Hey People! I just want to take a moment to thank you guys for reading. Sorry if the Characters seem a little OOC. But then again, this is a story about changing. But please review and give me any ideas you have. My writing style is kind of weird, but I hope you'll like it. I try to make it easy to understand. Anyways! Enjoy!

It was Sunday. The rain poured heavily onto the pavement. I took a deep breath as I remembered what it was like to hug Freddie. I could still smell him. I could still feel his arms around me. I couldn't put my finger on it but I was starting to feel different around him. Not in a bad way. I didn't know what I was feeling. Oh stupid emotions.

I was still lying in bed, but I was wide awake. I didn't want to get up though. There was something about cuddling in a bed with the rain pattering the roof that made me calm. And Sam Puckett has a hard time feeling calm.

I remembered that I promised myself to stop being so lazy so I sat up in my bed and let my eyes adjust to the light. Looking around my room, I started to feel depressed. My room was small, but I loved it. The walls were painted a light green that made me feel like I was lived in a breezy meadow. The light hardwood floors had a fluffy brown area rug that I loved to sink my feet into. There were two large windows that had Roman Blinds and Silky light blue curtains that caressed the floor. My furniture was all beige and my full sized bed was covered with a fluffy white comforter and a light blue throw blanket. Sure it wasn't Carly's room, but it's what made me happy.

But back to the 'being depressed' part. My beautiful room was unseen. Every square inch was covered with grossness. The rug was covered in my cloths. Some were clean while most were dirty. My comforter was tousled everywhere and there was food on all the furniture. Ewe. I never realized how gross I was before.

So I took another step into my first decision. I cleaned my room. I know right. Sam Puckett cleaning something by choice! Windex. Lysol. Febreze. Pledge. Bissell. Every cleaning product known to man. I scrubbed. I put away things. And I even cleaned under my bed. And finally I was done.

But I couldn't stop. I wanted this change, and in order to do that I had to be completely organized. So for the duration of that Sunday, I cleaned my whole house. Even. The. Bathroom. By the end of the day I couldn't recognize my house. It was beautiful.

I heard the front door open and then shut. At the same time I heard lots of laughter, and then it abruptly stopped.

Mom.

By that time I was done with the whole house and I was sitting in my room, trying to do my homework. I know that's pretty shocking but it was part of my plan.

I pressed my ear up to the door, waiting for my mom's reaction to her new and improved home.

"Ricardo, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." I heard her say.

I raised an eyebrow at this. Mom never asked a guy to leave before.

"But Pam baby….your house is clean. Don't you want to make is dirty again."

I was scarred for life.

But then I heard a loud slap sound and then a cry of pain.

"Way to go mom." I smiled. I knew I got my attitude from somewhere.

I heard the door shut again and I decided it was safe to go say hi to my mom.

I ran down the stairs to find my mom with her mouth wide open. She looked at me and smiled. And then she hugged me. She hugged me hard.

What's with all these hugs lately?

"Thanks Sammy."

"No problem mom."

I'd never forget the day I cleaned my room

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The alarm clock buzzed loudly making me hate Mondays all the more. Let's face it, no matter how much I tried to change; I'd always hate that sound.

I got up and smiled when I saw my clean room. Change wasn't always that bad.

I roamed through my closet trying to pick something to wear. You know those days when you feel like looking amazing for no particular reason. It was one of those days.

I feel like when you're trying to change, you need to really change. You can't just skimp out on a few parts so that's what I was trying to do. So even what I wore to school mattered. But like I said way before, I'm not girly, so no worries.

I wore a pair of dark washed skinny jeans that hugged me in all the right places. Hey, tomboys like to feel sexy too. Anyways, I put on my favorite bra, just for an extra boost of hidden confidence. It was dark purple and lacey. Then I put on a shirt I got from Forever 21. It was a sweater that was a nice grey color and it wrapped tightly around my hips but then lightly billowed at the top. It had two purple-ish flowery designs on it. (a/n, I want you guys to know exactly what I mean so click the link or copy it into your browser: ?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&category%5Fname=top%5Fcasual&product%5Fid=2081641788&Page=3&pgcount=25)

I put on a long brass colored necklace with an old-looking clock thingy dangling on it. Then I put on a pair of tall caramel colored suede fringe boots that Carly had gotten me for my birthday one year. I decided to do something different with my hair so I twisted it into a messy bun and I even braided my bangs back making them bump up a little bit. It was cool. And no I was not being girly.

I applied my usual makeup (yes I do wear makeup), grabbed my book bag, and went downstairs for breakfast.

I was surprised to see my mom that morning. Usually she's dressed in tacky whore cloths and is hung over, still in bed. But When I came down she seemed very cheerful. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a nice casual green sweater. She was wearing makeup but not as much as she usually did. Then I smelled the delicious aroma of eggs, bacon, and…hash browns?

"Hi mom." I said suspiciously.

She turned around and smiled. Then she gave me a big hug. I noticed that for once she didn't smell like alcohol and seedy night club. She smelled like a mom.

"Good morning Sam!" she said, still hugging me.

"Morning' mom." I said casually. "What's the occasion?" I asked, gesturing to her cooking. The last time she cooked like this, was, well…..let's just say she hasn't cooked like this.

I sat down and started to eat my breakfast. I was surprised to see that it was actually very good.

"Well Sam, I'm going to be completely honest with you. You see when I came home last night to see what a beautiful job you did cleaning, it just made me feel….icky."

I frowned. Icky?

"I loved it so much and then I realized how much you've changed over the years. And I realized that I haven't been quite fair to you."

"What do you mean?"

"After your father died, I became very depressed. You were too little to remember but I wasn't always a scummy mom. I used to be normal."

"Really?" I said laughing.

"Yes, and like I said, when Henry died, I became depressed. And I became a nasty person. I stopped taking care of my kids the way I should've and I starting dating the worst men. And when Melanie went away I had you, and you, you caused so much trouble. And it didn't help that our family was so screwed up.

"But I started to think that there was no hope left. So I didn't even try to be a good role model. So yesterday when I came home, you made me see the good. And I realized that it's time to accept the fact that Henry is gone and that he wouldn't want it to be like this. So I did a little cleaning myself. I promise Sam, things are going to change. I don't want this to be your future Sam.

"But you gotta promise me that from now on you're going to behave and give a little effort into your school work. I know you're already a junior, but it's never too late darling. Sure, I don't see any scholarships happening, but your father left you money in his will Sam, for college. I just…..I just want you to be happy. I'm not asking you to change. I'm just asking you to realize that your future is important, and that I love you. Promise me."

I looked at my mom, stunned. She never told me about my Dad before. I never knew how much it pained her. Wow, this was turning out to be some morning.

"Well, mom, actually, I have been giving a lot of thought into my future lately. It's just, I feel like everyone has one, a future, but me. I just…I promise."

My mom smiled and I could swear that she was about to cry with joy.

"Well, I got a job." Pam smiled.

I perked up. "You did? As what?"

"Well, it's a small job, but it could lead to other things. I'm going to be a singer at a fancy club. You know the ones with fancy pianos and waiters in black vests and bow ties. And they pay well."

My mom always did love to sing. "I'm so happy for you." I said. I gave her one last hug and started to walk out the front door.

"And I'm so proud in you." I heard my mom say before I quietly shut the front door, and went to school, smiling.