AN: Jenna thanks for reviewing again, if I write a longer story (which I do hope to do) I promise to include a sleep over scene with the BSC (although maybe not Jessi and Mallory. I just never warmed up to those two.) I did go back over my last three chapters and I couldn't find anything wrong (though I suppose this is to be expected as it is my bad grammar to begin with :P). When I finish the story I'll probably go over it and try to clean it up a little more. Anyway here is the next chapter.

"Did you date...her?"

Sam cocked his head to see the photograph. He was hanging over the side of his bed, his head touching the floor whilst he half heartedly read through his textbook. His room mate Nick was flipping through his old high school yearbook. He had asked to see Sam's old girlfriend and Sam had made him try and guess which one she was.

"I think I took her out like once or something," Sam replied, recognising the girl as Emily Gates.

"How about her?" Nick snorted, pointing at a girl Sam didn't recognise, but evidently one whom genetics had not been kind to.

"Keep looking," Sam replied lazily after rolling his eyes.

"Oh man look at this girl," Nick said, turning the book over to show Sam Stacey's picture.

"There's my girl," Sam smiled.

"Wait this is your ex-girlfriend?"

"Yup," Sam replied.

"Holy shit," Nick said, evidently he was impressed.

Sam just smiled and rolled back around so he was sitting upright again.

"Wait, that's nothing," he said. Briefly wondering where the hell he had put it, he searched through his drawers until he found what he was looking for. It was the most recent letter Stacey had sent him. She had gone on a holiday with her father to Berlin and with the letter she had sent him a photograph of her standing in front of some remnants of the Berlin Wall.

Sam looked at the photograph a moment before handing it to his room mate. She had sent him the letter weeks ago and he had meant to reply but he just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

"Oh whoa," Nick said snatching the photograph. "You dumped this girl?"

"Yeah...It's complicated," Sam sniffed. "She's really beautiful though huh?" Sam said fondly. "You should see her in the flesh. She'd knock you out."

"Alright," Nick said.

"What?" Sam was confused.

"I want to see her," Nick clarified.

"No way," Sam smiled, "I'm not subjecting her to the likes of you."

"Why not?" Nick said still staring at the photograph. He looked up. "Invite her to Scott's Christmas party."

Sam thought about it. He hadn't seen her for ages. "If I invite her you absolutely cannot hit on her," Sam warned.

"Why not?" Nick asked grinning.

"Because she's still mine," he grinned back.

"Call her now," Nick said handing Sam the phone.

"I can't," he replied, placing the receiver back in the cradle. "She's still at school."

"Oh yeah, she's younger huh?" Nick remembered.

"She sure is," Sam replied, resting back on his bed.

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It wasn't until later that afternoon that Nick reminded Sam that he had said he would call Stacey. They set aside their work and Sam fished around for his address book before turning the pages until he found M. He grabbed the phone and punched in her number. Then he sat back and waited.

He listened to the phone ring once, twice, three times. He tapped his fingers on his desk waiting for her to answer.

"Hello," puffed a female voice on the other end.

"Hey Stace," Sam couldn't help grinning. "Did you just get in? You're out of breath."

"Yeah," she said, finally catching her breath. "I thought the phone was going to ring out."

"You're so cute," he smiled even wider. "Listen, my room mate Nick really wants you to come to our friend Scott's Christmas party. I told him that I'd ask you if he promised not to hit on you."

Stacey giggled before going quiet, Sam figured she was thinking about the offer. "Do you want me to come?" she asked nervously.

"Of course," he replied. "I haven't seen you for ages."

"Okay," she agreed happily, "when is it?"

He gave her all the relevant information before deciding he would just drive into Stoneybrook and pick her up.

"It's so far though, are you sure you don't mind," she asked.

"Course not," he said waving his hand although she had no way to see him. "It'll give me a chance to see my family."

"Okay, if you don't mind," she said.

"Alright, I'll see you soon," he said, "goodbye princess."

"Bye Sam," he heard before he lowered his receiver.

"She's coming," he said simply to Nick who had been listening in to the conversation.

"It's really weird," Nick said looking at Sam suspiciously. "How do you have such a good relationship with your ex? I think mine all want to kill me."

"Yeah well I'm not an asshole," Sam retorted, rolling to the side to avoid the pillow that was launched at his head. "Besides, I don't really have girlfriends. I just kinda date girls. She was my only actual, legitimate girlfriend, and we've always been friendly. I've known her for," he added it in his head, "four years? Or maybe a bit longer."

"Jesus," Nick said wide eyed.

Sam just shrugged, "she's fun...and pretty...and a doll."

"So why'd you dump her," Nick asked raising an eyebrow.

"You know what," Sam sighed. "I have no idea."

AN: I had a bit of a childhood flashback with the snail mail and address book. I used to send photographs in the mail too.