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I have nothing to say.

Just read with great anticipation.

What did I just tell you? JUST READ!

Chapter Twelve

Well, that was a big help.

I now finally figured out with my stupid brain that I loved David.

It was like a repeat of last year.

I was finding out that I loved David… all over again.

Except last year, it wasn't too late.

We hadn't broken up or anything, so it was easy for us to get back together again.

But what about this time?

We broke up, he has that hot blonde chick, and he hates me.

So…

What now?

Lucy. My "hope" emotion whispered.

I thought I'd banished you and your sib to the room in the corner forever.

Well, you forgot to lock the door, stupid.

That was swell. My emotions were getting ahead of me. (a/n: no pun intended)

Huh, I won't make that mistake again.

Hope rolled its eyes. Whatever, as I was saying, find Lucy. She'll know what to do.

The room I had shut them away in now creaked open, and out peeked Love. Strangely, Love looked much larger than before. Healthier, merrier… just larger.

Is it just me, or have you taken growth pills? I asked, narrowing my eyes.

I've been growing. Frisson woke up, so now I'm bigger. Can I come out now? Frisson is calling me. It squeaked.

No. Sorry Love, but I think it's too late now. Your friend Frisson decided to take a nap at the wrong time and messed everything up. Yeah, thanks, bye.

I shut the door as Love yelped and pulled its head back inside just in time to avoid the door from closing on its head.

It's never too late for Love. Hope said.

Yeah, well let's see if Model Lucy can help me… I doubt it.

I pulled away from yet another mental talk with my emotions and set out to find out when Lucy would get home.

I definitely loved David.

But would he love me?

XOXO

The minute I heard the front door open, I scurried over like a dog expecting his owner.

"Sam! Sam!" Lucy called out as she entered. When she saw me, her face lit up with excitement. "Oh Sam! There you are! I was hoping you weren't out somewhere! Look, I have to tell you some---"

"Lucy! Come with me! Now!" I interrupted. Then, I yanked her into my room, dragging her and her seven bags of shopping "memorabilia."

I locked the door and wheeled around to face her.

"Sam, this is imp---"

I cut her off again.

"I love David," I said in one breath. "I don't know how, but I was watching TV, and there was David, and he looked at me, and my heart did a funny thing, and at first I didn't realize it because it hadn't happened in a long time, and then it did a flip, and then I knew it was frisson, and I couldn't believe it, and that jerk Bryant… and that blonde chick… but still, I love David, he looked at me from the screen, and it felt like he was looking at me. Me. But I know for sure now, but I'm worried that he hates me now, and there's no hope, but I want him back so bad… and… and…"

I trailed off to take a breath.

Lucy's eyes twinkled. "So are you sure you love him?" she asked, as if to confirm my previous rabble.

"Yes."

"You're sure you want him back?"

"Yes."

"You're sure you don't want to lose him to another girl?"

"You're positive that you love him?"

"Yes, Lucy, yes! What's with the all the questions?" I shouted in frustration. "I thought I just made it clear! And now I come to you for help, but you're interrogating the validity of my confession? I LOVE HIM!"

Lucy beamed. That's right; she beamed with the gorgeous brightness of a thousand suns.

"I know what you should do," she said, still beaming.

I leaned in closer, ears open.

"Go. To. David's. Party.On. Tuesday." She enunciated each word clearly.

I gasped in horror.

"I can't do that! I can't show myself! He hates me! I'd be ruining his whole birthday!"

"Well, how else are you going to see him?" Lucy asked primly.

I opened my mouth, but no good reply came out… simply because there were none. "A… a… uh… art class," I stammered defensively.

Lucy snorted. "Yeah right, and you're planning to confess your love for him in front of all those people sitting behind their easels?"

I made no reply.

"And what are you going to say?"

Again, silence.

"Listen, if you at least go to his party, he'll know that you're sorry. Plus, David's smart enough to figure out that if you came to his party, it means you want to be on good terms. You can talk to him while golfing together."

I pondered this… and shook my head.

"I wouldn't know what to say," I muttered.

"Well, you're not going to have to write a speech! Just honestly tell him how you feel!" Lucy said, exasperated, her beam no longer existent.

"I can't."

Lucy just stared.

I shook my head even more, now wanting to cry.

I was going to have to give it up.

Samantha Madison was just too cowardly to talk to the love of her life.

"Thanks Lucy," I muttered. I then slumped over on my bed and pulled the blanket over me to signify our conversation was over.

After five minutes of me just lying there under my blanket, and Lucy sitting motionlessly at the edge of my bed, Lucy spoke. "Well, if you're too chicken to tell him, I will," she said with an edge to her voice.

Instantly sitting up and sending the blanket flying, I shouted, "NO!"

