AN: I'm posting early because it's my best friend's birthday and I'm going out. I wrote the end quickly so I'm afraid it might not be clear. If you have trouble understanding let me know and I will rewrite. Thank you Jenna for reviewing, I couldn't have Stacey go to prom with that wanker and Sam busting into prom was way too cheesy. So unfortunately she missed out =[

Sam yawned, stretching his arms high above his head before encircling the girl that shared his bed. She was still asleep.

They were in New York City in Sam's apartment. He shared it with three other people. Being the economically savvy students that they were it had occurred to them that it would be cheaper than student housing for the semester. Unfortunately it also meant his apartment was pretty cramped. Stacey had come to stay for the weekend and her luggage had barely fit in the room. Still he was comfortable, even more so at the moment with his girlfriend in his arms.

Stacey stirred, opening her eyes to see her boyfriend smiling at her.

"Morning beautiful," he said, grinning at her.

"Hi," she replied softly. He let her go so she could get herself comfortable.

"Sam," she said in the same tired voice, "I need to pee."

"Okay I'll go with you," he said moving to stand up.

"It's okay I remember where the bathroom is," she replied, confused as to why he would come.

He just grinned. "The lock doesn't work babe and there are three other dudes here. I'll guard the door for you."

"Oh," she replied and took the hand he offered to lead her down the narrow hall. He showed her to the correct room and then leaned against the closed door.

"Don't listen!" she called out.

He grinned, she was so cute. Nevertheless he stuck his fingers in his ears and hummed the theme to 'I Dream of Jeannie' which happened to be the first song he thought of. When she opened the door he nearly fell over backwards.

"Sorry," she said, grabbing his arm in a panic.

"It's okay," he said, steadying himself and managing not to fall on his ass.

In the corner of his eye he caught the sight of a door opening and quickly closing again.

"What was that?" Stacey asked, having not seen the door only hearing it.

"Ah, my room mate Francis," Sam said. "He's kinda shy."

"Oh, should I go say hi?" Stacey asked awkwardly.

"Just let him be for now," Sam smiled. "I'll introduce you later."

"Okay," she agreed and let him lead her by the hand back to his bedroom. When they lay down Sam wrapped both his arms and legs around her.

"It feels good having you here," he said happily.

"It's good being here," she replied, burrowing her face in his chest.

They stayed that way for a while until they were interrupted by soft tapping at the door.

"Yeah?" Sam called out, not moving an inch.

The door opened slowly to reveal a fairly nervous looking boy on the other side.

"Sam we need to talk about...oh I'm sorry," he said flustered. "I thought she had gone."

"Wait Frankie," Sam said, "this is my girlfriend Stacey. I told you she was staying here this weekend. Remember?"

"Oh, right," Francis agreed, clearly remembering no such thing.

"Hi," Stacey said, waving it what she hoped was friendly and not scary. She had some experience with shy, when she had first met Mary Anne she had treated her like she would attack her any second.

"I need to go now," Francis said shortly. "Bye."

"Are all your room mates like this?" Stacey asked feeling sorry for the poor guy.

"Well not really, but they kinda don't really hang around girls much. I mean one has a girlfriend but the other two..." he trailed off. "They are nice guys though."

"Aren't their girls in their course?" Stacey asked.

"Well yeah, but they're like maths girls," he said as if that explained everything.

"I like maths," Stacey pointed out, a little offended.

"Yeah but you're gorgeous," he smiled. "Most girls aren't like that period."

He paused to tuck some loose hair behind her ear before tipping her chin fondly.

"Why did he think I had left already?" Stacey asked suspiciously.

Sam just smiled. "Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to," he advised her.

"You had other girls here?" she asked sadly, turning her doe eyes toward him.

"Don't give me that Stace," he groaned. "I haven't been with another girl for ages."

"How long?" Stacey asked curiously.

"I don't know," he said, "It's not like I was counting the days. Does it bother you?" he asked noticing she still looked upset.

"No," she said but her eyes were telling him something different.

"Stacey," he said rubbing her arm, "what's really wrong here?"

"I don't know," she said softly.

"Yes you do," he said firmly but not harshly. "Tell me."

Her lip quivered.

"Whoa," he said, "don't cry about this," he said sweetly. "Come here," he pulled her in as tight as he could.

"It's just, Troy said and I'm afraid," she said incoherently.

Sam frowned, this whole thing must be left over issues from her asshole ex-boyfriend. God, he hated that guy.

"Stacey," he said trying to keep the pain out of his own voice. "Are you afraid I'm going to sleep with you and then dump you?"

The two times they had slept together it had been under less than romantic circumstances, but he hadn't treated her badly. He never treated any girl badly.

She shook her head no. She was caught somewhere between hiccuping and sobbing.

"It's okay," he said rubbing her back, "tell me when you're ready."

"Troy said you were only ever interested in me because you wanted to sleep with me," she finally managed to say.

"What the hell would he know about it!" Sam exploded.

"I don't know," Stacey recoiled.

Sam seen how scared she looked and calmed down quickly.

"Stacey, I want you because I love you." He grabbed her again. "I love everything about you from your beautiful eyes to your crazy pig collection. That stupid fucking asshole is the one that dated you to try and sleep with you. I'm not him Stace."

Now he really wanted to hurt that guy.

"It's just, when your car broke down that time...you asked me to come over afterward. Was it to sleep with you?"

"Well yeah," he admitted. "I'm not going to apologise for wanting you Stacey."

"It's just. You never have girlfriends Sam."

He understood. "Oh I get it you think that I think the only way I can trick you into sleeping with me again is if you're my girlfriend," he said more harshly than he intended.

"I'm sorry," Stacey apologised. "I know it's dumb."

"Stacey did I sleep with you last night?" he asked patiently although he was far from calm.

"No," she said quietly.

"See, it's you I want. Not just your body okay?"

"Okay," Stacey sniffed.

"I'll tell you what," Sam said. "I want even mention anything about sleeping with you until you make the first move okay? You take as long as you like."

"I'm sorry," she apologised again. "It's just something that I was afraid of."

"Hey I get it," Sam replied taking her hand and kissing it. "Can you do me a favour and forget everything that bastard ever told you?"

"Okay," she agreed.

"Okay," he repeated, "let's go get breakfast." He ruffled her hair fondly, "I don't want you getting sick."