"Sam?" I ask the girl seated on the window ledge.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone," sniffed Sam.
"You did," I said. "I decided to ignore you."
"You decided to ignore yourself too," she said, still not looking at me.
"Huh?" I ask her, a little confused.
"Well, don't you remember what you said to me," she asked, now gazing at me.
"I said a lot of things to you," I say, with a small smile.
"How about: 'don't come to me when your heart gets broken'?" she says, looking down and sniffs a couple of times.
"Oh that," I say and sit down next to her. "Well technically, I'm coming to you so that discounts it completely."
"Oh," she said softly.
We both reveled in the completely comfortable but slightly awkward silence consuming us.
"What does this remind you of?" I ask Sam, suddenly.
"We promised each other we wouldn't speak of it," she said quickly.
"Sam," I say, chuckling a little. "Don't you think we're kind of over that bridge? I mean, Carly knows and pretty much everyone else knows now."
"What do you mean?" Sam asks, looking worried. "It was… our secret…"
"It was, until you lost a tooth and had to go to the dentist with 'happy gas'," I say still chuckling.
"Not my fault," said Sam, raising her voice angrily. "If you hadn't decided to make Carly and me eat that squash…"
"Hey," I said, backing myself up. "I didn't decide on that, Carly did… and you wanted to play along too."
She sighed. "Look at us," she said hopelessly. "Fighting like this, when I've just been…"
"Whose fault is that Sam?" I ask but when she glares at me fiercely I back down again. "I'm sorry."
"No," said Sam.
"I really am sorry Sam," I say seriously.
"No I mean, I know you're sorry," she said, with a slight smile. "But you're not the one who should have to apologize."
"What do you mean?" I ask her, slowly.
"I'm sorry for being such a… skunk bag," said Sam looking away until I grab her face gently, in both my hands. "All you did was look out for me… and what I did was disregard you completely. You were right and I was wrong."
"Whoa," I say smirking. "Is this side of Samantha Puckett going to hang around long?"
"Don't get used to it, nerd," she said, teasingly.
"That's my girl," I say, and put my arm around her shoulder and kiss the top of her head.
"What was that?" Sam asked me.
"What was what?' I say, acting oblivious to it all.
"That… you kissed my head," she said, looking at me.
"Oh that," I say with a shrug. "I hope it's alright."
"Let me think about that," she said sarcastically. "No it's not alright!"
"Sorry," I said, standing up.
"Freddie," she said, standing up but colliding into me suddenly and we both started laughing.
"Sam," I say softly wrapping my arms around her waist. "Hold still."
Before she could wriggle out of my grasp or escape somehow, I placed a kiss on her lips. It lasted longer than our first, and this time it was not 'just to get it over with'. All of a sudden, I felt Sam kissing me back. The same buzzing returned to my head, just like that special night I will never forget as long as I live. We pulled away slowly, and I noticed her eyes fluttering open delicately and gazing at me.
"You know how long I've waited for you to do that?" Sam asked me.
"Probably as long as me wanting to do that," I said.
"Could you possibly…" started Sam.
"…give you another one?" I finish her sentence.
"Please?" she asked me smiling nicely.
"You really want me to, don't you?" I ask her.
"What gave you that idea?" Sam said, moving her face towards mine and once again, I captured her mouth with my own.
"You don't usually beg me to kiss you," I said, between kisses.
"Yeah well," she said. "Don't get too used to it. It's only because I'm emotionally unstable at the moment."
"What do you mean, 'at the moment'?" I say, smirking.
"Cheeky," she said, punching my chest lightly.
"You love it though," I say pulling her almost impossibly close to me.
"You bet your chizz I do," she replied and reached up to kiss me again.
How did this even happen? I wasn't complaining though. I wouldn't be complaining about kissing this girl. I was sure I had fallen in love with her but I didn't want to tell her just yet. The moment had to be just right… just… perfect. Now that I think about it, Sam and I are not perfect, in fact we're so far from perfect nothing surprises me about our relationship or whatever it is we have going on. Right now, I'm just going to savor the moment of a nice Samantha Puckett.