"Hey, sexy!" Fang said, walking over and wrapping his arms gingerly around my waist. I leaned in and kissed him, tangling my hands in his hair. He leaned against a wall and I began to wrap one of my legs around his. We continued making out, and I swear, it was the best thing. His lips were pressed perfectly to mine. We began to back into my room, still kissing when-

"What the hell?!" I heard Ella exclaim, bursting me from dreamland.

"Wha-what is it?" I screamed, rolling out of bed, only in my underwear. Shit. It was lacy.

"Shit, Ella, hurry I need to throw on some clothes." I said.

"Someones throwing stones at your window!" She said pointing. I dashed over... Well as fast I could dash over with no crutches and a broken ankle. Shit. Shit. Shit. That was the worst idea! What the hell is wrong with me?!

Sam stopped throwing and paused.

"New look?" He asked chuckling.

I looked down,"Shit! I totally forgot!"

"No- I think it looks good on you!"

"Shut up, asshole!" I said, jokingly, then slammed my window shut, closing my curtains.

I quickly threw on some clothing and grabbed my crutches.

I went down the stairs and came out the door.

"No, it really was a great look!" He said winking.

"You would know!" I said elbowing him.

He helped me into his car and drove me with him to lunch. Thank God for weekends.

"Wow what happened to your leg?"

"Woah, that looks so bad!"

"Can I sign your cast?"

Those were few of many I got.

Finally when our waitress got there and said, "Wow, what happened?"

I said, "What?"

"Your leg?"

"Oh my God! When'd that happen?! Sam quick do something!" I exclaimed.

"Oh this is so weird! How can this be happening?" Sam said. Bless him, he was trying.

"We need to leave, and go find help!" I yelled. Sam picked me up into one of his arms bridal style and with the other arm grabbed my crutches.

"Charge!" I yelled and we bolted out the doors, and hopped into his car.

He was laughing so hard he was crying, "Man! I need that security tape... So now where will we go for lunch?"

"Subway!" I exclaimed happily.

We started chanting and by the time we got there we couldn't see straight from laughing.

We pulled up and there stood Fang in a Subway uniform, making out with some blonde haired chick.

I don't even think I made a great face. I reacted pretty subtly though. I got out of the car and grabbed my crutches, then winked at Sam so he knew to play a long.

"So how'd you break your leg?" He asked.

"Oh, some black haired kid named Fang came over to my house and beat my boyfriend and I up." I said shrugging.

We watched as the blonde girl pulled back and looked at him. Her mouth began to drop and she stomped away.

If someone could run on crutches I swear that's what I was doing.

We walked in and ordered. Right as our sandwiches were finishing he clocked in and started working on the soup Sam and I ordered.

We waited for the soup to warm up and waited.

"Do you trust him?" I whispered to Sam.

Sam looked at me curiously, "No. But in this instant... With what?"

"Our food." I said.

"I'll try it first if it helps." He said, then leaned over and kissed me. We began to subtly make out but then it became very passionate and strong. We were going at it for a while and it was lovely. We may or may not have thrown a tiny bit of tongue in. Who am I kidding? It was a lot. It was a war. And I loved it. We were almost at a point to where if we continued more, hormones might attack and we-

"Ahem." Fang said clearing his throat rudely. Sam and I drew away from each other and there was a soft smack sound as we did so.

"Your soup..." He said sliding it on the table angst like.

"Thanks." I said coldly.

Sam slid it over and took a slurp of the soup, then started coughing and fell out of his chair he continued coughing and rasply breathing, I was at his side in seconds.

"Sam are you alright?!" I was freaking out.

"I... I... I need mouth to mouth." He muttered. I slapped his arm.

"Gah! Sam how dare you scare me like that!" I yelled. But then I watched as Sam passed out.

"Sam? Sam this isn't funny anymore." I looked over my shoulder for just a sign he was joking. But then I saw it. The smirk on Fang's face. And there was. A syringe. In. His. Hand.

"Oh, I'm gonna kick your ass!" I screamed.

"With what your broken leg?" He yelled. That pissed me off so much. I got really mad. I looked around for something to use. I flung my crutch at him.

"ASS WHAT DID YOU PUT IN IT?!" I yelled.

"Morphine, calm down!" My eyes grew. He didn't. He did.

"Are you kidding?" I exclaimed.

"What?" He chuckled.

"He's allergic to morphine you dick!" I screamed flinging my other crutch at him which actually hit him.

A women came running out and to Sam's side. She had a first aid kit and a syringe in her hand, then she flung it into Sam's leg.

"Its okay, honey. And don't worry. He's fired." She said.

Sam's mom came and picked him up. Fang and I just stood there awkwardly, then he went and picked up my crutch.

"Why are you being so dickish?" I said sliding down the wall I was leaning on to where I was sitting down.

"I... Because I want you. I want you more then others and I know its selfish but can't you just see? I've only done this for you. I didn't mean to but... Something took over. I just... I wanted you and only you." He said looking away,"I'm sorry... I should go..." He said and ran off.

"Shit, now how do I get home?!"