Chapter 3: "So the bible said"

"No phone, no TV, no bandstand!" Mr. Pryor yelled

"What! You act like I did something wrong."

"I told you Meg that you are not allowed to hang out with Sam anymore!"

"But he is my friend dad!" Meg shot back

"Meg, I am not going to argue about this with you anymore. Go to your room. This conversation is over." Mr. Pryor yelled.

Meg stormed up the stairs.

"So wait? You can't go on bandstand?" Roxanne asked Meg the next day at lunch

"Yeah, but that's not the point Rox."

"So what is the point?"

"The reason my dad grounded me is insane!" Meg said a little louder

"You mean you and Sam?"

"Yeah."

"Meg, … have you ever thought that you may like Sam as a little bit more than a friend?" Roxanne asked her with a grin

"No!" Meg said blushing. "Sam is just my friend. It is like my dad telling me that I can't hang out with you anymore. Of course I don't like Sam,… that's crazy…" She paused and then looked Rox in the eyes "that's crazy right?"

Roxanne shook her head no.

"People like Sam and I, … they don't go out with each other."

"Or maybe they do and nobody knows about it." Roxanne said with a wink

"Well I don't even know if I like him like that or anything." Meg said looking away, blushing.

That night Sam and Meg had plans to meet at the Vinyl Crocodile. She arrived a couple minutes before he did. She had a feeling in her stomach that she couldn't explain. Was it butterflies? No, it was just Sam… they were just friends.

'I am letting what Rox said today get to my head'. She thought to herself as Sam entered the listening booth.

"Hey." Sam said sitting down taking off his coat, and taking a seat next to Meg.

"Hey Sam." Meg said

"Are you feeling okay? Your face looks a little red."

Meg suddenly became embarrassed and covered her cheeks with her hands.

"No I feel fine, it just must be the cold or something." Meg said stuttering

She noticed the cd's in Sams hands

"So what do you have there?" Meg asked

~ Five days later Meg was helping her mom with the dishes, and Patty and Will were making gingerbread houses.

"How many cookies do we need to make?" Meg asked

"At least two more batches. I would like Henry, Sam, Angela, and Nathan to have some to take home with them." Helen explained.

"The Walkers are coming over for Christmas?"

Jack then walked into the room.

"Yea they are." He informed Meg.

"But I thought that you didn't want me near Sam anymore."

"It is the holidays Meg. Henrys wife just died. This is not about you and Sam. I know that you will both behave yourself, and besides, Patty invited Luke, so you will probably be busy with him."

"Patty did WHAT?" Meg said surprised and ready to kill her little sister.

"What did Patty do?" Wills voice came from the table

"It is none of your business Will!" Meg snapped "Dad, can I go out with Roxanne. I have some last minute shopping to finish up."

"Yea, just be home by five-thirty to help your mother with dinner."

Roxanne and Meg walked down the street.

"I thought that you had most of your shopping done." Roxanne commented as Meg glanced into various store windows.

"I have to pick up a model plane for Will, and I want to get something for Sam and Angela." Meg said.

"Sam? You guys are giving each other gifts?"

"I don't know. I just want to get him something. He has been through a lot this year." Meg said.

She picked out new Red Hair ribbons for Angela, and got Wills plane, and ended up at the Vinyl Crocodile to get a gift for Sam. She picked up the new Beatles record.

"How do you know that he doesn't already have it?" Roxanne asked

"We were here last week and we were both talking about how we wanted it."

Roxanne nodded.

"So do you and Sam hang out a lot?"

Meg shrugged.

"What are you getting at Rox?"

"Nothing." She said taking the record from Megs hand and dancing towards the counter with it.

Meg stormed up to the counter next to her.

"I would really appreciate if you would stop making these accusations about Sam and I." Meg said

"Hey, I said nothing! Besides, are they accusations if they are true?" Roxanne said grinning