Hi again,. Isn't Johnny Depp just THE BEST *sighs dreamily. Of course I don't own Benny or Joon, although I wish I owned Sam!!!! :( *Oh, a special thanks to Lip Balm and Dramachick1 who took the time to review my story. Thanks heaps! NB - In my first chapter, sometimes I had those 3 full stops - you know. . . but it looks like only one in random places (thanks to freaky fanfiction formatting), just letting you know my grammar isn't quite THAT awful!

Sam woke up to the familiar humming of the blender. Yawning softly, Sam gazed over at the Frank Capra calendar hanging from the brightly painted wall opposite him. Only six days to go. . .he smiled as he pulled on his suspenders. He grabbed his hat and cane and wandered into the kitchen.
"Hey Sam, today's breakfast consists of preserves of the apricot variety, corn flakes, and milk. Drink up! I can't let you leave without a good solid breakfast!" Joon smiled sweetly as she greeted Sam. Her hair shone brilliantly in the morning sun. Sam gulped down Joon's newest concoction. "Mmmmm" Sam smiled approvingly. "I thought I might go to the park today to paint, would you like to meet up during your lunch break and maybe have a picnic?" Joon inquired. Sam scraped through his brain for a good excuse "Gosh, I'm sorry Joon, I have to work through my lunch break today - " Sam held his hat in his hands and gazed sorrowfully at the floor. I hate lying to Joon like this. Joon could clearly see Sam looked upset. Boy, he must like picnics more than I thought...
Joon tenderly stroked Sam's cheek. "It's okay Sam, maybe another time."

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Sam carefully - almost lovingly, examined the cover of the video "Oh, Swing Time is a wonderful choice miss! Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers are the way to go!" Before leaving, the woman turned back to Sam. "Oh Sam, would you know, uh -" the woman's face scrunched up in deep concentration "what movie has that famous line. . .ah, I am big - " "it's the picture's that got small?" Sam responded in his best Gloria Swanson voice. "Oh, Sunset Boulevard, 1950." "Oh, thank you so much Sam! See ya!" Sam waved back shyly. The woman beamed with content as she left the shop. It was exactly 12 o'clock when the door opened with a chime, and in walked Ruthy, looking very pretty in her waitress uniform. "Listen Sam, I've only got a short break, business is really buzzing today! So we'll have to make it quick. I hope you don't mind".
Sam smiled reassuringly. "Oh it won't take long, just you know, in and out before the end of lunch".

Meanwhile back home, Joon realized she was running dangerously low on paint. Usually, she was supposed to call either Benny or Sam to get any supplies she needed, but Benny was out of town for the week, and Joon didn't wish to interrupt Sam at work today - as he seemed kind of upset, and plus, he said he'd be really busy. Joon pulled on a clean sun dress and calmly began to make her way outside. 'Poor Sam! I wonder why he seemed this morning? It couldn't really be about lunch, it must be something else' Joon pondered thoughtfully as she strolled downtown.
These thoughts also helped to prevent Joon from doing . Like the time she tried to direct traffic with ping pong paddles, while wearing a snorkel mask she had got in a poker game. Just as Joon was about to set foot in the craft shop, she thought she caught a glimpse of Sam and Ruthy walking together on the opposite side of the street. No, couldn't be, Sam said he had to work through his break...

She looked again, and they were gone. 'Oh well, there goes my mind' Joon thought pleasantly as she entered the shop.

"Gosh, that was close!" Sam mouthed to Ruthy. Sam's heart was pounding. He couldn't stand the thought of Joon thinking he had lied to , he had.. sort of, but it is for her own good.

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Later that night, Sam and Joon watched Alfred Hitchcock's "Psycho". They were up to the famous 'shower scene'. Joon glanced affectionately towards Sam, as he, with eyes wide open, made frantic stabbing motions in the air, shrieking in a high pitched voice, "Ahhhh ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" While Marion Crane's blood was oozing down the drain, Joon casually mentioned her trip downtown. "Hey Sam, I had to go into town today to get some paint. Can you believe it, I thought I saw you and Ruthy! Imagine that! But it couldn't have been, because you were stuck in the video shop all day, and that's on the other side of town!" Sam spun cautiously around to face her "Really? Wow, maybe I have a twin! I wonder which one of us is the evil one?" he started to laugh softly, now pulling a crazy face and pretending he had a chain saw. Joon smiled back, although she could feel something pestering her deep down, she decided to let it go.
Don't worry, stop overreacting, it's nothing, really...