Chapter Two

I let myself into the Thomas/Brewer residence, calling out to David Michael and Emily Michelle as I made my way upstairs. After all these years of being with Sam, and being friends with Kristy, I no longer knocked. It was almost like a second home to me, or well, a third home, although I hadn't stayed with Dad for a few months, thanks to finals.

I passed Kristy's room without stopping, I could hear her and Abby yelling at some sports game on TV, and I didn't really want to be stuck in a conversation with them, not when I was so eager to see Sam.

I knocked on his bedroom door, and waited, not hearing anything within.

I entered slowly, not sure Sam was even there, only to find a big lump under the comforter, one hairy leg sticking out. I walked over and tickled the bottom of his foot, which jerker involuntarily away from me.

"Sam! It's almost mid-day." I chastised, pulling the comforter back from his face.

He grinned, peering at me through one half opened eye.

"What a way to be woken up." Sam said sleepily, and before I knew it, he reached over, and pulled me to him.

"Sam!" I shrieked, as he held me to him, pulling the comforter around me also.

"What if your Mum or Watson walks in?" I asked, slightly breathless.

"Are we going to give them something to walk in on?" He asked, all manner of joking gone.

Not this argument again. We'd been over and over this for at least the last two years. I'd told Sam time and time again I just wasn't ready, and he'd always accepted it, begrudgingly. But he'd accepted it. Lately, he'd been alluding to it more and more, and I was running out of excuses.

I want to wait until I'm a bit older.

I need to study.

I'm just not ready yet.

It's not that I didn't want to… It's just that I wanted to be really ready, to make sure it was great, something to look back on.

I didn't want to loose my virginity with Kristy in the next room.

I knew Sam was running out of patience. But he loved me, so I also knew he would wait until I was ready. And I was getting there. I hadn't told Sam yet, but I'd decided that before the end of the summer, before we went off to two different states, it would happen.

I knew Sam would be happy. But until then, he'd have to be content to just fool around.

Sam was still looking at me, so I smiled at him.

"I'm sure we can think of something… But Sam, you know I'm not-"

"I know." Sam cut me off with a sigh.

"You're not ready yet. Boy do I know." He said, shaking his head.