"You should add me on Facebook," Sam told me after the movie was finished. I was impressed with myself. It was the first time I didn't cry at the end, but I sure as heck was not going to admit it.
"I would, but I just deleted my account. Lucy and the others kept harassing me, and blocking them didn't do any good. So I just deleted my account." I told him.
"Really? You don't have a Facebook? That's absurd," Sam laughed and picked a piece of popcorn out of my hair. I took it from him and popped it in my mouth because there was no popcorn left and I still wanted some. He eyed me as if I were a foul-looking beast, but shrugged and helped me take care of the movie.
"Do you want to stay for dinner?" I asked him.
"Sure, why not?" I nodded and went into the kitchen, carrying a handful of popcorn that'd been on the floor and some other trash.
"I'm making spaghetti tonight," I announced as I dug out two pots, some noodles, and the spaghetti sauce.
Sam helped me make it, and just as we were finishing up, dumping the noodles out of the strainer and back into the pot, my mom came home.
"Oh, hello Sam. What are you two making?" My mom asked. She took off her high heals and hung up her coat in the closet.
"Spaghetti," we said together, and began laughing.
"I see you've been painting, Nikki. Did you finish the pier?" My mom asked.
"No, I wasn't painting. I just didn't feel like dressing up today. And the pier is still unfinished. Sam thinks I shouldn't add the boat," I told her, grabbing out three plates.
Mom didn't seem to believe me about not painting, but she didn't say anything else. I saw her smiling to herself as she went to sit on the couch, and I thought she was pleased that I had a friend again. I was pretty pleased as well, even if things were falling apart around us.
I served mom her spaghetti, and the three of us sat down at the dining room table to eat.
"So how have you been lately, Sam? I haven't seen you around much." She threw me a side-long glance, as if to say, Why didn't you invite him over sooner? I've been wanting to meet him properly! She was trying to be casual about her interest, but I could see through it.
"Well, I've been okay. My dad just had surgery last month, which is why we haven't hung out so much." He looked up at me, and we locked eyes for a second. He didn't say anything about his mom, which was a good thing because my mother would've thrown a fit and stressed over him. She'd have wanted to baby him and fix him up, like she does with everything else.
"Oh, that's too bad. Is he alright?" She replied. Sam nodded, his mouth full of spaghetti. Sauce trickled down his chin, and I pointed it out to him, trying not to laugh in the process.
My mother stared at the two of us, Sam and I, and I could see the gears churning in her head. She was trying to figure out if there was anything more than friendship between us, and I wanted to shriek in outrage.
After dinner, Sam helped me with my Biology notes, and even some of my math. I was a smart girl, with straight A's, but I wasn't a prodigy; there were just some things I did not get, but after Sam finished explaining them to me, I didn't have a problem with it.
"Thanks a bunch," I told him. We were sitting cross-legged on my bed, books sprawled out between us. I had my iPod playing softly in the background, but neither of us payed it any attention until we'd finished.
"Can I look through your iPod?" He asked. I handed it over to him, pausing the song. "What kind of music is this? Angels and Airwaves, Death Cab for Cutie... Who's Alex Goot?" He'd never heard of any of them, and I was positively astonished.
"No. I'm sorry. We can't be friends if you don't know who these people are. Get out of my room," I joked. We burst out laughing, and I realized with a start that it was well past eleven P.M. "You should probably get going, so we don't have trouble getting up in the morning," I mumbled. He looked at the time as well, and nodded grimly.
"Yeah. I leave tomorrow at ten." I stared at him, not comprehending what he was saying. And then it dawned on me. Tomorrow was Friday, and he'd be going back to his home to see his mom one last time.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot for a moment." I stared down at my ankles. When Sam had been in the bathroom earlier, I'd changed into some pajama shorts and a tank top, so my legs and arms were bare. I untwisted my legs and stood up off my bed, almost losing my balance. My legs had fallen asleep. Sam caught me, though, and stood up next to me.
I wrapped my arms around his torso, and he hugged me tight for a moment. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I leaned up and kissed his mouth. I started to pull away, in shock, but Sam wasn't letting me. He kissed me back, and my heart was racing. It lasted for almost a minute, when he pulled back and looked at me.
I didn't know what to say, and I just stared in his eyes, which were wild and fierce and gentle all at the same time. I couldn't find my voice.
"I should go. I'll call you when school gets out, if you want." He looked excited and uncomfortable. I nodded, still unable to locate that stupid voice of mine.
We stood there, still wrapped in each others arms, not moving. I cleared my throat, and he dropped his arms back to his side. I followed his example. He looked like he wanted to say more, or kiss me again--I couldn't tell which, but instead he scooped up his back pack, and slid out of my window. I was still standing there, my mind buzzing, when I heard his window gently slide back into place.
What the hell just happened? I wondered.