Hey all,

Alright, here's the next chapter! This one was a little difficult to finish as I was running out of things to write about without dragging on a chapter. I tried to include some of John's opinions on this situation. Hope you guys like it.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE BREAKFAST CLUB OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN SAM, WHO IS A CHARACTER OF MY OWN CREATION

ANDY

I pulled up to the school and saw John running out of the school towards the football field. Speeding forward, I stopped in front of him and yelled his name. "John! We have a problem!"

"Dude, I thought you were supposed to be with Sam!"

"I was with her! We were chilling in her room and I went downstairs to get something to drink. When I came back upstairs, the window was open and she was gone!"

"Dude, you are a fucking idiot! You should have been watching her! That neighborhood is dangerous!"

"She asked me to get her some juice! What was I supposed to do?! You didn't see her sitting on her bed, tears streaming down her face! You may be her boyfriend, but I have known Sam since we were in elementary school! She has been there for everything that has happened to me! Seeing my best friend crying because of a pompous bitch at school really hurts me! And I can't do anything to console her! You obviously don't know everything about Sam. Sam is the type of girl who will be at your side the minute she is needed, but the minute the tables have turned, she refuses to have the favor returned. It's a pride thing, the one way she is exactly like her dad."

"You are an asshole if you think you can tell me that I don't know my girlfriend! We will duke it out right here, right now!"

"Dude, Bender, we can spend all day here and you can fight me all you want, but the love of your life is out there somewhere and we have to find her, especially before this storm moves in." A distant rumble of thunder sounded in the background to back up what I said. "Get your ass in the car and let's go. I'm heading to the places that Sam and I hang out. We can hit the places you two spend time together after those." He climbed in the passenger seat and I drove off towards the diner near my house. As I drove along, I watched John shrug out of his jacket and throw it in the backseat.

After scoping out all the locations I knew of, John and I headed back to their neighborhood. We were currently heading towards the abandoned school across the street from Sam and John's house.

"John, do you even know why Diana hates Sam so much?"

"Now that I think about it, I don't think she ever told me."

"Rebecca, Diana, and Sam were all friends at one point in time. Diana was even dating that senior, Daniel Robinson. She was so happy with him too. Sam and Rebecca were happy to see Diana so happy, until the two of them saw Daniel cheating with a girl more his age. Point is, Sam told Diana that Daniel was cheating on her and Diana freaked out, thinking Sam was lying just to have him all to herself. Diana also forced Rebecca to choose between Sam and her…"

"And Rebecca chose Sam…"

"Exactly, of course, Diana made up with Rebecca, hence her showing up at Rebecca's and this whole fiasco happening. She still hates Sam with a passion and she sees this as an opportunity to ruin the best thing that happened to Sam."

"Just like Sam ruined the best thing that happened to Diana…" I could it in his face that he was thoroughly thinking about this. After we looked at each location he told me, he went back to thinking about this tale.

"Alright," I said as we climbed back in the car after checking the drive in theater. "Is there anywhere else that she could be? The weather looks like it could drop buckets any moment."

"The park over there!" John pointed at a park on the corner. I drove over there and looked for a spot to park. John couldn't wait as he opened the door and jumped out before taking off for the swings.

"John, come back! Let me…" It was a waste of breath as he was gone before I could finish the sentence. I left my car where it was, grabbing the keys and taking off after him. I ran through the other areas of the park shouting out her name. The light rain that was falling became harder and soaking me wet. "John, where are you?"

I eventually found him standing at an open space, soaking wet and his hair sticking to his face. I walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "John, we should go. We aren't going to find her in this rain. Let's go back to her house and wait there. She will have to come home eventually."

"No, she's out there somewhere. I have to find her. Sam, where are you?! Sam?! SAM?!"

"John, get yourself together, man!" I spun him around to face me. He swung on me and his fist connected with my jaw. "Dude, what the hell?" I rubbed my jaw and stared him down.

"You don't know what it's like to have your girlfriend go missing and having no idea where she is at!?"

"Get yourself together! We will find her! What is with you today?"

"I talked with Claire during lunch and she told me what happened this morning. What happened isn't bugging me, but something Claire said afterwards."

"What was it?"

"It's one thing when a guy is there for his girl during all the good moments. It's another thing when the guy is there during a tough time. Sam has been there for me this whole time and I can't be a decent enough boyfriend to be there for her."

"John…"

"I told you about my home life, the abuse my dad bestows upon me…Sam has been my escape every time he abuses me. She has always been there for me and I can't provide that for her. My dad always said I would never find a girl who would love me and, if I did, she wouldn't stick around for long because I can't provide her with the life and support that she is looking for. And he's right, I'm exactly that."

"John…you are nothing like that. You are the best thing that has happened to Sam. Like I've said before, I've known Sam since we were little and I've never seen her this happy…being with you. You are the reason she smiles every day. You're the reason the Sam Davidson I used to know is slowly coming back to light again." He looked me straight in the eyes and I could see the pain he was feeling. I know I can't relate, but I still tried my best to comfort him. Unfortunately, there is only one person who can do that and that's Sam.

Something behind John caught my eye and I looked up. It was Sam, walking this way to get back to her house. I recognized her by the piercing green eyes that were staring at us. I don't know if she knew it was us or not, not that it mattered. At least we had found her.

"John, turn around."

"Dude, come on, she's nowhere to be found. Our time would be better spent searching the neighborhood for her. We can go door to door to the neighbors who like her."

"Hey, asshole, shut up for one moment and turn the hell around." He did and that is when he saw Sam.

BENDER

"Hey, asshole, shut up for one moment and turn the hell around." I did as he said and saw Sam standing there, soaked to the core like us. I ran over to her and picked her up and spun her around.

