I thought you said you hated her."

"I do! I mean, we hate each other…kind of. I mean…well, that's not the point. We didn't kiss because we stopped hating each other."

"Oh, so the fact that you stopped hating each other had nothing to do with it?"

"Right, it had nothing…wait! NO! We didn't stop hating each other. We just…URGGG!"

"Well that explains it," she said calmly as she removed the tea bag from her drink and took a sip.

"Look," I said, "I still hate Sam and Sam still hates me. We may have gotten used to each other, but that doesn't mean we actually like each other. You see, Sam kind of blabbed a week before that I'd never kissed anyone, and everyone started making fun of me. So to get people to stop, she announced that she'd never kissed anyone either. We only kissed because neither of us had ever kissed anyone and we wanted to…you know…get it over with. Just so that we could say we'd kissed someone before."

"Wait…so let me get this straight. You and Sam kissed so that you could say that you kissed?"

"Basically."

"And then you swore you'd never tell anyone about it?"

"Yep."

"And so…what exactly was the point of kissing her if no one was ever supposed to know it happened?"

"Well…" I started. Then I realized: I didn't know. "Uhh…"

"Mmhmm," she said, raising her eyebrows as she added sugar to her drink. "And Sam…was she being bullied about never being kissed too?"

"No, people are too afraid of her to do that…"

"But they were bullying you?"

"Well, they were until Sam threatened them…"

"So tell me this. What did either one of you have to gain from this? I mean, doesn't Sam think you're a nerd? Is kissing a nerd really better than nothing at all?"

"I guess she thought so…"

"And if anyone found out about it, Sam would kill you. Would being dead be better than having people think you've never kissed anyone?"

"Okay! So I didn't think it through!"

"If you say so," she said, taking another sip of tea.

"Look, the fact that we kissed is beside the point. There was another part to the story…"

"You two aren't married now, are you?"

I rolled my eyes. "NO. But you see, when we kissed…well…you see…I think…I think that maybe I…I…"

"Feel free to spit it out anytime."

"I think I read Sam's mind!"

"Well," said Moira, a trace of a small smile on her face. "That is something, isn't it?" She folded her hands neatly, evidently done talking. We sat there in silence for a moment.

"That's it?" I said in disbelief. "That's all you're going to say about it?"

"Yep."

"You don't even want to hear what she was thinking about?"

"Not really."

"And you're not going to explain any of this to me, are you?"

"You learn quickly, young grasshopper."

"No helpful advice, no words of wisdom…"

"Nope."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"Well," I said. "Okay then. I guess I'll just…leave." I got up from my seat, still staring at Moira. But she just sat there calmly, that knowing half-smile lingering on her face, thinking about the wall color like she always did when she didn't want me to know what she was really thinking. She gave me a small wave as I exited the apartment.

As I continued down the hall, trying to sort things out in my mind, I only knew two things for sure. One was that I would never understand women. And the other was that I was pretty sure I didn't hate Sam anymore.

Not a very long or exciting chapter, and there wasn't a lot of mind reading in it, but I did my best and I hope you liked it.

Oh, and maybe I can make it up to you guys. I just wrote a little Seddie one-shot today. It needs proof-reading, so it probably won't be up until later tonight or early tomorrow. It's...um...well it's a weird one, but I hope you guys like it anyway. It's going to be called "Attack of the Beavecoons" (hey, I said it was weird), so look for it sometime between now and tomorrow if you're interested. It won't be under romance, but humor/hurt/comfort. Sounding weird enough for you? Oh, and one other thing...it's in Spencer's POV.