If I knew Lucy correctly, she'd tell David everything and even more, adding little fabrications she thought suitable, such as "Sam kisses a picture of you every night before she goes to bed."

"Then go to the party," Lucy threatened.

"Is that a threat?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Maybe it is," she replied coolly. "Go to the party and tell him yourself, or else I'll tell him for you."

"That's blackmail!" I whined.

All wound up, I slumped back and let out a groan.

"Lucy, I can't face David. I just can't," I moaned.

Lucy sighed. Then she piped up, "Fine. How about you just go to the party for five minutes?"

"What difference does that make?"

"Just drop off the present you got for him." Lucy gestured to the bag with the card and t-shirt I had entirely forgotten about.

"Or else, it'll just go to waste. Just go to the party, find the table where all his presents are piled up, add your gift, and leave. He'll at least know you dropped by, and maybe he'll find you to talk to later. Then you won't have to do the talking," Lucy explained.

I thought about this. If I was quick, I could come and leave without even having to face David. He would be busy greeting all his other guests as well. Plus, Lucy was right. The gift would just go to waste.

"Fine," I agreed reluctantly.

"Great! I'll drive you there on Tuesday!" Lucy beamed again, and skipped out of my room.

I hoped with all my life that an encounter with David could be avoided.

XOXO

Tuesday.

Where did Monday go? Monday had zipped by in the blink of an eye, and here I was, in the car with David's present on my lap, and Lucy whistling as she drove to the mini-golf park, which David had rented for the day.

My hands were clammy.

"Lucy, I can't do this," I pleaded.

"Oh please. You just go in there, set your gift down, and leave! What's so hard about that?"

I bit my lip.

Suddenly, Lucy's cell phone rang.

I yelped in surprise.

"Sheesh, ease up, will you?" Lucy said, annoyed. "It's only my friend calling."

Lucy flipped open the top and answered, "Yeah?"

I couldn't hear the person on the other line, but Lucy was saying, "Yeah… that's right… one thirty sharp, Av. One thirty, not a minute earlier or later. OK? See you in a bit, Av."

Lucy saw me looking at her and she quickly hung up.

"Who was that?" I asked, hoping to get my mind off the nervousness.

"Oh, a friend I'm meeting soon."

I glanced at the clock above the car's sound system.

"One thirty is only five minutes away. Won't you be late?"

"Nah, it's fine," Lucy shrugged off.

"Whatever." If Lucy was going to be late to her meeting on purpose, I didn't care.

"Okay, we're here." Lucy pulled into the parking lot and parked.

As I slowly got out of the car, Lucy did too.

"What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously.

"Going with you," she said matter-of-factly, "just in case you chicken out in the middle."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine," I said. I could use the support.

I walked into the indoor mini-golf park.

It was brightly lit, and the sound of laughter, chatter, and the occasional roar from the stuffed gorilla robot at hole 8 could be heard. There were balloons and streamers everywhere, and a banner that read, "Happy Birthday, David."

It was like a party an eight-year-old would throw. But still, the people seemed to be having fun. There were mostly geeky guys but some girls, all from Horizon. I wondered if that blonde chick was here. She probably was getting cozy with David at a hole, neglecting the putting she should have been doing.

I didn't have to look long to find a table piled with presents so high, a man could stand behind it and I wouldn't notice.

I quickly walked over to the table, and Lucy followed.

I glanced at my watch: One thirty.

"I'm sorry you're going to be late, Lucy," I apologized.

"No problem, all is well," Lucy responded, smiling.

I set down my bag by a box wrapped with sparkly wrapping paper as green as David's eyes, when suddenly, David appeared from behind the pile of presents.

"Ow, what the heck? Okay, stop pushing, I can walk for my self," he muttered to someone I couldn't see concealed behind the pile of gifts he had just emerged from.

My eyes widened, and David's eyes got even bigger than mine as he saw me.

"Sam!" he let out a gasp of surprise.

Giggling, whoever was behind the pile streaked out and ran into the colorful maze of holes where the people were playing.

I couldn't see her face, but I caught a glimpse of blonde hair before she disappeared.

Horror-stricken, I turned to Lucy for help… but she was gone.

I faced David again with my mouth slightly open, at a loss for words.

His green eyes just stared into mine.

XOXO

A/N

I know most of this chapter was boring, but the next one won't be!!!!

Aaah! Go ahead, I know you're screaming already, might as well scream louder.

David and Sam finally met up and this time, Sam's sure about her feelings!

But what about David's?

Await the next chapter with anticipation muhahahaha (evil cackle)

(whisper) Maybe a lot of reviews will motivate me to post the next chapter sooner! But ssh! You didn't hear it from me!