A/N: This is that whole "put your music player on shuffle and write 10 drabbles to 10 songs during the time the song is playing." I cheated a little, but not much. Anyway, I'll probably do another one of these some time, which is why I titled this one Volume 1. There are all major pairings in this except Creddie. I'm not sure why, I just didn't have many Creddie-inspired songs this time around haha. A lot of Spam, though. What can I say? I'm a die hard Spam fan.
I wanna dedicate this to Lucy Carrigan, my homegirl and fic buddy. She recently posted a fic like this (iRadio), and that's what inspired me to do it, too. If you read, please review!

Volume 1

Life Is A Perception Of Your Own Reality - Chiodos
Carly/Sam

I've always been envious of her. Yeah, we're best friends, but God… just look at her. She's amazing in every way. I couldn't even begin to explain how much I wanted to be like her.

But I could never be. I was just me… clumsy, rude, aggressive Sam. Carly is the epitome of teenage perfection. And if I could only have that for one day…

All these guys are after her, she has all these talents, she's the star of her own web show, and she's so pretty. If only I could be a better best friend…

Yet, I find myself not being envious of the guys she gets, or the clothes she wears, or the way her hair falls into place so perfectly all by itself.

I find myself wanting her to be mine.

Thanks For The Memories – Fall Out Boy
Freddie/Sam

Freddie didn't care when Sam announced she was leaving. He didn't care when she was crying on Carly's shoulder. He cared that Carly cried, but other than that, nope. He didn't care when she packed her bags. And he sure as hell didn't care as he watched her drive away, knowing he wouldn't see her until she was at least 18.

All the memories haunted him, though. Her taunting and teasing, her bullying, the way she lowered his ego and his self-esteem all in one day. He hated the way she was so close to Carly, and could get all the alone time she wanted with her.

He hated that he couldn't get her out of his mind.

So, when he found himself dialing her number one day, he didn't know what to do. He didn't stop himself. However, he only got her voicemail. So, he hung up.

But a few minutes later, she called back. He immediately answered.

"Hello?"

"What'd you want, Freddork? Miss me already?"

He sighed. "No. I… I just wanted to say… Thanks for the memories, Sam."

Turn Off The Lights – Hollywood Undead feat. Jeffree Star
Spencer/Sam

Spencer had never had much luck with the ladies. He got dates, yes. He had plenty of women interested in him, yes. But he was so lonely, he even found himself checking up on his WhyNotDateMe profile nearly every day. He just couldn't find the right girl.

He'd been around. He'd admit that to anyone (except Carly, of course. He didn't want to set a bad example.). But he still hadn't found love. All he'd found was jealousy and more discontent.

But when Sam walked in one day in the summer after her 17th birthday, wearing nothing but a bikini and a towel, her hair wet and her skin glimmering… He couldn't help but stare.

When had she grown up? When had she gotten curves? And when had he started wanting to… do things to her?

Red Sam – Flyleaf
Spencer/Sam

Here she stood again… More bruises, more cuts, more scrapes, and more tears. She wanted to take that razor to her wrist again. She wanted to bleed herself dry, just to prove to her mother how much she hated this man in her home; just to prove to her that she wasn't lying when she'd told her that he had come into her bedroom in the middle of the night…

She ran. She ran from that house as fast as she could, and she didn't stop. It must've been 2 miles, at least. But her lungs were iced over, they felt as if they were going to burst, and her heart was pumping so fast she was almost convinced she'd have a heart attack.

But she made it. She made it through those doors, up those stairs, and down the hall, where she burst through the door and shut it tightly behind her, sliding down to the floor with her face in her hands, sobbing. She was sweaty and her hair was a mess and there was still blood on the side of her face that had leaked down to her shirt.

He came to her, and he bent down. He made her look at him. He helped her up and got a washcloth to clean up the blood, then gave her clean clothes and let her shower.

And when she came out, all she could do was cry. But he was there. He held her so tight, and he felt his heart beating with rage. He wanted to kill the man that lived in her home.

He'd hurt Sam. He'd cut her and bruised her and made her bleed until her face was half-covered in red.

She'd never be like that again, though. Not if Spencer had anything to say about it.

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me – Fall Out Boy
Spencer/Sam

I found it, I had told myself. I finally found the cure to growing older.

Rolling around on that bed, tangled up in those sheets… I didn't feel nearly middle-aged. I didn't feel the carpal tunnel that was beginning to set in on my overworked hands. I didn't feel anything but my racing heart, the sweat covering my face, and the girl in my arms.

Her blonde hair running across my bare skin sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but run my hand over that milky white skin over and over. I tangled my fingers into her blonde curls. And I took in the scent of her and the taste of her. Every part of her was mine for the moment.

Somehow, she made me forget that I already had a girlfriend… A girlfriend that made me feel boring and old and like I needed to grow up.

A girlfriend that was standing outside the door, listening to every moan, sigh, and giggle.

