"YES! HELL YES!" --Will Calhanan

The meal itself was very uneventful, just a bunch of talk from the guys about various sports. We were at Pizza Hut, eating of course, pizza!

But then, Will had to ruin the niceness of the mood. Ugh.

"Hey, Sam, wanna go make out, out back?" He whispered in my ear.

I rolled my eyes. "Hey, Will. How bout not?"

"You suck. My dick."

"You wish."

"I do, baby, I do."

I glance at Matt and try to will his head to face me. If he realized his brother was sexually harassing me he would save me. Right? I bite my lip, frustrated.

"Ooh, look it's a claw machine. Want me to get you a stuffed animal Sammy?" Will gave me puppy eyes.

"Oh I doubt you'd get anything. We all think it's rigged," Evan says, mouth full of pizza. "No one has ever gotten a prize, unless you break in the machine. So you know, I would rethink that offer."

Will scoffed, "Hey, kid, I was born for challenges. Step aside." He stood up and made his way to the claw machine. Everybody was watching him, and Seth was getting annoyed I can tell.

"What the hell is he doing? Matt, tell your brother to stop, seriously," Seth frowned.

"Hey, I'm his brother, not his conscious." Matt shot back.

Will was intently staring at the machine, his eyes focused on that tiny claw. He went for this tiny stuffed turtle that was adorable. His claw lunged... and missed. He kicked the machine in protest. "What the fuck? I totally had that!"

He tried again and came up empty handed.

"Fuck!" He pounded the machine."

I stood up and walked over to him. I put my hand on his back, "Hey, chill. People are staring."

He grinned at me, "Then let's show them something to look at."

"That's like cheesey beyond comprehension it's not even funny."

"Shuttup and let me do this Sam."

I shrugged and let him back to failing at failing.

I was heading back to the table when I hard a triumphant yell. "YES! HELL YES!"

I turned around to see Will jumping around, a little turtle in his hand. I laughed softly, unbelieving this sight. "Whoa, okay, that is NOT possible. How did you do that?"

He gave me a soft grin. "I think this belongs to you." He put the turtle in my hands, and walked out of the restaurant.

I cannot believe how big his ego is. Evan screamed, "HEY, MY RIDE JUST WALKED OUT! GUYS C'MON! LET'S GOOO!"

He scrambled out of his seat. "Hey! William! MR. CALHANAN! Jesus, where is he?"

I got home and found out that Evan was sleeping over, and that Bea was coming over later. I also found out that Matt was gunna be over too. Oh. My. God. It's gunna be soo embarrassing to be in front of him in my bunny pajamas. Not to self: Don't wear bunny pajamas tonight.

"Hey, Sam, whattya think of Damien?"

"Total perv."

"At least a hot one?"

"Sure. Let's give him THAT qualifying trait."

"Okay then... how about Casey?"

"Oh him, he is super cool. I like him."

"Well... he has nice legs."

I roll my eyes. "Can't you see anything but the looks?

He sighs. "Look, it's a guy thing. The first thing we look for in a... um "mate" is attractiveness."

"A guy thing? In like general? Like how a girl thing is thinking your periods a pain in the butt? Like it's universal? You serious?"

I groaned. Matt will NEVER like me. He probably only thinks of me as some little annoying sister.

Evan shrugged, "Oh, but don't you think Will was something?"

I turned and glanced at the turtle that I out on my counter, all smiley at me. I frowned. "This conversation is over."

Evan grinned. "You so like him. He got you a turtle. How can you not like him?"

I rolled my eyes, "My affections belong to Matt. And ONLY Matt, so don't try setting me up with his brother."

Evan sighed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure."

I stuck my tongue out at him and walked out of my room. I made my way over to the kitchen and started fixing myself a snack. At like 8 o'clock. Ugh I'm such a pig.

"I love seeing a women in the kitchen."

I jumped, knowing that voice anywhere.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" I said through clenched teeth.

Will smirked, "Is that anyway to talk to your prince, princess?"

I scoffed. "HA! You? A prince? In your dreams."

"And in yours too sweetie."

