"And now for the finishing touch." Sam said, rummaging through a drawer and pulling out black nail polish.

"Are you sure about this, Sam?" Tucker asked, pulling at the spiked choker wrapped around his neck.

"Positive." She reached out and grabbed his hand.

Tucker cringed as she began to paint them.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Do you want to get rid of 'bad luck Tuck' or not?"

He relaxed his shoulders. "Fine, paint on."

A few minutes later Sam finished painting the former-techno geek's nails. She stepped back and looked at Tucker up and down. She smiled, satisfied with her job.

"Can I see now?" Tucker begged.

Sam grabbed a hand mirror off her dresser and handed it to Tucker.

He slowly pulled the mirror up and examined himself. "Holy sh-"

Sam cleared her throat. "My parent's are in the room next to us."

Tucker ignored her and continued looking in the mirror. His hair was spiked and his eyes were thickly lined in eyeliner. He set the mirror down and then held out his hands and looked at his black nails.

"I look..."

Sam prepared for the worse.

"AMAZING!"

She gasped. "Y-you like it?" she stammered.

"Like it? Love it!"

Sam didn't know what to say. The only reason she gave Tucker a makeover was to encourage him to be comfortable with his own style. She never expected that he would actually like it.

She grabbed a pack of makeup removing towelettes and walked over to him. "You know what, I don't think goth fits you too well. Maybe we should try something else?" she pulled one out and tried to wipe the eyeliner off of Tucker.

He pushed her hand away. "Woah, woah. Cut it out, Sam."

"What?"

Tucker folded his arms in disgust. "You think you're the only one allowed to be goth in Amity Park?"

"That's not what I'm saying at all! I just don't think this look suits you." she said. "We both know this isn't the real you."

"Who's to say you know the real me?" he stood up out of the chair.

Sam tucked the makeup remover wipe back into the package. "Oh, stop being so dramatic."

Tucker scowled. "I'll see you later." he started walking out of the room.

Sam followed after him. "Come on Tuck, don't be like that."

Tucker pulled out his PDA to look at the time. "I've got to get home for dinner." He started putting it back in his pocket but then he froze. "Well, I guess if I'm not going to be a techno-geek anymore, I won't be needing this." he tossed the PDA in the trash.

Sam's jaw dropped. "Dude, are you crazy? You've been in love with your PDA since the fourth grade!" she quickly grabbed it out of the trash.

"Well if you want it so much, keep it. See you tomorrow."

Sam couldn't believe everything that had just happened in the last five minutes. She looked down at the PDA and frowned. She opened a drawer to her dresser and tossed it in. She knew that Tucker would eventually want it back. Well, she hoped he would want it back.

Sam pulled out her phone and texted Danny.

I may have just made a huge mistake.

A few seconds later Danny texted back.

What do you mean?

Danny's eyes shot out of his head. "What the hell!"

Sam looked down in disappointment. "I told you it was bad."

Tucker walked over to them and noticed the shocked look on Danny's face. "What's your problem?"

"I just... never thought I'd see the day where you gave up your PDA for nail polish." he gave a small laugh.

Tucker rolled his eyes.

"Speaking of his PDA..." she rummaged through her backpack and pulled it out. "Are you sure you don't want this back?" She waved it in front of his face as if Tucker was a dog and the PDA was a treat.

He pushed it away from him. "I don't want it, Sam. I'm not about that life anymore." Sam scoffed.

Just then Dash and Kwan walked by them to go to their normal bench but Dash froze and stared at Tucker. "What's up with you? Halloween was months ago." Dash laughed and Kwan gave him a high five.

"C'mon guys." Sam said.

Tucker stuck his tongue out at the two jocks and then they walked over to their bench.

"Did you guy's do Lancer's homework? If I get a D on my progress report my parents are going to kill me." Danny set his backpack on the bench and pulled out his lunch.

"Well it can't be that bad, I mean you already are half-dead." She smiled and took a bite of her ultra-recyclo-vegetarian sandwich.

"Ha. Ha." Danny said sarcastically. "What about you Tuck?" he turned to him.

"Yeah it's in my bag." Tucker said, standing up. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go by pizza." he pulled a couple dollars out of his pocket and headed over to the Cafe.

Danny pulled Tucker's backpack over to his side and rummaged through it. He froze. "Is this eyeliner?" he looked to Sam in horror.

Sam's jaw dropped. "I can't believe he stole my eyeliner!" she snatched in from Danny and put it in her bag. "I was going crazy this morning because I couldn't find it, and Tucker had it! I thought he just didn't wash the eyeliner off from yesterday..."

A couple minutes later Tucker returned to their bench with his pizza. "Hey, so Sam, I was thinking about going to The Skulk and Lurk to check out some Edgar Allan Poe after school. You wanna come?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Wow, you steal my eyeliner, and now you want me to go to my library with you? Yeah, no thanks. I've got plans." she packed her lunch and left.

"What's her problem?" Tucker asked.

Danny shrugged. "I don't know. I mean she prides herself in being an individual," Danny looked at Tucker up and down. "But she's not looking so individual anymore."

Tucker scoffed. "Come on, Sam didn't invent goth."

"Whatever, dude." Danny said, uninterested.

Author's Note: Sorry it was kind of short. Hopefully I will upload next week, and it will be longer! Let me know what you think! :)