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Wow, I got three reviews. Muchas gracias to the people who took their time to review my story:

-.-TangoPepperoni-.- & Loony Loony Loony Luna, thank you for your compliments. -.-TangoPepperoni-.-we'll see if Sam ends up w/ David or not; however, I do agree w/ many ppl that they do make a good couple. We'll see how their love life goes…hehe.

that-girl-who-likes-dolphins, yes, I know I make Sam sound a bit shallow in this story, but that was kind of the point. I already saw the other tons of All American Girl stories about Sam and David's love life or David dumping Sam but I wanted mine to be a bit different. Thanks for the comment, though.

So continues Sam's story. Has she totally lost all her fondness of David? Will she be able to patch up her love line to properly send and receive love to and from David? And just what is up with that new kid Bryan?

Bonus: Get a Sneak Peak of Chapter 3 at the end!

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Chapter Two

"Sam, David," Susan called us.

I tore my gaze from the new kid, Bryan, and looked up at Susan, who seemed even taller than she already was because I was sitting on my stool.

"Bryan MacKenzie is the same age as you two are. I know that talking to you two will help him relax here in this new place than any of the other adults attempting to strike up conversation about whatever it is you teenagers talk about. School, fashion, cars, talk about whatever, but just make him feel welcome. We don't want his new life here in D.C. start out with being a loner in art class. OK? I'm counting on you two."

"Sure, Susan," I replied brightly.

I motioned at the empty stool and easel next to me and said to Bryan, who had his hands in his pockets, "You can sit here."

Bryan smiled gratefully and sat on the stool. I noticed he had perfect teeth.

Susan beamed at me and went away to lay out whatever fruit we would be drawing today.

It was silent where David, Bryan, and I were sitting.

To my right, David was adjusting and clipping his sketchbook to the easel, not saying a word. This was so unlike him. Usually, David was always the first to talk to new kids and help them fit in.

To my left, Bryan was nervously picking through the colored pencils laid before him. He examined a yellow one carefully, put it down, and picked up an orange one next. He obviously wasn't going to start speaking anytime soon, either.

I just sat in the middle of those two, alternating glances right and left to see what they were doing. After a minute, I couldn't stand the quiet.

"So you're from California, huh?" I asked Bryan, attempting to break the silence.

"Um, Florida," he replied awkwardly, like he was nervous to correct me.

"Oh duh, stupid me." Yes, stupid Sam. Stupid Sam who doesn't know at the moment what to do with her love life, stupid Sam who even though she hasn't straightened out her relationship with David, she is already finding another guy attractive. Stupid Sam indeed. "Uh, so how do you like D.C. so far?"

"It's okay. I could get used to the busy city life and all, but I really miss the palm trees and the sunny oceans back home."

"I suppose it is nice back in Florida."

"You've been there before?"

"Oh, yeah, I've been to Disneyland."

"Um," he looked nervous again. Was he going to correct another mistake of mine? "That's California."

"Excuse me?"

"That's California," he repeated, looking uneasy.

"I thought you said you were from Florida?" I asked, confused.

"No, I am from Florida."

"Then why did you say California?"

"I meant Disneyland is in California. Disneyworld is in Florida."

"Oh." I felt my cheeks burning. I was supposed to make this guy feel welcome but I was making myself look like an idiot instead. I kept my mouth shut and attempted to draw the pineapple Susan had now laid out.

Suddenly, David came to my rescue.

"Disneyland, Disneyworld, same difference. They're both amusement parks related to Disney movies and cartoons, right? What's the big deal? Sheesh," David said in a fed-up tone.

Bryan stammered, "I, well, she said she went to…,"

"My name is Sam," I interrupted.

"Right, uh, Sam said she had been to Disneyland, Florida, so I was wondering if she'd been to California instead of Florida."

"Are you saying Sam is a liar?" David inquired, staring at Bryan accusingly.

"No! I just wanted to know if she'd been to the state I'd been from and, I was confused with the who Disneyland and Disneyland, I mean, world, thing and, and…" Bryan faltered under David's cold glare.

I could see that David was making Bryan more and more flustered. Why was David trying to put down the poor guy? He was new here and was probably really worried about starting out new and stuff.

"Well?" David asked.

"I…" Bryan was at a loss for words.

"David," I cut in. "I didn't mind Bryan correcting me about my stupid Disneyland mistake. I just said the wrong name, that's all. Just get off his back."

David looked at me incredulously. "Sam, I was just telling the guy off for calling you a liar!"

"He didn't call me a liar, David. You were just overreacting. Just let it go." Then I turned to Bryan and trying to be polite, said, "I'm sorry Bryan, David didn't mean it when he accused you of calling me a liar. I just made a mistake in words and you corrected me, that's all."

"I'm sorry I corrected you," Bryan said sheepishly. "I wasn't trying to call you a liar. I was just confused about which state you'd gone to is all."

"No, don't apologize. I didn't mind at all. No hard feelings, now, okay?"

"Sam," David interrupted. "The guy…"

"David!" I raised my voice, but not so much to avoid the whole studio hearing me. "Drop it," I said, glowering.

David looked at my angry expression in shock. Then muttering angrily, began to furiously color the light sketch of the pineapple he had drawn.

"David!" Susan exclaimed. "You want to capture the pineapple's image in your paper, not mangle it! Be gentler with the coloring. And Sam, as much as I appreciate your effort in trying to make our new student welcome, I'd like to see some of that effort in class, as well. Get going with the drawing."

I looked at my sketchbook and saw a blank white sheet instead of the pineapple I should've been drawing. I picked up my pencil and began to sketch. To my right, David was still furiously scribbling at his pineapple despite Susan's remarks. To my left, Bryan was timidly trying to pick out a color, acting as if choosing the wrong one would result in a nuclear explosion or something. We were all tense and uneasy.

Sheesh, I thought, rolling my eyes, all this bickering over stupid Disneyland.

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Well? I know this chapter was a bit…boring (I call it "no rising action"). But it gets better! Review please! Your reviews help me a lot when I'm writing, especially constructive criticism. Thanks!

-Sneak Peak Chapter 3-

"We need to talk," David said, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

"About what?" I asked nervously.

"Well, to you, it might be nothing. But to me, it's everything," he said.