I wasn't happy with the overall chapter 11. So let's make the overall chapter 12 better!

I don't have anything else to say.

So enjoy chapter 12!

Sam's POV

Thursday, the day of whatever horrid plan Marlena had was going into effect. The day I had to leave my life and go live with a group of evil aliens. Today was going to be great.

How on Earth had I got my parents along with this you might ask? Well, let's just say that without even telling me, Nossida had pulled out some gadget that cleared the whole thing with them. Some how, they knew that I was going to marry an alien and leave Earth forever. And they were okay with it. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate Nossida?

I'd also begun to figure that I was never getting out of this. After they dragged Cathy and Danny in last night, I knew we were done for. Not that I don't think Chris is capable of saving us, because I know he totally is. It's just that he has less than 24 hours now and he doesn't even know where we're hiding. Ha, they have me considering myself as one of them now. Wonderful.

So here I was, simply sitting on my bed, thinking about all of this stuff when I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in," I called. Sometimes I really wish I could see through walls because if I could, I wouldn't have said anything. Then my alibi could've stayed in tact. Because the person now opening my door was the very person I didn't want to see; Chris.

"Hey Sam," he said, seeming kind of nervous. It's not that I didn't want to see him, I just didn't want my story to crumble down and for Nossida to push the button and… yeah.

"Chris, what are you doing here?" I said the first thing that came to mind.

"I came to say goodbye to you," he answered, taking a quick glance around my room. "But by the looks of things, your plans have changed." He didn't phrase it as a question, but I felt the need to answer.

"I'm still leaving. I just don't know when now," I answered as honestly as possible.

"I see," Chris replied, looking down as if trying to find something to say. He looked so adorable when he was nervous.

"You're not one of them, Sam. No matter what they tell you." This caught me off guard. How could he possibly have known?

"What?" I asked in a whisper. Chris locked eyes with me. There was a determined desperation within those crystal blue orbs.

"You are not one of them," Chris repeated.

"What do you know?" I asked, becoming defensive. I didn't want him to make me say anything. And I was scared that he would. If only he knew what I said could cost his life…

"Not much, but enough to know that they're forcing you into doing things you don't want to," Chris replied, taking a step towards me. "And from that, I've concluded that they've convinced you that you are one of them."

"They haven't convinced me of anything," I responded, deciding reluctantly that the only way to get Chris out of this alive was to kick him out. And my way of doing that was to start getting angry with him.

"Sam, don't lie to me," Chris replied. "They've forced you to join them and they're starting to make you think you're like them. But you're not."

"And how would you know?" I snapped, getting up and walking towards him. "How would you know that I'm not like them?"

"Because I've known you since we were five," Chris replied calmly.

"Things change. People change. I've changed," I said back. "I chose to join them, and you can't change that. Deal with it."

"I didn't come here to change your mind about anything," Chris replied. "But…"

"Then why did you come? Thought I'd give something away that would help you destroy our plans?" I interrupted, feeling powerful. Using anger was a tactic that really got your adrenaline rushing.

"No, Sam. I came here to tell you that…"

"Don't. I won't tell you anything, and you can't change anything. So stop wasting both of our time and get out," I interrupted him again, starting to feel a little repetitive.

"You want me gone? Fine," Chris replied, giving up on whatever he'd come for. "Just answer me this: Yes or no?"

"What?" I asked softly, forgetting my angry approach.

"Have you read the letter yet?" he asked in reply. The letter! I'd completely forgotten about it!

"No," I answered.

"Then forget it," Chris responded. "Goodbye." And with that he left, and I couldn't find the will to run after him and drag him back in here and tell him everything. Cause doing that would cost us his life.

Ehh, this chapter's okay in my opinion. I promise a better chapter 13!

I'm calling this a fluff chapter.

Read on!