I sighed. "That little comment had so many flaws in it I'm not even kidding. I haven't even gotten sleep since I met you. How am I supposed to dream about you?"

"You've been awaiting me. I know it. You love me. You want me."

I laughed. "Oh wow. You got me there buddy. How'd you know? I've been secretly desiring you ever since I saw you. Oh please, baby. Just get inside me would ya?" I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled. "It's not that hard to tell you have the hots for me. Just admit it cutie."

"Okay, look it here ass face, I don't like you. Remotely. So don't think you can just make me swoon at your feet."

He frowned. "Oh, that's Matt's job right? Making you swoon to him?"

I froze.

He smirked. "It's so obvious Samantha. You stare at him all the time. I can see it. Just because I'm not smart, doesn't mean I'm not smart." That didn't even make sense.

My hand was trembling. "Shuttup. Shuttup Will. Just please." I stepped backwards, ramming myself into the counter. I could feel my hands getting clammy. Everything was in slow motion.

Will walked over to me and put his arms around my waist. The look in his eyes made me want to shoot my self. They were so... desiring. Did that make sense?

I stopped breathing. "Will, stop, please. Just stop," I whispered into his neck.

Which is when he pulled me into a hug. And all I could hear was the hammering of his heart against my ears.

"He WHAT?!"

I slammed my hand against Bea's mouth. "Shhh. Stop being so loud. God." But I was thinking the same exact words in my head. After he hugged me, he just let go, said goodbye, and walked out. I was still standing there my eyes wide when Bea arrived.

I just told her the whole story about how he was such a pig and then he hugged me. All in one day too. I was going to die.

Evan was the only one not surprised. "Oh geez, it's so obvious he likes you."

I smacked his arm. "I doubt he actually likes me. It's all... I don't know, lust. And he knows about Matt now."

Evan shook his head, "If it was lust, he would have raped you."

"Now that's a comforting thought," Bea smiled at me.

I groaned. "Wow, you guys are great. Hey I'm gunna take a shower." I got my pajamas and went to the bathroom in the hall since my bathroom doesn't have a shower for some absurd reason. "Oh, and Evan, If you steal my clothes again, I swear I'll kill you."

I closed the door and locked it. But the thing was, Evan can pick locks easily. But I hope he'll be nice. The last time he stole my clothes, the neighbors called the cops because a naked girl was running around in their lawn. Long story.

I went in to shower and started singing softly. Hey, it's the shower, what else do you do besides start singing? But I was actually really tone deaf so the only I actually sang was when I was in the shower. Nothing like solitude and some music while hot water is running down your back.

I finally got out after doing my normal stuff when I noticed- my clothes. They weren't there. And he didn't even leave my towel. Instead, apparently Evan left my best lingerie. A red lacy, practically see through bra and a hot pink thong. Ok, either walk to my room naked, or like a FAIL Victoria Secret's model. Tough choice.

Okay, I'd rather be a Victoria Secret's model. I put on the bra and underwear, and peek my head out the door. Coast clear. I then scurry to my room, head down, when- CRASH!

I ran into someone's very hard body. We both fell and I was on top of him. Matt. With nothing on but a bra and thong. Gulp.

"Oh god, Sam, damn I'm so sorry. Jeez-" He stopped talking to stare at what I was wearing. He got so red I almost died.

I said one word- "Evan."

He then burst out laughing. "OH-"laugh"MY-"laugh"GOD!"laughlaughlaugh.

I turned crimson. "Yeah, I'll just go to my room..."

He chuckled, "Hey wait, have this." He handed me his sweater. "If Seth see's you like this he'll have a hernia."

I made a face. "Um, ew?"

He laughed, "Yeah. Ew."

Matt turned around, said, "I like your bra," then walked away.

I felt my cheeks heat up. "Um, thanks," I whispered.

I felt like a cloud took me to my room. Then I noticed the two people in it.

"Evan. I will not go to your funeral, because I would probably be in jail for your murder."

He grinned. "Hey, what no thank you? You have his sweater. And anyways, Bea helped pick out the stuff. Some pretty hot stuff in there." He winked.

