A/N

Disclaimer: I do not own All American Girl. I never did and I never will. Everything you recognize is Meg Cabot's. The character Bryan and the plot of the story are mine. Also, the trivia facts in this chapter belong to Amusing Facts dot com and iPromote Media Inc.

XOXO

Chapter Seven

"Dinner is served!" David exclaimed, serving me one of Chef Carl's awesome burgers with a flourish.

With a smile and thanks, I munched on the burger until David came back with flashcards, sheets of trivia questions, and markers.

We both then started multitasking by eating burgers and writing the questions on the flashcards at the same time.

Some questions were very strange, yet interesting.

-True or false: The smallest stamp in the world was issued in 1863 by the Columbian state of Bolivar and measured 9.5 x 8mm.

-True or false: In 1958, the Crayola crayon color "Prussian Blue" was changed to "Midnight Blue" by the request of teachers as kids could not relate to Prussian history.

-True or false: In China, September 20 is "Love Your Teeth Day."

Then there were questions that were just plain gross.

-True or false: A 13-year-old boy in India produced winged beetles in his urine after hatching the eggs in his body.

-True or false: Approximately 75 of human poop is made of water.

"David, these questions are really interesting. How are you going to ask everyone at the party all these questions?" I asked.

"Well, I was thinking of giving everybody one card each as they go through the first hole. What they do is they either circle "true" or "false," write their names, and drop it in a box I'm going to prepare. At the end of the party, I'll pick out several random cards, like a raffle, and whichever one of those cards were answered correctly, the person gets a small prize. They can get a movie pass or something," David replied thoughtfully.

"That's a good idea," I agreed. "But how will you remember every single answer to every question. I mean, all the cards will have different questions and answers, won't they? Will you have an answer sheet with you?"

Then David smiled one of his trademark secretive smiles that had made me fall in love with him at the beginning. My heart used to thump like crazy at these smiles, but I got no faster pulse of any sort.

He simply said, "Facts."

I blinked in confusion. I repeated my question, thinking he misunderstood me the first time.

David grinned again and repeated, "Facts. Not questions. Facts."

I blinked again. "You're joking, David. You jest."

David shook his head, trying to suppress a laugh.

"You mean to tell me that the answers to all of these questions are true? Even the one about the boy in India whose pee contained beetles?"

He nodded.

Eew… but yet, wow. David must have done quite some research to get all these… "interesting" facts.

"But don't tell anyone at the party that," David added. "I want to keep them guessing at these strange questions."

I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. The facts were just so strange, and David was weird to have thought of using them in the first place.

XOXO

An hour or two of making trivia cards, joking, laughing, and polishing off our burgers went by. When my laugh from David's previous joke had subsided, I decided to ask him something which I hoped would give me a clue as to how to solve my "don't-love-him-anymore" problem.

"Hey David," I said. "I want to ask you something."

"Well, shoot," he said, as he looked up from his trivia card to meet my eyes.

"Say there was somebody you really cared for, one that you met along the road of your life… but one day that person abandons you, never to return. What would you do?" I inquired carefully.

"Never to return, huh?" he muttered. "Well, at first I would most definitely be heartbroken…"

Just what I was afraid of. That one word "heartbreak" was what kept me from breaking up with David. The elastic string that keeps the ball from flying off from the paddle in paddleball, that is, if I were the ball and David was the paddle.

David continued, "But I can't wallow in sorrow forever. I mean, I have my own life… one that I used to live before I knew the person. I would somehow find the strength to get back on my feet and continue with my life. I can't allow one heartbreak to drag me down for the rest of my life. Yeah, that's what I would do. Get back up and keep going."

I was beginning to see a solution here. David was strong, and he didn't depend on me to sustain his precious life. He would just go on without me, and I would go my separate way.

I was deep in thought when David suddenly said suspiciously, "Does this, by any chance, apply to us, Sam?"

Darn it, he was smart. David had caught a whiff on something.

