Samantha sat at her desk in the house paper office staring into space. She had always been level headed, she'd never let herself get into a situation like the one she was in before. She didn't drink, didn't party and most of all didn't fall in love. And yet there she was, trapped in this bubble of confusion and anguish, knowing that if she had just refused those drinks, or let Portman take her home when he wanted too, she'd have been spending that afternoon at the away game with him, rather then alone in the office. She'd just finished her own poem and now she debating sending it to Portman, or using it to line the cage of her parrot.
'You left me that day
Now my world is gray
Tears fall like rain
Heart full of pain
Lost in my sorrow
Today and tomorrow
I miss you now
I'm dreaming of how
You'll return to me
We're meant to be
I love you so
Just can't let go
Stay on track
Come on back
Into my arms
With smiles and charm
Forgive me please
I need you Dean'
Carly slid her key in the office door and unlocked the knob, she pushed it open and found her editor sitting at her desk looking lost.
"I went over to Goldberg's deli and got you a sandwich and a pickle, since you didn't come to lunch."
"Did Dean even notice?" Sam continued to focus on this one spot on the wall that looked like the paint was pealing off.
"I dunno, but you know he doesn't really talk to much to me." Caroline pulled out a chair and pushed it over toward her friend.
"Do think Mrs. Potter will fail me when she finds out our project ended in divorce? Speaking of which, did you notice if he had my baby?"
"Um… yeah actually he did, he had it dressed in a Led Zepplin tee shirt."
"He doesn't love me anymore, Carly." Samantha's voice cracked as tears started to trickle down her cheeks.
"Sam, I'm sure that's not true. Portman's been into you since Freshmen year. He's just upset. Her feels betrayed, but I'm sure if you just give him sometime Sam things will work themselves out."
"No Carly, it's over. I finally found the perfect mix of brain, brawn and beauty and I messed it all up. I haven't got a poem in the box since that day, not even an angry one, nothing. I just don't understand him, why won't he listen to me?"
Carly bit her bottom lip, she had no idea what to say, no clue how to ease her friends pain. None of the rest of the gang had ever had trouble in their relationships really. It seemed like Emily and Luis, Cat and Charlie and Delilah and Luke were the pillar of opposites attract, but Sam and Portman seemed to dispute that old saying. They just didn't mesh well were like metal and electricity, oil and water, chocolate and anchovies.
"Sam I think you guys are just too different to understand each other. Think of it this way, what do you get if you next fire and ice?"
"Steam." Samantha replied.
Carly mentally kicked herself, bad example.
"No, a puddle."
"Funny. Look Carly, I know you're trying to help, but I really just want to alone. I know there's a game today and Adam will expect you there, you should go."
Caroline stood up and nodded, she could tell from the look on Sam's face there was going to be no arguing. Being the editor had made Sam use to getting things her own way and she could be unbelievably stubborn. So Carly forced a smile, gave the other girl a sympathetic hug and left.
She was walking through the student parking lot on the way to her car to drive to Blake for the game, when a white Dodge Ram almost hit her. The driver slammed on the breaks and stopped inches from colliding with her.
"Damn it, I'm sorry Carly, I didn't even see you there, I was looking in the glove box for my glasses." A familiar voice apologized.
Carly walked over to the truck's driver side window, to see Portman behind the wheel.
"Portman hey, don't worry about it. I didn't know you wear glasses."
"Just to drive. Well I've gotta get over to Blake or I'll be late and the coach will blow a gasket."
"Yeah, do me a favor and let Adam know I'm on my way."
"Sure." Dean started the engine again.
"Wait!" Carly called out. "Before you go, I need to ask you something."
"What?"
"Actually it's more of a statement, Sam is unfathomably upset about everything that's going on, I think you talk to herm let her know there's some hope."
"I can't do that."
"So you don't want to work things out with her?"
"I didn't say that." Portman shook his head.
"So you do wanna fix things?" Caroline looked at him confused.
