Well hello to dem beautiful peoples of this world.

VintageZebra- Maybe I should add something like that into the story, right?

ScarrletSlaysSquids- Aww, that is so nice of you! Guess what you get? *Gives a bottle of Nanner's favorite wine*

kgg10- No, that was perfect! You are great at singing xD

Oeve- Love, don't hate =D

Enjoy!

Jordan

Jordan and Samantha spent the rest of the day quietly lounging around the apartment, talking and watching television. Both of them went to sleep peacefully and Jordan was relieved to find that Samantha actually liked her small room. The next morning, Jordan woke up to the pleasant smell of bacon, eggs, and cheese. This took him by surprise because he usually had the apartment to himself and had only orange juice and cereal in the morning. He quickly put on basketball shorts and a T-shirt before walking to the small kitchen, still half asleep.

"Good morning!" Sam chirped. She was still wearing his clothes. "What would you like for breakfast? I made bacon, toast, scrambled eggs and chive omelets. I can give you a little bit of everything, if you want."

The food sounded so delicious, and she was being really nice. Maybe this roomie thing would be okay, after all.

"I would like everything, for sharks." He said, smiling.

Samantha went pale and stiff right when he said that. Her eyes widened and right when she whispered, "Dolphinately..." she fell to the tile floor.

Samantha

Samantha woke up early and decided she was going to make breakfast for Jordan, as some sort of a thank you. Shortly after finishing everything Jordan walked into the kitchen. She hoped Jordan would like the food. He seemed enthusiastic enough, but when he said, "For sharks" Samantha lost it.

She lost it because she finally realized how she knew him. She realized that he was the person she had been obsessed with for the past two years, maybe even more. She couldn't remember exactly for how long. Now, he had saved her life and let her stay with him for the time being. About five minutes later she woke up, lying on the couch with Jordan holding her hand tight.

"Are you okay?" He asked franticly. "What happened?"

Samantha felt every cell in her body want to give a fangirl shriek, but with all her heart she swallowed it down and said:

"I don't know honestly. What happened?" Samantha lied.

"You just, fainted!" Jordan said. "Should we call the hospital again?"

Samantha swallowed. His voice was so perfect in person.

"No, I'm good. Lets just eat, okay? I worked hard!" Samantha said, trying to lighten the mood.

'he must think im suck an idiot…' she thought, sitting up.

"Okay, but just... be careful." Jordan said softly, which only made Samantha fall back onto the couch. It was just too much for her to comprehend. She was in his apartment. He was talking to her. She was laying on his couch.

"Okay, how about we eat in here instead, so you can rest?" He asked.

"Uh, sure…" she said warily.

Jordan walked to the kitchen, and once he was out of sight she let herself squeal. But that was all she could give herself, because she was not, definitely NOT going to ruin everything by fangirling. I mean, so what if she used to watch his videos religiously? That didn't mean that she would allow herself to start screaming and try to steal Jordan's twitter password.

"Deep breaths, deep breaths..." Sam murmured, closing her eyes.

Samantha's eyes fluttered open and Jordan sat next to her before handing her a plate full of food and a glass of orange juice.

"Do you like it?" Samantha asked when Jordan took a bite.

"Its really good!" he said before taking another bite. Samantha smiled and nibbled a piece of bacon, not feeling very hungry. It took all her Bain power to avoid staring at him eat and glug orange juice.

"I kind of feel bad stealing your clothes, so... um... can I have twenty dollars so I can find some stuff at goodwill?" She asked.

Jordan laughed and said, "Its okay, we can go to target." He pronounced Target like Tarrr-Shayyyy which made her laugh.

Samantha then closed her eyes and remembered how, before, she would desperately try to save money by buying five dollar shirts at Goodwill so that she could use all her money from the gas station to pay the rent.

"Okay..." Samantha said nervously.

"Well, we don't have to go right now. We can play video games if you want!" Jordan exclaimed, trying to make Sam feel more at home.

"I think I used to play... um... a game with blocks..." Samantha tried hard to remember, but her memory was still so unclear.

"Minecraft?" Jordan asked, and Samantha nodded.

"I play that too. Come on, my computer is in here."

Sam followed him down the short hallway and into the room that she had spied him playing some sort of computer game on yesterday. She sat down on the chair beside him where he pointed to a very thin and futuristic laptop.

"If you can remember your username and password, you can use that one."

"Okay."

Samantha now tried her best to search though her mind. It was like looking though a file cabinet with all the files mixed up, and with some missing altogether. But after over a minute of straight thinking, she found it.

"I know what it is!" She squealed, not even masking her excitement.

"Good. Do you want me to show you?"

"Nah, I'm good."

Samantha logged on after five tries and she could see Jordan cringe slightly when she only knew how to go forward. After teaching her all the keys, she started a single player world and slowly learned how to punch wood. Jordan quickly turned on a LAN server and entered the world.

"Ahh!" Samantha screamed, punching Jordan when he appeared right in front of her in the game.

"It's okay, it's just me!" Jordan laughed, and Sam soon joined in.

"Okay, so what do I do with the wood?" She asked.

Two hours went on like this, but Sam was a fast learner and quickly remembered some vital parts of the game. Soon enough they had built a large house and even went mining, with Samantha dying nine times in the process. All thoughts of shopping left their minds as they played. About thirty minutes later, Samantha decided that she needed to play a trick on Jordan. While he was turned around at the furnaces and crafting tables doing who-knows-what she took out her iron sword and smacked him to pieces, bursting into sneaky giggles.