"You had me scared to death. Please do not ever do that again, promise me?"

"I promise, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, you were upset, but running away like that isn't a good idea." No other words were said as I pushed the wet strands of hair out of her face and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Hey, I hate to break up the love fest, but we should get out of this rain before we all get sick, or struck by lightning, either of those," Andy broke in.

"Yeah, dealing with Diana will be hell if you were sick as well." The three of us laughed slightly. I picked Sam up bridal style and she immediately leaned into my chest as the two of us walked back to Andy's car.

"You know, I wore the bracelet I gave you all day today. I haven't taken it off since I gave you the other half."

"I haven't either. I love it, John. I love you."

"I love you, too." We climbed in the back seat and Andy hopped into the driver's seat. As he headed back to her house, I grabbed my jean jacket and threw it around her shoulders. She just leaned into my chest and buried her face in my shirt.

Once back at Sam's house, I took her upstairs to her room so she could change into something dry. While she headed to the bathroom to change, I dug around her room for the spare change of clothes I kept there. Andy came in and watched me. I found both sets I keep here and tossed the other set at Andy. "Here, you can wear these. They may be a bit big, but it'll do for now. Don't worry about giving it back."

Andy changed quickly and went downstairs to make a few phone calls to Claire and Allison, who would be wondering about Sam. I decided to wait for Sam before doing the same. However, she was taking longer than usual, so I abandoned the idea and made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before taking a seat at the table across from Andy. I looked at him

"Hey, this is a question that has been kind of bugging me. You guys managed to keep your relationship a secret for so long, yet you strike me as the guy who doesn't care what people think about you or what you do? Why did you agree to keep it a secret?"

Why did I do that? Even when Claire flirted with me, I gave her a hard time about being seen with me in public if there had been anything between us…if I wasn't dating Sam. Sam was different and that was something I knew from the day we met.

"There was something about Sam that's different from other girls, Andy. I knew that from the day we met. She was the type of girl who had secrets that she did not want to share with anyone. Of course, I was a guy with my own secrets that I didn't want anyone to know. I put on that act that I was a tough guy, even around her. I don't know why, but maybe I was secretly afraid of her finding out about my dad's abuse and that I really wasn't a tough guy."

"Dude, let me ask you this. Were you not okay that Sam wanted to hide your relationship, but went along with it anyway because you loved her?"

"To be honest, I wasn't. I didn't care if the school knew or not. Sam convinced me to keep it a secret. As the relationship progressed, it just became a normal part of our day. We would meet at school in the morning in a janitor's closet and catch up on each other's day and stuff. I would go over to her house after school and we would spend time together while she did her homework. I would make her dinner and… I guess what I'm getting at is, even though we chose to keep our relationship a secret, it didn't matter anymore. She was happy and that is what made me happy."

"And that is all that counts…social status and all that stereotypical jazz don't mean a thing to Allison and I. Those who have a problem with our relationship can deal with it."

We both sat in silence for a few moments before busting out in laughter at how funny and true that statement was.

Andy and I spent the next half hour or so just talking about school and stuff. Andy told me how wrestling was going and I told him about my life pretty much.

"Did you ever think that the two of us would be sitting here?"

"Did you ever think we would have become friends?

"Touché; we do have one thing in common…Sam."

"And how much we care for her…" A line of rapid knocking on the door and frantic doorbell ringing interrupted our conversation. "Andy, John; are you guys there?"

Andy went and let Claire and Allison in, who promptly ran up to Sam's room. Andy came back into the kitchen and sat back down at the table. "Looks like it's us guys for a while; who knows how long they will be up there."

As the night progressed, the two of us went from talking like old friends to playing poker for crackers. I was currently beating him and was on the verge of winning again.

"Okay, I'm going all in." I pushed my pile of crackers in and laid down my hand, almost certain I had won again. Andy thought for a moment before doing the same.

"I win..." I stared in disbelief at his hand.

"I can't believe this. You cheated!"

"Nope, it was just pure luck." The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs stopped our bickering. Claire and Allison came down first followed by a quiet Sam. Allison took a seat on Andy's lap and Claire sat in the chair next to me. Sam eventually shuffled into the kitchen and stared at the group that congregated in her house. I could tell she was contemplating what to say to us without hurting our feelings.

"Sorry, I figured you could use a few more friends…"

"It's whatever…you guys can stay. I just want to be alone." She turned around, shuffled back down the hallway and out the front door. She was going to sit on the porch.

"I should go after her. I guess help yourselves to any food or something to drink." Sliding away from the table, I made my way down the hall and outside.

She was sitting on the swing, her knees brought up to her chest and head resting on them. She had on a pair of sweats, a baggy t-shirt, and my jean jacket. I could also see her necklace glinting in the pale light.

"Angel?" She didn't even acknowledge that I was there, which meant that something was really eating away at her. "Am I going to get my jacket back or should I get a new one?"

"I don't know, it smells like you and I like that."

"And, what do I smell like?"

"It's hard to describe, but it's you and I like that."

"Oh great, my girlfriend loves my jacket more than she loves me."

"That is so not true. Your jacket is just comforting me when you are not around."

"Well, if you choose to wear my jacket, you are going to need these too." I took off my black gloves and took a seat next to her. Grabbing both her hands, I put the gloves on them, watching a small smile appear on her face.

"They're a little big, but they'll do."

"You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to…plus I know how much you wanted a pair of your own anyway. Look, I'm not saying you have to talk about it with the others, but just come inside."

She was debating this; I could see it in her face. "Just don't go anywhere, promise?"

"You couldn't get rid of me if you tried." I held out my hand to help her up, which she gracefully took. I helped her up and wrapped my arm around her as we walked back inside and into the kitchen. All Sam needed was a night with her friends, not having to worry about drama.

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