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(Sam's POV)

I walked up to the front door of the fancy white house. Knocked on the door.

I waited impatiently for a whole 30 seconds before Stephen opened the door.

"Oh hello, Sam. How have you been?" He asked, confused and sort of shocked to see me, opening the door wider for me to come in.

I walked in, and looked around the house. I've been here once before for dinner. Then I "accidently" broke the television with my phone (not to mention I broke my phone, too. Carly was mad when I didn't answer her texts.) Don't ask why. Actually, since I don't care, I'll tell you why. 'Cause this "Stephen" guy told me it was impolite to eat without a fork, and to slurp my orange soda (which I had to drink out of a tea cup. What the heck?) So, I told him not to tell me what to do, and chucked the phone across the table aiming for him, then missed and got the huge flat screen (I see he's replaced it). See? Told you it was an accident. But, he's forgiven me, who knows why, maybe doctor's are supposed to be polite or something. Add that to the list of why I never want to be one.

"Um, fine, well, there's something I need to ask you." I said, playing with all the sorts of objects on the front table.

"Anything." He said, closing the door.

"Okay, so, I'm almost positive that I have a sister that I never knew about. My mom never told me. And, she can't now that… you know," I fake sniffled, "and so I need a DNA test for us both. But since she's not here, she can't give permission for it. But, you are a doctor, and I'm sure you know how to work the DNA thingy- ma- jigs? Am I right?-"

"Sam, you don't have anyone watching over you?" He asked, acting like I didn't say anything else.

"Um, yeah, I do. My friend's family." I lied quickly, "But, his mom won't give me permission for the DNA testing. She said it's crazy dangerous. But she's just completely crazy, she said open toed shoes are dangerous."

"Well, Sam, I can't give you a DNA scan if you don't have permission from your guardian. I'm sorry."

"YOU SAID YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING." I stated, loudly.

"Sam, anything legal. . ." He said, calmly.

There was no point. I just don't have my amazing Sam Puckett charm anymore. . . Ha! Who am I kidding. I never had an ounce of charm.

But seriously, I'm done with all these "no's". I don't even know anymore I just wanna go. Get away from everything.

I stood up, and walked to the door and opened it. I was about to walk out when I smirked, stepped back and knocked over all the things on his table, and I heard his gasp.

"My mom never died." I stated, and slammed the door. Only barely satisfied.

I walked back to the town.

(Freddie's POV)

I saw the blonde from just up the block, her hair always stands out more than the rest.

"Sam!" I yelled, running up to her to see if she'd get the DNA test.

No answer.

"Sam!" I tried again. No answer. Maybe she had her iPod in her ears.

I ran up right next to her. She wasn't even listening to music.

"Sam!" I said, a little annoyed.

"What." She mumbled.

"Woah, are you okay?"

"Do I look okay, Fredward?" She snapped, her voice chokey. Like she was about to cry.

Great. She was in one of her moods. And there is no need to say this, but the DNA test was obviously a no. Which was what I expected.

Now this is the park she goes into her depression. And her depression moods are annoying, she just sits on the couch watching TV eating whatever she wants (which, she does anyway.).

"Where are you going?" I asked when she turned the wrong way.

"I don't know. " She continued walking.

"Well, I don't want you getting kidnapped or something. Just come to my apartment." I grabbed her arm.

That didn't stop her from walking, she walked just as fast.

"No, don't want to go back to your home with your overprotecting mother." She snapped again.

"She's not home."

"I don't care, I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to walk, and think, and…" She sniffled, and I caught sight of her face. It was red, and . . . wet? Oh great.

"Oh man, Sam. Don't cry." I reached for her arm again.

She shook it off, "I'm not crying you nub! And if I was it's none of your business. I'm going to Amelia's."

"Sam, it's 9:00, she probably asleep or something."

She rolled her eyes.

"Sam. Seriously, come back to my apartment."

She didn't answer.

I put my hand on her shoulder, and led her the other way back to my apartment.

(Sam's POV)

I sat on the counter, eating the Benson's leftover noodles.

"Dyenks fow etin me stae heaw." I said with food in my mouth.

"What?" He asked, laughing and flipping through the TV channels.

I swallowed.

"Thanks Fredely." I said, and stabbed more pasta with my fork.

"Sure, no problem. Um, so if you're not going back home, where are you -" He began.

"I'll sleep at Carly's." I said.

"They're not home, what did you forget your best friend was away?"

I smiled a little. Of course Carly was my best friend, but I'm only admitting this to myself, that Fredward is probably somewhere not that far behind her. I do consider him one of my best friends, I guess. I mean, I never had too many friends. I'm not the kind of person you would want to say "Hi, nice to meet you." on the first day of school. It would probably be something like, "Hi, thanks for insulting me before we actually met, so it's not nice to meet you."

"Yeah, I know. I know where the key is. I'll just sleep in Carly's room, or on the couch, or something."

"Oh, ok. And, Sam?" He asked.

"Yep?" I asked, stuffing more noodles in my mouth.

"What did you do at that guy Stephen's house?"

"He said I need a guardian for permission. I didn't go any further just gave up, left, and went walking to think."

"That's it? You left?"

"Well, I pushed a bunch of antique whatevers off the table, and said that my mom never died… then I slammed the door."

"Ah. No surprise. Well, you know what you have to do tomorrow then." He said, reaching for his drink.

I looked at him curiously, "Huh?"

"You're gunna talk to your mom? Right?" He asked.

"Ah… not a chance." I said, frowning.

"C'mon. She's your mom. She will tell you." He said, putting his feet up on the table.

I still sat on the counter.

"No, this is over. I don't even care. Maybe Amelia's not my sister. I. Don't. Care. Anymore."

"Sam! Yes, you do care. You love your sister very much. And you've been spending a while trying to get the proof that she is your sister. You are not just going this whole way, just to say 'I don't care, anymore. You do care. You care a lot. And you are getting the answer. And you are going to talk to your mom. She will tell you. Because she loves you. Okay?"

"She doesn't love me. If she loved me, she'd tell me." I said, emotionlessly.

I heard his sigh, "Sam. . ."
I nodded, to myself, mostly. But I think he saw my nod, because he didn't talk about it again.