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Callie's POV
School didn't seem like such a frightening prospect with Sam by my side. I remembered the way he stuck up for me to Monica. I would have never done that myself. Frank Sinatra was filling the steamy air of the bathroom as I showered. It is a little strange that I like music from older generations but that's only because one of the only recovered items from the fire was my parent's iPod which I have treasured ever since.
Suddenly there's a knock at the door. I sighed and turned off the water, wrapped myself in a towel and ran down stairs, dripping wet.
'Hello Sam. You're up bright and early.' I commented.
'And you're…not ready.' He said, grinning at my outfit.
'It's only 8 o'clock. Can you blame me? School doesn't start for another 45 minutes.' I said, moving aside to let him in.
'Yeah, about that. You're not going to school today.' He said, taking a seat in the kitchen.
'And why is that?' I raised my eyebrows.
'Because you're skipping so I can take you on a date.'
'And what makes you think I would agree?'
'Because I brought doughnuts.' He grinned.
'Fine. Let me get dressed first. Have you had breakfast yet?'
'Nope, have you?'
'Not yet.'
'I'll make it.' Sam grinned happily which wasn't reassuring.
I changed into my usual outfit of a short black shirt, pattern black tights and a black top. I quickly went over my hair with the hairdryer so I wouldn't look like a drowned rat. Sam was opening all the cupboards in the kitchen to look for something.
'Interesting choice for breakfast.' I commented as I sat down. On the table there was a plate of slightly burnt toast, what appeared to be a lump of cheese and a bowl of pealed bananas, topped with cream, chocolate sauce and sprinkles.
'I wasn't sure what you like.'
'Is that a plate of cheese?' I questioned, pointing to the yellowish block.
'What's wrong with cheese?' He objected, cutting off a chunk and eating it. 'I didn't know how to make cheese on toast so we have to have them separately.
'So, we're going on a date?' I asked, helping myself to a plate of banana, cream and chocolate.
'Yup. I thought we would go down to the beach.'
'Bit cold?' I said, since it was March and not the warmest of weathers.
'Where's your sense of adventure?' Sam said, piling his plate full of banana sundae (minus the ice-cream), toast and a lump of cheese. I shuddered as he took a mouthful of all the foods together.
'Do your parents know you're skipping school?' I asked.
'I think so. The fact that I left the house at 10 to 8 with a packed lunch for two might have given it away.'
'And they're not bothered?'
'It's not the first time I've bunked.' He shrugged.
After we finished the so called 'breakfast' and cleared up the mess, we headed out the door with a backpack full of food, towards the direction of the cove. Fortunately, we didn't see anyone on our way down otherwise they would have been very suspicious indeed.
It was immensely windy today so we found a small cave within the rocks to lay down the picnic blanket and watch the sea roll into the sand.
'See, this is much more fun than algebra.' Sam commented.
'Algebra is fun.' I argued and he raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
'Do you want to play a game?'
'What kind of game?'
'A question game so I get to know you better.'
'You know me well enough.'
'You're a curious case, Calypso. I'm just trying to work you out.' He smiled.
'You know what they say about curiosity? Curiosity killed the cat.'
'That's not the whole saying. Curiosity killed the cat and satisfaction brought it back.'
'Fine. Let's put some stakes in it to make it more interesting.'
'You have to tell the truth and you have to answer every question, if you don't, you have to face the consequences.'
'Which are….?'
'You have to run into the freezing cold sea.' He grinned.
'Okay, you're on.'
'My go first, why do you dress all in black?'
'To intimidate people. The scarier I look, the less likely they are to talk to me.' I answered simply.
'Fair enough.'
'My go. Would you like me, even if I wasn't your soulfinder?'
'Definitely yes. When I first saw you, I fell for you and I didn't even know you were my soulfinder then. Is it true about you and Mr Nickerson?'
I laughed at how jealous he seemed. 'No, that's a rumour. One of Monica's I bet. Why do you misbehave at school?'
'Because teachers annoy me. What about the rumour with you and most the boys in your old school?
I sighed. 'That isn't a rumour. I was going through I tough time. That was right after the Smith family was murdered. I wasn't…myself.' I closed my eyes, unable to look at his expression.
