Sorry, i didn't update yesterday like i planned to :L I've actually had a bit of a social life in the past couple of days :D Here's the next chapter, i hope you like it! Thank's for the reviews! I love reading them as always!

Calypso's POV

I lay in my bed, smothered by the black duvet that was wrapped around my body like a cocoon. My head was still whirling and spiralling with thoughts on savants. Life seemed so much easier with magic powers. Like this evening, for example: Sam, Candy, Bea and I were curled up on my couch watching TV although, to reach the remote, they simply moved it with telekinesis.

Mr Bojangles couldn't quite work out why we suddenly had visitors. I don't think he liked it very much, especially Samuel for some reason. Every time Sam tries to stroke Mr Bojangles, Mr Bojangles extends his claws to try and scratch him. I think Mr Bojangles is a little jealous that I'm paying more attention to Sam then I am to him.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

'Um…Come in?' I called, hesitantly. The door opened and Samuel stood in the doorway, wearing only jogging bottoms.

'May I help you?'

'I can't sleep. Your house is scary.' He grinned sheepishly.

'That's because you're sleeping in the room that's haunted.' I teased although, to be truthful, I've never been keen on that room.

'I don't want to be alone.' He smiled playfully.

I pretend to sigh and lifted up the corner of my duvet so he could climb in bed with me. Mr Bojangles yelped from the bottom of my bed, unhappy that Samuel got to sleep next to me and he doesn't.

'I think your cat's jealous.' Samuel chuckled as Mr Bojangles grumpily jumped off the bed.

'Mr Bojangles. I'm sorry, there's room for both of you.' I called after him although he ignored me.

Samuel moved closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, hiding his face against my cheek.

'I should probably warn you that I snore. Feel free to hit me if I'm keeping you awake.' He mumbled sleepily.

'That's okay. I had a really nice time today with your family.' I said although Samuel had already fallen asleep. His snores were soft and gentle. I actually liked the sound of him snoring as, after being lonely for so long, it was nice to have human company.

Morning came around fast and Bea narrowed her eyes when she saw Samuel walk out of my bedroom.

'It's not what you're thinking. Our clothes were on at all times.' Samuel said. 'Maybe it's best not to bring that up with mom anyway.' He added.

I refused to let Samuel make breakfast so I cooked us all scrambled eggs.

'What time is that part thingy again?' Candy asked.

'Some time in the evening. I probably need to go home soon and get ready.' Bea said and we all stared at her in amazement.

'You need a whole day to get ready?!' Sam exclaimed.

'Shower, hair, nails, dress, make-up, shoes…' Bea replied, counting it off on her fingers.

'It's probably only going to be adults there.' Candice pointed out,

'Yeah but one of them might have a cute son my age.'

'If I see you kissing anyone, I will be forced to go all protective big brother on you.' Samuel warned.

We spent the rest of the day at Sam's house. Everyone showed me their gifts since I was becoming more comfortable with the whole savant thing. Victor could manipulate you mind to make you do something against your will which was pretty cool uncles you find yourself doing all the chores. Rogue could make force-fields which was also very useful, especially since they get shot at quite a bit in their job. Candice had photographic memory which was probably why she was like a human encyclopaedia. Beatrice could read people's emotions. Phee could stop time and look at mind patterns. Yves could see energy levels and make things explode which must have been terrifying when he was younger when his powers were out of control. Toby could find out exactly what someone had been doing in the past 24 hours just by touching them and Matt, as I found out yesterday, could use other people's energy to make him have super strength or speed.

Around 5 o'clock, I quickly went home again to slip on a short black dress and black heels. I applied only a tiny bit of eyeliner and lipstick since I don't like wearing too much make-up. Samuel came into my room wearing a black shirt and black pants with a cheeky grin on his face.

'Wow. You look amazing. Why don't we skip this party and just stay here?' He suggested, only half joking.

'mmm I could say the same about you.' I laughed, running my hand down the front of his shirt and breathing in the smell of his aftershave.

'Now I reeaally want to stay here.' He chuckled, a sound deep in his throat.

'Well…we should be getting off.' I said

The party was situated at the town hall in the centre of Cloverdale. Once I walked through the grand front doors, I saw that the normally bleak and dull hall had been transformed into something more classy and decorative. Blue and silver balloons hung in clusters around the room and each table had a white table cloth and white roses on it.