I threw my pillow at him. "I hate you." I then threw my shoe at Bea. "You too. Don't be surprised if when you wake up, you aren't on Earth anymore."

But my attempt at threats were pathetic. They both knew I could barely pass P.E. Which, I know, is pathetic. I'm just naturally lazy.

Bea smirked, "Go put on some clothes, but seriously, LOVE THAT THONG!" She snapped it.

I blushed, "UGH, you suck."

Evan smirked, "Suck what?"

I made a face, "I don't know, you guys just suck in general, you don't really suck anything, just the fact that your living makes everything suck. And just suck. Not like suck anything. Just plain suckage. Yeah, that's the word. It's just plain... suckage."

"I still say I suck other things then suckage," Evan said, sighing.

"Wow, I didn't even know you could suck suckage. Hm. Weird." Bea stared at my ceiling thoughtfully.

"Oh my god, you guys suck."

Evan smiled. "Suck what?"

There's something about the weekend that's pretty awesome. Is it the fact that there's no school? Nah, that's not it. Is it the fact that you get to sleep in? Oh no. It's the fact that when you wake and go in to your kitchen for breakfast, Matt is there shirtless eating cereal. And of course I screamed.

"AH!" I jumped at the sight of Matt's chest.

He smiled at me, "Oh, hey Sam. Should I put a shirt on?"

I blinked rapidly. Thoughts were racing through my head- No, I like it off. No, I am NOT going to say that, Uhm please please put a shirt on, and lose this fabulous opportunity to see his chest? No way. So I ended up saying, "Gurglemuphiepoo."

He raised an eyebrow. "Say what?"

I panicked. "Uh, can I have some cereal?"

He shrugged and nudged the box to me. Our hands touched. Oh. My. God. I feel like I'm 13 all over again and I got my first kiss to Jake Richards, the transfer student from Europe.

I poured the Captain Crunch and stared at Matt as he ate. Is it weird to get like super excited when you see you crush eating cereal shirtless? Especially when he puts that spoon in his mouth. Whoa.

I look down and carefully eat.

"So, Seth said he got it all planned out. You know, the party."

I nod.

"It's gunna be next weekend right, and we're gunna invite every freaking person on our phone under the age of 21 and over the age of 15. It's gunna be so awesome."

I nod.

"So... who're you going to invite?"

I look up. "Um. Ya know. Evan. Bea. Maybe some other people."

He nods. "Right." The conversation dies off. It gets so awkward, that I want to scream.

I look at the counter next to me. A rush of images float through my mind.

"Please, stop."... Hug... Heartbeat near my ear.

I freeze. "Will..." I murmur softly.

Matt looks up. "What? Did you just say Will?"

I look at him, brain searching for excuses for saying his name.

"Oh, yeah, um. We should, you know, invite him?" I half shrug.

Matt looks thoughtfully. "Well... he's probably coming anyway... Anyway, I think he likes you." He chews his cereal slowly.

I narrow my eyes. "Ha ha, Matt. Very funny."

Matt widens his eyes. "No, seriously! I mean, he got you a turtle."

This is not what I wanted. I did not want to be talking to the love of my life about his older brother's infatuation with me, no I did not. It would be so much cooler to talk about how we were secretly in love with each other and such. But no. It was so obvious Matt didn't like me. I mean how could he if he's so calm about talking about Will and me?

I hate my life.

"I'm sorry Matt, I can't talk about this." I put away my bowl and went up stairs, feeling like shit.

I was feeling very down when Evan and Bea left. But I got a little happy because maybe Seth would take me to the movies. But no. He left too, to hang out with "Stacy." Ugh. That bitch face.

While I was alone I realized how scared I was. So I got dressed and paced my room. Then I saw Matt's sweater on my chair. I grabbed it and put it on, that clean Dove smell engulfing me. Then I realized what I was doing. I was pathetic. I called Seth,

"Seth. I'm bored. So bored. Come home."

I heard giggling in the background. "Look Sam, I'm busy."

