A/N: My mind has just been all over the place for the past few weeks and I apologize for that, but I managed a new chapter…and I hope it's to peoples liking.
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Chapter Seventeen: There's No Point in Lying
"I'm glad that you agreed to go out with me," Logan says as he and Sam walk around town. "I really like you Sam."
"Logan, we have been seeing each other for a few weeks. Plus I had nothing better to do."
Logan faked hurt.
"That was a bullet to the heart," Logan and Sam laughed. "But seriously…this summer has been turning out amazing."
Logan grabbed Sam's hand and interlaced their fingers together.
"Logan, if I'm being honest, all this is really new to me. I haven't really had a relationship before."
"Well I'm honored I can be your first boyfriend."
Sam stops walking and Logan turns to her.
"Boyfriend?"
Logan slowly nods his head.
"I'm sorry, was that wrong to say. I mean if you don't like it, it's okay, but…"
Sam laughs and Logan looks at Sam with a blushing smile.
"It's fine. I like the sound of that. Boyfriend," Sam started walking and dragged Logan with her. "Come on boyfriend, you can pay for my ice cream."
Logan smiled as he followed Sam. There was just something about this girl that he-dare he say-loved.
-WLOM-
Brooke was sitting down in the kitchen at Peyton's house enjoying coffee with her best friend.
"How has everything been going now that Julian is away?"
Brooke smiles at her friend.
"Everything has been going okay. Sam and I don't fight which is good. To be honest I haven't really seen much of her these past few weeks."
"Do you know what's going on?"
"Yeah, she says she's hanging with Nicole."
Peyton looks at Brooke before glancing away. Brooke caught the movement.
"Do you know something that I don't Peyton?"
"Sam's not hanging out with Nicole, Brooke."
"What do you mean?"
"I just talked to Nicole on the phone. Her dad wanted to listen to some new artists and since I'm music gale, Nicole called me."
Brooke listens to her friend in shock. Sam had lied to her. She didn't think Sam would lie to her ever. Julian had said that Sam wasn't a liar at last not with him.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Well you have two options."
Brooke raises an eyebrow.
"And what two options are those?"
"You could call Julian or you can finally be the parental figure in Sam's life, a parental figure that Sam needs right now especially with her father gone."
"Peyton, her mother just died."
"Brooke, you have to quit using that as an excuse to not parent Samantha. You are getting married to Julian. Sam is your step daughter. You're the only mother she has left."
"What if I fail like my mother did?"
Peyton looks at Brooke with understanding. She knew Victoria was never a real mother and it hurt Peyton to see her friend question whether or not she could be a mother herself. She knew she had to reassure Brooke the best that she could.
"You are going to be a great mother, because of what you just told me. You are worried that you are going to fail. You care Brooke and that's more than Victoria could ever say."
Brooke nods her head and sighs as she thinks about what to do with Sam. She knew deep down that Peyton was right, if she didn't put her foot down now, Sam would walk all over her in the future and she can't have that.
-WLOM-
"Tell me more about you."
Sam looks at Logan after she takes a bite of her pizza. She was worried that Logan was asking so many questions because when she had first met Logan she lied about her age. She just had to make sure that Logan won't figure it out.
"There really isn't much to tell."
Logan smiles genuinely at Sam.
"You don't have to be coy Sam. I really want to know."
Sam smiles shyly, but nods her head in the same.
"I lost my mom."
Logan looks sadly at Sam.
"I'm sorry, when did it happen?"
"A few weeks ago actually."
Logan's eyes widen in surprise.
"Wow, that's, wow."
"I know, but I'm dealing with it and being with you makes it better."
Logan takes a sip of his soda and smiles at his girlfriend.
"What else can you tell me?"
"I don't have any siblings. I live at home. My dad is getting married for the first time in his life."
Sam watches as Logan's eyebrows furrow.
"But your mom…"
"They were never married. They had me in high school and their relationship kind of just died after that, but they were friends up until my mother's death."
"Again, I'm sorry Sam. I don't know what I would do if I lost my mother."
"I didn't either and to be honest I thought I would fly off the handle or something, but I haven't and I'm wondering if I will."
"Everyone grieves differently maybe being surrounded by people is how you grieve."
Sam smiles at Logan and nods her head as she picks up her slice of pizza from her plate.
-WLOM-
Brooke returns to an empty home, meaning that Sam was still out doing god knows what. Brooke sighs and places her car keys on the table.
Her whole drive home, Brooke was trying to figure out what punishment to give Sam for lying to her.
The sound of the phone ringing brought Brooke away from her thoughts. Brooke answers it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Brooke, how is everything going?"
Brooke smiles as she hears her fiancé's voice. She really missed him.
"Um, everything is fine."
"Brooke, you don't sound so sure about that."
Brooke takes a seat on the couch and sighs into the phone. She didn't want to worry Julian, but she knew he needed to know what was going on.
"Sam's been lying to me."
"How do you know?"
"It's a long story, but I know she's lying. I just don't know what to do about it."
"Do whatever you think is best. Sam needs to know the rules and she needs to follow them regardless if I'm there or not."
"Alright, I will. I'll have her call you after okay?"
"Alright, I love you, Brooke."
"I love you, too, Julian."
Brooke hangs up the phone and waits for a soon to be in trouble teenager.