"I didn't say that either."
"Why do you have to be to difficult?"
"It's just my nature. Look Carly I know you're just trying to help, but don't. Sam and I are old enough to deal with our own problems. Now I gotta go." With that the Bash Brother drove off and Carly felt useless.
'You left me that day
Now my world is gray
Tears fall like rain
Heart full of pain
Lost in my sorrow
Today and tomorrow
I miss you now
I'm dreaming of how
You'll return to me
We're meant to be
I love you so
Just can't let go
Stay on track
Come on back
Into my arms
With smiles and charm
Forgive me please
I need you Dean'
Carly slid her key in the office door and unlocked the knob, she pushed it open and found her editor sitting at her desk looking lost.
"I went over to Goldberg's deli and got you a sandwich and a pickle, since you didn't come to lunch."
"Did Dean even notice?" Sam continued to focus on this one spot on the wall that looked like the paint was pealing off.
"I dunno, but you know he doesn't really talk to much to me." Caroline pulled out a chair and pushed it over toward her friend.
"Do think Mrs. Potter will fail me when she finds out our project ended in divorce? Speaking of which, did you notice if he had my baby?"
"Um… yeah actually he did, he had it dressed in a Led Zepplin tee shirt."
"He doesn't love me anymore, Carly." Samantha's voice cracked as tears started to trickle down her cheeks.
"Sam, I'm sure that's not true. Portman's been into you since Freshmen year. He's just upset. Her feels betrayed, but I'm sure if you just give him sometime Sam things will work themselves out."
"No Carly, it's over. I finally found the perfect mix of brain, brawn and beauty and I messed it all up. I haven't got a poem in the box since that day, not even an angry one, nothing. I just don't understand him, why won't he listen to me?"
Carly bit her bottom lip, she had no idea what to say, no clue how to ease her friends pain. None of the rest of the gang had ever had trouble in their relationships really. It seemed like Emily and Luis, Cat and Charlie and Delilah and Luke were the pillar of opposites attract, but Sam and Portman seemed to dispute that old saying. They just didn't mesh well were like metal and electricity, oil and water, chocolate and anchovies.
"Sam I think you guys are just too different to understand each other. Think of it this way, what do you get if you next fire and ice?"
"Steam." Samantha replied.
Carly mentally kicked herself, bad example.
"No, a puddle."
"Funny. Look Carly, I know you're trying to help, but I really just want to alone. I know there's a game today and Adam will expect you there, you should go."
Caroline stood up and nodded, she could tell from the look on Sam's face there was going to be no arguing. Being the editor had made Sam use to getting things her own way and she could be unbelievably stubborn. So Carly forced a smile, gave the other girl a sympathetic hug and left.
She was walking through the student parking lot on the way to her car to drive to Blake for the game, when a white Dodge Ram almost hit her. The driver slammed on the breaks and stopped inches from colliding with her.
"Damn it, I'm sorry Carly, I didn't even see you there, I was looking in the glove box for my glasses." A familiar voice apologized.
Carly walked over to the truck's driver side window, to see Portman behind the wheel.
"Portman hey, don't worry about it. I didn't know you wear glasses."
"Just to drive. Well I've gotta get over to Blake or I'll be late and the coach will blow a gasket."
"Yeah, do me a favor and let Adam know I'm on my way."
"Sure." Dean started the engine again.
"Wait!" Carly called out. "Before you go, I need to ask you something."
"What?"
"Actually it's more of a statement, Sam is unfathomably upset about everything that's going on, I think you talk to herm let her know there's some hope."
"I can't do that."
"So you don't want to work things out with her?"
"I didn't say that." Portman shook his head.
"So you do wanna fix things?" Caroline looked at him confused.
"I didn't say that either."
"Why do you have to be to difficult?"
"It's just my nature. Look Carly I know you're just trying to help, but don't. Sam and I are old enough to deal with our own problems. Now I gotta go." With that the Bash Brother drove off and Carly felt useless.