"How dare you!?" He said, pretending to be mad.

"Here, take all your stuff back!" She squealed, throwing the iron and wood out of her inventory. He quickly picked it all up then smacked her with a shovel.

"That's what you get!" He said. Samantha just giggled and ran out of the house. For hours they played, not once getting bored until Jordan finally said, "I think we better go to Target now..."

Samantha

Samantha glanced at the time and gasped. Time flew by and what seemed like an hour was now five hours.

"Lets just go get the clothes." Sam smiled and got up.

"Okay, but you may want to put on your other clothes…"

Sam looked down at Jordan's clothes she was wearing and turned red. Jordan also blushed and attempted to reassure her.

"No, I mean, they.. mine just..."

"No I get it!" Samantha laughed before walking into her room and putting on the itchy clothes the hospital gave her. As she put them on, she desperately tried to ignore the mirror. Mirrors where always her worst enemy, besides her mom and Jake. Even at times when she was happy, when she felt pretty, mirrors told the hard truth. She would never really be pretty. She had too many scars, bumps, bruises, and scabs covering her back and legs. She could never wear cute back-bearing dresses, short-shorts, or spaghetti string tops in public without people noticing the ugly scars and gross purple bruises.

"No." Sam mumbled, quickly turning away from the mirror to put on the ugly shirt.

Minutes later they were both getting into Jordan's car, smiling. When they got to target, Jordan and she went to the woman's section and she nervously looked around. She had almost no idea how to put and outfit together besides not wearing orange with dark green.

"Um." Samantha stuttered. "I don't really know about clothing or fashion."

"Me either!" Jordan laughed. This made Sam feel less depressed, and in about ten minutes she was actually excited to be looking around, with Jordan just watching. Soon, she had two tank tops, two T-shirts, two pairs of jeans and with her cheeks bright red she chose out undergarments, Jordan standing uncomfortably nearby.

'It's not like I can wear one pair of underwear and one bra all the time…' Sam thought, trying to reason with her flushed cheeks as she walked over to the bra area.

"Uh..." Sam stuttered while Jordan just stood there, his cheeks flaming. "You can, um... go somewhere else if you want."

Jordan then tried to smile while looking around until he found a large box of discount wolman's socks. He then looked around in the box.

"Those are girl socks." Sam giggled. Jordan stopped rummaging around and looked up.

"Uh... yeah. My mom wanted me to um... send her some socks." He then continued to throw socks into the air as he searched around, looking nowhere but the box.

"Okay, whatever!" She laughed before quickly grabbing the items she needed.

After that they walked back to the other had tried extra hard to pick out cheap and inexpensive things, but when she eyed a beautiful black shirt that was supposed to come down to your hips she couldn't help but walk over and rub the silky fabric between her fingers.

"Hey, you can buy that if you want." Jordan said. "It looks nice."

"Well, I better try it on before though. I want to make sure it fits." Samantha said before cringing at the price, which was twenty five dollars. She couldn't ever remember buying a shirt over ten.

Jordan followed her to the dressing rooms, where he then waited outside.

Jordan

Jordan waited patiently outside the dressing rooms and tried to ignore the clerk that was staring at him for no apparent reason. A couple minutes later Samantha stepped out, looking beautiful in the silky black shirt.

"I can so be a model." She said in a fake serious voice before doing a spin. Without thinking Jordan gasped when the plunging back showed black, blue, and yellow bruises that literally dented. Scars ranging from small to large cut a crossed her back. Scabs dotted her skin. When Sam turned back around realization hit her when she saw Jordan's face and she immediately ran back into the dressing rooms, her eyes filling with tears.

Jordan felt like punching himself. He probably just ruined everything by acting disgusted. But he couldn't get the thought of all those scars out of his head. No, they couldn't have been an accident. They all seemed unnatural. Seconds later, it finally hit him. He never thought about how many times her mother had hit Sam before. For all he knew it could have been her whole life up until now.

Samantha

I didn't bother to wipe my tears as I slammed my head against the wall of the dressing cubicle. The only word that ran though my head was stupid, over and over my brain chanted.

'Stupid, stupid, stupid...'

Why didn't she check if the back was open? Now Jordan probably thought she was gross and disgusting and freaky... Then, she heard a knock on the door.

"Sam, you in there?" Jordan asked.

"Why are you in here?" Samantha sobbed, not able to withhold her pain.

"Come out here, so we can talk." He said gently, and Sam slowly opened the door to face him, her face red with tears.

"I'm sorry." He whispered before pulling her into a hug, where she started to bawl.

"I'm ugly." Sam whispered.

"No, you're not." Jordan said plainly. "You're beautiful."

Sam looked him in the eyes and smiled, just a tiny bit before again leaning on Jordan, still crying.

Jordan rubbed her back, trying to make her feel better and to reassure her. A few minutes later Sam wiped her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Thank you Jordan, for everything."

"No Sam, thank you."

Well, that was sweet yet dramatic. Still not cool enough to do a cliff hanger though. Oh well. Review and tell me if you loved it, hated it, or think I am crazy, because I am kind of. Lawl anyways, until next time, don't die!

P.S. I of course apologize for any spelling mistakes, my mysterious editor wasn't feeling well.