Then I heard Stacy's nasal voice. "Seth-y boo, I'm not done with you yet."

Then I heard the phone drop. Thud. Ew. Ew. Ew.

But somebody made my day. Very much. My next door neighbor Cam. Cam is a 14 year old fireball of... well fire. He has the most adorable crush on me and will do anything to make me happy. I love him to death.

I was at first feeling very down, when I heard my phone ring. I picked it up, it was my next door neighbor Cam. Cam is a 14 year old fireball of... well fire. He has the most adorable crush on me and will do anything to make me happy. I love him to death. "Go your window." his maturing voice said.

I walked over to it and saw Cam waving at my window. I smiled. Aww, he was so adorable.

He had bright red hair and the truest bluest eyes I've seen in a while. I opened my window.

"Hey Cam!"

He laughed, "COME DOWN STAIRS."

I grinned. I ran down stairs to Cam. He smiled at me. "Okay, so, your brother called me and said you were being emo and all lonely. So, we're going to see that new iron man movie."

I smiled. "Yay! Movies!"

He smirked, "Your such a kid."

I shook my head, "Nah, your the kid, I'm the grown up. I'm supposed to SUPERVISE YOU. Heh."

Then we were off. (To see the Wizard! The Wonderful Wizard of Oz! (Or iron man.))

When we got to the theater I saw Will. Yes Will. That Will. He was flirting with popcorn girl.

I froze. "Um, Cam. Wanna have pizza first?"

He narrowed his eyes, "We just had pizza."

"No we didn't."

"Yes we did."

"No we didn't!"

Apparently our childish argument attracted the attention of others. And Will. He looked at me, and smirked. The nerve! He then wrote something on popcorn girl's hand and walked over to me and Cam in 3 long strides.

"Stalking me?" He asked.

I frown. "Uh never. Never ever ever ever."

Cam grinned. "Never say never. And never ever say never ever."

Will looked at Cam and sized him up. Cam was only about 5"10, whereas Will was way over 6 feet. Me? I don't even want to say.

Will then smiled, as if satisfied. "Another one of your gay friends, Sam?"

Suddenly the lucky-go smile on Cam's face dissapeared. I already knew how Cam got made fun of, being a "ginger", but did people also tease him for being gay? Which he is so not. I think.

"Hey seriously Will, why do I always end up having to defend my friends around you? First of all, why would you even make the assumption that Cam's gay. And even if he was, he wouldn't just be a gay friend, he's one of my good friends and if you have a problem with that say it. You know. The problem." I nervously put my hands in my pockets.

Will smiled at me. "I think your cute when you get mad." He tweaked my nose. "And about your friend, calm down. It's a joke."

He then did that guy nod at Cam and walked out, grinning at the popcorn girl saying, "Bye Sandra! Call me!"

Sandra grinned, "Bye William!"

I was going to barf.

But I looked at Cam who looked like he was about to barf too. But out of his nose.

He quickly ran out of the theater and away.

In the end, we did not see Iron Man 2. Instead I spent two hours looking for him, and found him at McDonalds, stuffing his face. I felt like I was going to cry.

I waked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He looked up. "Hey Sam," he said, all cheery.

Wait, WHAT?!

I bite my lip, "Cam, you alright?"

He stared at me for a while. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be." The look in his eyes were all like, 'That never happened.'

I smiled tentatively, sensing his vibe. "Right, nothing. Nothing should be wrong." I looked at the seat across from him. "Can I sit?"

He nodded.

I nodded.

We talked over bad hamburgers and fries.

When I got home that night, I felt like crap. It was 9 o'clock and there was nothing to do. On a Saturday too.

I just want to sleep and think. Think about Matt. Think about Will. Oh my god, Will. I hated him. I wanna take his ego and stomp right all over it. All. Over. It.

I wanted to take that curly black hair and pull until it all comes out, in puffs. I wanna kick him in places where he doesn't want to be kicked.

I hated him. Oh so much. But I couldn't stop thinking about him.

But what I hated the most, was that it was his voice, lulling me to sleep, his turtle I held in my arms as my eyes closed.



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