Sam shifted closer to me so our hands were touching.
'Sorry, I didn't mean to pry.' He apologised.
'That's the whole idea of the game. What's your favourite type of music?' I asked, swiftly moving subjects.
'Just artists in the charts and stuff. I like dub step.'
'Okay, I'm going to forget you said that.' I laughed.
'Next question. How do you feel about moving back to Denver with me?'
'I think I would like that a lot. I couldn't leave Mr Bojangles though.'
Sam laughed. 'My dad hates cats. I'll try and persuade him.'
'My question. In our first chemistry lesson, Monica asked if you wanted to sleep with me. You said no. We're you telling the truth?' I asked, grinning in amusement.
Sam blushed bright red and didn't meet my eye with his gaze.
'Yes I was telling the truth.' He said quietly, blushing furiously.
'Samuel Benedict, I have reason to believe that you are in fact lying.' I laughed.
'That was a mean question.' He accused.
'Well, you best get going. The sea's not getting any warmer.' I chuckled.
Samuel glared and me and stood up, tugging off his shirt and jeans until he's stood in front of me in only his underwear. I averted my gaze to his face and grinned wickedly.
'Well off you go then.' I raised my eyebrows at him.
Sam muttered a swear word and then ran into the sea. I walked down to the shore just to see his face as he realises how bitter the sea really is in March.
Sam stood waist deep in the water muttering a colourful array of swearwords.
'Having fun?' I called.
'It's not that bad. You should join me.'
'I didn't lose the game.'
'Callie, tell me the truth. You loved it when I was in my underwear, didn't you?' Sam grinned.
'No.' I blushed.
'Liar liar pants on fire. Now you have to join me!' Sam yelled, grinning manically.
I crossed my arms over my chest and refused to move.
'Do I smell a chicken?!' Sam shouted, making ridiculous chicken noises.
'I'm not a chicken!' I shouted back.
'Prove it.'
I hesitated before pulling the hem of my shirt over my head and tugging off my skirt and tights. I tentatively tested the water with my toe first before taking a few more steps until it lapped my thighs. It wasn't as cold as I expected but it wasn't exactly pleasant. Sam ran up and engulfed me in a cold, wet hug.
'Now we're both losers.' He murmured smugly.
'No. I know what it's like to be a loser. I've been one my whole life. But for the first time ever, I feel like I'm winning.'
We swam deeper into the sea until only my head was poking out of the water.
'Callie. I think I'm in love with you.' He whispered.
'I think…I think I may love you too.' I whispered back, and lean forward to kiss him on the lips. The kiss was different to any one I had before. It was full of passion, lust and most importantly: love. I was so caught up in my emotions of love that I didn't realise my powers were getting out of control. Suddenly, a large wave came over our heads, pushing us under the water.
We hurriedly swam up to the surface and quickly ran out of the water, shivering.
'Was that you?' He laughed.
'I think it might have been.' I said apologetically, wrapping my arms around myself to warm me up.
'We really need to get your powers under control.' Sam laughed.
We walked back to our cave where Sam handed me a fluffy towel which I wrapped myself up in, feeling warmer already.
'Better?' Sam asked, sitting opposite me with a towel over his shoulders. I nodded in reply.
'I distinctly remember you promising me doughnuts.' I said hopefully. Sam opened up his back pack and pulled out a wide range of unhealthy, sugary food and we both tucked in.
After lunch, we got dressed into our clothes and headed back to my house to drink something warm and sit next to a radiator.
'Crap, I have 3 missed calls from dad and 4 from mum.' Sam sighed and rung them back.
'Hey mum…yes, but it was only once I swear….okay….never again…promise.' Sam apologised over the phone before hanging up.
'Is your mum mad?' I asked in concern.
'Nah, she did worse when she was my age. She wants me back home, though. She said I can make it up to her by doing chores'.' Samuel groaned.
'Will I see you at school tomorrow?'
'Probably. Walk round to our house in the morning so then we can walk in together.' Sam grinned.
'See you later, loser.' I suck my tongue out at him as he left my house.
