Leah's POV:

"Leah." someone said behind me interrupting my thoughts. I turned around and look at the shadow that is standing before me. It took me an few seconds for me to make out the figure in the darkness. It was Sam to my surprise.

"Hey." I said my voice breaking a little. I wiped the tears from my eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked sounding concerned, when he saw me wiping my eyes. He sound like he really cared. Like he genuinely wants to know what is bothering me.

"Nothing." I said. "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me." he said softly looking at me earnestly.

I took a deep breath. I decided I could tell him. Something in me tells me I can trust him.

" I am jealous." I admitted to him. "Of you and your family."

That surprised him. "Really? Why?"

"Because you have an real family. A mom, a dad, a sister. I don't have that. I don't have an real family only an extended one. And I am thankful for that. But I want an real one. I have everything I could ever want except for an actual family."

"Wow." he said. "I never would of thought that Leah Clearwater would be jealous of me. I always figured you are the girl that has it all."

"There's a lot you don't know about me Sam. What you see is not what you get." I said.

"I'm beginning to see that." he mused.

"Sometimes I just wish I just have an better relationship with my mom. I hate arguing and fighting with her. I mean it is not just like regular mother daughter fights. But something really serious. We fight so much, we don't ever see each other eye to eye anymore. It gets to the pint where I don't trust her anymore. We don't have any trust with each other anymore. She is the person I should trust the most in this world. What makes this sad is the fact that we used to be close. We used to have fun together. We used to talk. Like really talk without arguing so much. When I got discovered, she started turning into this person that I don't know. She turned into an monster. She started treating me differently. She looked at me different. And it wasn't good different. She didn't want me to be famous. And I never understood that. I don't understand why. She never gave me an explanation. She was just all of an sudden turn into an mom I don't know. I miss her. I miss my old mom. I miss who she used to be. My dad died when I was really young. And when my mom started being an whole new different person it felt like my mom died too. And my brother got tired of the drama and left for boarding school. I have no family. I have no one. I am loved and adored by fans. Half of Hollywood wants to be my friend and I get invited to so many events and parties. Despite the fact that I have so many people surrounding me, I was alone. I never felt so alone. I never felt so lost. The only time I ever felt together was when I am with my extended family and friends. They know me, the real me. With them I didn't need to pretend. I didn't need to be all fake, and put on a show. I am just me."

Sam sat there letting me talk, listening to me. He really listened, not pretending like some guys I know. I can tell from his face. He never interrupted like Cameron would sometimes do when I tried talking about something really important. Without thinking, I put my head on his shoulder. There was something about being with him that made me feel comfortable. That made me feel comfortable to be me. I feel like I don't have pretend around him. Like I don't have to put up an wall that separates my real and true emotions and my false ones.

He didn't move away. He drew me closer to him and put his arms around me. My skin felt this tingling sensation. Which really shocked me. I felt safe being snuggled up in his arms. I felt like I can stay here forever.

I found my courage to speak again. "People see me as the person who knows what she wants. I seem like the person who has it all. The truth is I am just as confused. I put on an front. I pretend to be confident. I pretend that I know what I want. I pretend to be this go getter. But on the inside. I am confused. I don't know who I am. I am insecure. In fact I am so insecure. I dated this one guy before Cameron, and he makes comment about my weight all the time. He makes me feel fat and ugly. He used to call me pork chops. He used to call me pig, he used to make oink, oink noises. He would sometimes randomly just pick on my stomach and say stuff like 'Leah, babe you seem to be packing on some weight.' and than he would to point to some blonde bimbo and say 'Why can you be like her.' Because of him, I cant ever eat normally. Because of him, I am paranoid of gaining weight."

He didn't say anything. I looked at his face closely. All I saw is anger.

"It's not just him. It's everybody. People have these standards. I have this pressure to be perfect. I cant have an pimple, I cant eat too much, I cant gain too much weight. I cant do this or that, or the press would follow me around if I do something wrong. It's everyone who puts so much pressure on me."

He held me tighter. His scent engulfed me. I inhaled his scent. It was heavenly. It was an mixture of honey and vanilla from his shampoo and trace of the leftover cologne. I sighed. Not so quietly, since he looked at me.