'So glad that you could make it!' Dahlia exclaimed as soon as we walked through the door. She was wearing a pale yellow dress that looked horrible on her.

'It's a good party. What's it in aid of?' Mom asked.

'It marks the 175th anniversary in which was founded.' Dahlia beamed. 'Oh, Calypso. I didn't expect you to come.' She frowned.

'Well, you know what they say? Expect the unexpected.' I grinned and Sam and I walk off to find a table.

'Dahlia looks positively revolting in that dress.' Sam murmured in my ear.

'Let's hope that Monica is wearing a matching one.' I grinned.

'Ohh, let's check out the buffet! I'm starving.' Sam said, steering me over to the table full of food at the edge of the room.

'You're always starving.'

'I'm a growing boy. I need my food.' He said and stuffed a small cupcake in his mouth….whole.

'That was disgusting…' I stared at him. '…and disturbing. Your mouth unhinged like a snake!' I exclaimed.

'You know me….I'm a man of many talents.' Sam said with his mouth full.

After we had eaten our food, Sam asked me to dance with him which I agreed to.

'I'm not much of a dancer.' I said.

'Neither am I.' Sam grinned and took me to the middle of the dance floor.

'Sam?'

'Yes beautiful?'

'This is real, isn't it? The whole soulfinder thing, you wanting to be with me?'

'I want to be with you more than anything in the world. I've never felt this way about anyone before.'

'I love you Sam.'

'I love you too Calypso.' He replied and we danced for hours into the night.

'Hey, Sam. Can I talk to you for a minute?' A voice from behind said after a while. A voice I know all too well.

'No Monica. Just leave us alone will you.' Sam growled.

'I just wanted to talk…Jeeze.' Monica rolled her eyes.

'We don't want to speak to you.'

'Please.' Monica sighed.

'Monica? Saying please? Now that's a thing to remember.' I said to Samuel.

'What do you want Monica?' Sam sighed.

'I wanted to apologise. I shouldn't have said the things I did.'

I widen my eyes in surprise. Samuel does the same.

'Can we talk somewhere quieter? It's far too loud here.' Monica said above the music.

Samuel looked at me and I shrugged in reply so we followed her to an empty room on the side of the hall.

'Actually, Calypso, I just wanted to speak to Sam alone if that's okay with you.' Monica said kindly.

'Well I guess so. I'll wait here.' I shrugged and sat down on an empty table.

Samuel's POV

'So what did you want to speak to me about?' I asked, shutting the door behind. I turned around and Monica was inches away from my face. She thrust her lips against mine, pushing me against the door.

I shoved her back and stared at her in shock and disgust.

'What the hell!' I yelled.

'Don't play games with me Sammy. We both want this.' Monica frowns.

'Everything alright in there?' Calypso said telepathically.

'I'll tell you later.'

'Monica. Why can't you get this in your head! I'm in love with Callie. I always will be.'

'You're just going out with her to make me jealous.' Monica crossed her arms over her chest.

'No. I don't like you Monica. Never have, never will.' I said slowly, as though I was speaking to a toddler. With that I stormed out the door to find Jack sitting and talking to Callie. He must have seen the angry look on my face and quickly scampered off.

'What did he say to you?' I asked Callie, taking her away from Monica and outside.

'Nothing. He was just saying sorry for acting like a jerk.' Callie said, frowning in confusion.

I snorted. 'Yeah…I bet he did.' I said, remembering all the times he talked about Callie.

'Sam? What's wrong? Are you mad at me?' Callie asked nervously.

'What? No. Never mad at you.' I said in surprise, pulling her against my chest. 'I'll never be mad at you.' I murmured again.

'What happened?' Callie whispered.

'Monica. She kissed me.' I said, deciding to tell the truth. I felt Callie stiffen in my arms. 'I pushed her away, that's why I started yelling.' Callie didn't reply.

'Have I upset you?' I asked in concern.

'No.'

'Are you angry at me for kissing her?'

'No. I'm just surprised that you pulled away. Everyone loves Monica.' She sighed.

'Well I certainly do not love Monica or even like her.' I said and Callie giggled.

'Do you want to go home? It's getting a little bit late?'

'Yeah.' She smiled, taking hold of my hand.