Sam always took a shine to the dark side of things, because she was not as dark as the darkest of creatures, but at the same time the dark protected her. No matter how fucked up she got, the dark side would be waiting in the wings for her. She wouldn't call herself an addict to anything, just an adventurer. Music always followed her on her travels to hell because she knew how to drown in a guitar solo when she was numb. She dated as much as she wanted whenever she wanted, cause why not? It gave her people to talk to at night, when her friends were out partying. She felt bad for Freddie, because Carly told him she only dated assholes. Granted she had her own romantic troubles right now, a guy she used to knw before he graduated, who didn't object to their heavy flirting or roleplaying, but also didn't want a relationship. She logged onto Facebook and almost instantly, " Hey bae." She grinned trying to think up a response. She saw her messager go off from Freddie, but not wanting to hear about Carly for the next hour, she didn't even check it. Freddie moved onto texting her phone after that, and she still ignored him. She'd been really anxious to talk to this guy, whenever things heated up too much, he'd disappear with no warning. She sighed checking the voicemail Freddie sent, which was this annoying song, "Ass Like That," by Eminem, that he knew got stuck in her head and annoyed the ever loving crap out of her. She'd sell her soul, just for love. Hell romance made everything better. It helped her survive late night talks with an exhausted and depressed Freddie. He was nothing if not protective of Carly.