He smells so different than Cameron. Cam usually puts way to much cologne on. Plus it's the kind I don't really like and I tell him not to put it on when he is around me. He usually smells of pot and cigarettes, which I grew accustomed too. But Sam's smell relaxes me.

He wrapped his arms around me even tighter, pulling him even closer to me. My eyes meet his. He held my gaze. Than all of an sudden everything just got heated. Everything just started exploding like firecrackers. It was just like fire works on the fourth of July in his kitchen. Everything just exploded. Being in this close distance with him just bought our emotions and feelings that are deep and hidden from our conscious thoughts to the surface.

" That ex-boyfriends of yours is an idiot if he cant see how beautiful you are." he whispered in my ears. His hot breath made me shiver. "He must be blind if he cant see it. Any man must be blind if he cant see how great you look, or how beautiful you are."

I blushed. It takes a lot to make me blush. Usually when guys say cheesy things like this to me when they hit on me at the clubs and what not it makes me cringe and roll my eyes and tell the creep to get lost. But the way he said it, the way he looked at me, it made me feel something, that I have never felt. But I have no idea what it is.

I swallowed. I couldn't talk. For the first time in my life, I am speechless. I have been robbed the ability to speak. The first time and guy that has this much effect on me. Even Cameron doesn't have this effect on me. Which has me even more confused. This is all really new to me. I am always the one with an comeback for everything. What do I say?

"I never knew this side of you. Leah Clearwater, you really surprise me." he said still looking at me in this intense way of his.

I nodded again. Say something. I told myself.

I looked closely at him. He is even better looking up close. I wondered if he has an girlfriend. He must have one. Without thinking about what I am doing. I bought my hand up to his hair and I went my hand through it.

Suddenly his breathing is like not even. Being close to him, I can feel his heartbeat through my thin T shirt.

Suddenly, his hands caught mines. My heart stopped. When his hands touched mines, I felt a jolt of electricity going through my hands. His hands are huge and warm. It felt good to have his arms on mines.

I hold my breath anticipating what would happen next. With one hand still holding one of my hands. He cupped my face softly with his free hand. He softly stroked my face. He trailed his fingers down to my lips. His fingers softly tracing my lips, his fingers lingering there.

My heartbeat took off like an race car.

His took his only hand off my hand and grabbed my wrists. He leaned forward towards my face. His softly kissed me at first. Than he hungrily started kissing me.

I groaned. His kisses are fucking fantastic. He is such an good kisser. My aggressive self took over and I pushed Sam towards the wall and started kissing him deeply. This is the one night I never want to end. The way Sam kisses me, it made me forget all the boys that ever kissed me.

Sam groaned. "Lee-Lee, you are such an good kisser. You are so good." he said in between kisses.

"What did you call me?" I asked.

"Lee-Lee." he said. "It suits you."

"Really? Wow that is a new one. I like it." I said. Than I was distracted once again when his lips crashed into my mouth again.

His hands started tracing my stomach, making me feel these strange sensation. My breath stopped short once again. He took advantage of my weakness, and carried me over to the kitchen counter. He laid me there.

He lifted my shirt a little. His hands stroke the little skin that was exposed. He lifted the shirt up even further, until my whole entire stomach is exposed. He started stroking it with expert fingers. He put his mouth down onto my stomach and started kissing it.

I moaned from pleasure. Even the simplest touch from him radiates pleasure through me. "Don't stop." I moaned.

He wound his hands to my breasts. My nipples hardened, when he stroked them. I reached my hands to touch him. I bought him closer to me. I put my hands to his shirt. I tried to take it off. When it was off. His chest was exposed to me. He was perfect. I ran my hands on his chest.

Than my hands moved towards to his jeans. I started to unbuckled his belt. Soon he was left only in his boxers.

He took over again. His reached for me again. He completely took of my shirt. His hands started messaging my breasts warming them up.

"Fuck, Sam!" I moaned. "Don't stop!"

Than out of no where the lights in the kitchen turned on.

I whipped around.

There stood Sam's family. His mom and dad and sister. I am so embarrassed. Oh my god.

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