Baby, You Wouldn't Last A Minute On The Creek – Chiodos
Spencer/Sam, Freddie/Sam

She cried as she walked down the hall, wanting to get out of that building as soon as possible. How could he do this to her? He acted like it'd meant nothing the entire time. Like all those years had just been for fun, and that now they were able to let their passion flow, it wasn't even worth it.

How was she supposed to walk away? How was she supposed to just forget him and all of the memories they shared?

He'd moved on to someone better… someone older, prettier, smarter, funnier, nicer. Someone that was perfect for him.

It was the best and the worst idea she'd ever had… to kiss him. And he'd let it lead to so much more. Then… then it didn't matter. Because he found someone to replace her.

She stopped at the stairs and sat down, letting herself cry silently. She wiped the tears away roughly. What was she supposed to do now? Act like she'd never even known him? Like she hadn't fallen for him?

That's when she felt someone standing behind her. She lifted her head and looked up at the boy standing behind her. He held out his hand, and for the first time in a long time, she didn't hurt it. She took it and let him help her stand up.

He was like an angel.

"I'm sorry, Freddie," she cried into his shoulder.

"Shh," he calmed her, rubbing her back soothingly. "It's okay…"

This Flesh A Tomb – Atreyu
Carly/Sam

"I love you."

The brunette put her hand in the rougher one of the blonde's and held on tightly. She smiled at her. This girl completed her. She fixed all of her flaws (yes, Carly Shay had flaws) and made every moment of life worth living. She loved her. They loved each other.

She liked to believe it was never lust; that it had always been love. And she was so sure of this. She'd lay in bed with Sam all day sometimes, the curtains closed and lights off, nothing but their eyes to light up this little world they'd made for themselves.

And as she leaned in and kissed the blonde softly, squeezing her hand tighter, she knew… She knew she'd never be the same. She felt immortal, and she wanted Sam to feel it, too. She could stay in her arms forever. She wanted to die next to this girl.

Because, no, it had never been lust. It was love.

Jesus Christ – Brand New
Spencer/Sam

"Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face…"

Those were the first words that popped into his head when he saw her. From that song he'd heard a couple of weeks ago. Her blonde hair was so full and her face was so perfect, and when she smiled, he felt something inside.

"The kind you'd find on someone I could save…"

He'd had no real idea how much trouble she was when he first fell in love with her. It wasn't her fault, though. Her family was fucked up, and they had fucked her up, and she was hurt and scarred and angry at the world. All he could do was let her yell at him when she was angry, and let her cry to him when she was sad. All he could do was run his hand through those blonde curls and try to think of a way to save her.

It came to him on her 18th birthday. She could do whatever she wanted now. Her family had no control over her, and she already knew she was going to move out. Carly had left already, so what was left?

This city had bad memories for the both of them, and they could make better ones somewhere else.

So, they packed their things, and within 2 days, he ran away with her.

And as he drove down that long stretch of highway, he looked over to see her finally-happy face glowing, her blonde hair blowing about in the wind that came through her open window, and her blue eyes shimmering in the sunlight.

All he could think was, "Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face…"

You're So Last Summer – Taking Back Sunday
Freddie/Sam

She'd said, "Don't let it go to your head."

When she left, she'd reminded him, "Boys like you are a dime a dozen… You're a touch overrated, baby."

He watched her slam the door behind her after she reminded him that the memories meant nothing to her. But what had he seen in her? Why had he fallen in love with her after all those years of torture? Wasn't he supposed to hate her?

Yet, somehow, everything she'd done to him was painfully wonderful. All he could think about was making her happy, and all he could think about was how much he loved her. He'd even changed himself for her, so she'd like him more. But it hadn't worked. She'd left anyway.

And maybe, he thought, Maybe I should hate you for this.

But empty apartments don't talk back.

And liars don't come home.

G.I.N.A.S.F.S. – Fall Out Boy
Spencer/Sam

She'd loved Spencer and everything about him since day one. Even the parts that hurt.

She watched as girl after girl walked in and out of his life. She watched as girl after girl broke his heart, or let him down, or left him behind. Yet she'd never thought of saving him herself. She'd never thought of falling in love with him…

She was so infatuated with this boy who didn't even treat her right. Big blue eyes that hypnotized her were all she could see when she was with him.

But when he left, she had no one. She wanted to call him and beg for him back, but instead of dialing his number, she dialed Spencer's.

He invited her over, she showed up, and they realized what they'd always known but had pushed to the back of their minds.

She was a bad kid with attitude problems and an aggressive attitude to match. He was a klutz with bad luck and a sense of humor to save him from any situation.

Sam traded those baby blue eyes for wide brown ones. She spent all day with him, and all night.

And when they kissed after having a food fight, mashed potatoes in her hair and creamed corn in his, it was odd. There was weird chemistry going on, and somehow, they knew they had always been meant to be together.

It was a weird way of saying, after all those years, that she knew she was supposed to love him.

now press repeat.