With concern, David said, "You should know me well enough to know that I wouldn't want to hurt you in any way, Sam, much less break up with you."

"I know," I answered meekly.

"Unless… you're trying to break up with me…" David said slowly.

I quickly averted his gaze and pretended to be absorbed with a particular question on a card.

"You know, Sam," David murmured, "if you wanted personal space, all you needed was to ask. If you feel like I'm suppressing you in any kind of way, just let me know, and I'll back off. Is there something I've done that's been pissing you off lately? It's a free country, Sam. You're not bound to me like you're married, or anything. I didn't know you'd been feeling that way, Sam."

Gee… David was being so serious about this… and so considerate. How could I ever break up with a selfless guy like this? I mean, even a celebrity wouldn't be able to break up with a guy like David, and breaking up is what they're best at.

"No, David, it's nothing like that," I assured him. "The whole question was just one that I asked out of curiosity. It has nothing to do with us," I lied.

David still looked a bit worried.

"Really," I reassured him. "But I'll remember in the future that you're so kind and caring that you would be okay with breaking up, if it meant me being happy," I added with a smile.

I decided then and there to just stay with David, even if it meant spending my life with a guy I didn't truly love. David was such a great guy, and I didn't want to lose him as a friend by breaking up. I would just be there for him, like he would for me… unless he called it quits. In which case, I would back off like David said he would. It would be a little difficult, but I would try. And who knew? Maybe the frisson and love might come back after a while, or something?

I leaned over to give David a peck on his cheek, but then David, sensing what I was about to do, turned his face ever so slightly so that my lips would meet his.

Our lips brushed against each other's for a moment. There was no frisson, and I didn't expect any this time. Then David leaned over to kiss me a bit more, and as kiss became a little more passionate (on David's part, not really mine), I thought I felt a bit of tingling in my spine.

Was it frisson? I desperately wished. Everything would just go back to normal if my love for David returned, and we could just live happily ever after. But before the kiss continued a bit longer for me to make sure it was frisson, our kiss was interrupted by the First Lady.

"I brought you two some ice cream," she declared in her lovely, kind voice. "It's gelato, and it's one of the best I've ever… oh," her voice trailed off when she saw us quickly pulling apart, blushing. "Did I, ah, barge in at the wrong time?" she asked with a mischievous grin, which resembled that of David's.

"No, no, mom," David quickly answered. "Everything's fine. Thanks for the gelato, you can put it here on the coffee table…" he jabbered, still blushing.

After putting the gelato on the coffee table, the First lady said to David, "Now David, I don't want to hear you're bothering Sam in any way." Then she turned to me and said, still smiling her playful grin, "Sam, dear, let me know if David pesters you in any way."

I nodded with a polite smile.

As she left, the First Lady added in her Mom-tone, "Play nice, both of you."

When she left, David and I exchanged glances, and then burst out laughing. We didn't know what there was to laugh about, yet there we were, clutching our stomachs and giggling like a pair of maniacs. It was nice, sitting on the White House living room carpet, laughing with David. At the moment I didn't really care whether I loved David or not. All I cared about was that David, the greatest friend anyone could have, was having a good time with me.

David stopped laughing and said, "Now… where were we?"

Before he could start kissing me again, I turned to the gelato, and said, "You know, this does look good!"

If David felt disappointment in losing the chance of another kiss, he didn't show it. We spent the rest of the evening eating the gelato (which was delicious, by the way) and finishing the trivia cards.

When it was time for me to go, David dropped me off and gave me a short good night kiss at my porch.

David was still in the limo, waiting for me to go in safely first. I waved, though I wasn't sure if he saw me or not, because of the limo's stained windows, then entered my house.

I was greeted by Lucy, who ran to me the moment I walked in, whispering frantically, "Oh Sam, what am I going to do?"

XOXO

A/N

Well, Sam has decided to just not break up with David…

But if it was that easy for her… there would be no story… ("Wink-wink")

And what the heck is the matter with Lucy?

All to be revealed in the next chapter! R&R please!