Chapter 06 - Cupcakes.

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A/N- Woohoo! 100 votes bitches, thanks to who? Nope, not Obama, neither is it Bear gills and of course not Jackie Chan. Seriously guys? Whatsup with your guessing work.?

And now I'm being lame aren't I? Sorry. And THANK YOU to all of you. xoxox.

Chapter 6 ~

~~SAM'S POV~~

I examined myself in the mirror. I finally came to the conclusion that I looked decent enough to go out for coffee with Tanner. I know it wasn't a date but a girl can always dream, right? My internal debate on whether to wear contacts or not was still going on when I heard the sound of honking of a car. Blood rushed to my cheeks and euphoria filled my veins. He was here. My knight in shining armour was finally here.

Classy, Sam, classy. Not cheesy at all.

I decided on sticking to my geek glasses since they were so much more 'me' and ran outside. I checked myself one last time in the mirror. I was wearing my usual denim 4-inch above the knee shorts and a black tank top. I wore my usual 3-inch platforms. Since my hair only just touched my shoulders I let it loose, showing my violet streak off. I know, I know....streaks are old school but what the hell, I wanted them since forever. I topped it all off with my black beret which I wore not to keep my hair off my face but well...I just liked it.

I ran outside to find a beaming Tanner leaning against his BMW x5. His sexy grey eyes trained on mine. Oh god, why are you doing this to me? I am not one of the wild girls but seriously all I wanted to do right now was envelope his sexy lips with mine. This is cruel god, cruel.

"Hey hon" he said as he opened the car door for me. I wish I didn't have to carry on with this pretence. I wish I didn't have to do what I had to next:

"Hon? Seriously, Tanner? Dude, gimme a berr-eak!" I said since that is what a friend say right. Swear to god I should get an academy award for such good acting.

"Chill a little Samzee. I have news." He answered, getting into the car. It killed me not to drive my Mustang but oh well...stuff we have to sacrifice for love. It also killed me when he called me that. So annoying. But cute. Ugh!

"News?"

"Yeah...news."

We both stayed quite for a moment, expecting the other person to speak.

"So?" I finally spoke up.

"Well..." I waited for him to continue and after a long pause he shouted, "One Direction has asked me to do a gig with 'em."

I didn't think at all and threw my arms about his neck," That is crazy!" I shouted in triumph though it was his achievement. Though I had known him for such a long time, so for him to reach such a milestone, solitary, was big. Real big. I couldn't help feeling proud. Not being a credit-taker, I just felt like I had something to do with his victory.

I just held him. I don't know why but it wasn't awkward at all. When I was with him I didn't feel like being someone I wasn't. I didn't feel like putting on an act. I could be me. Obviously minus the crazy feeling I had come to develop for my best friend. Then I don't know why tears welled it my eyes.

"Hey, you okay?" Tanner asked, obviously sensing that something was wrong. I pulled back and looked at him.

"Yeah." I simply said.

"What is it, Sam?" Tanner's grey eyes seemed to pierce through mine and all I could do was stare at him in awe.

"Um...nothing."

"Obviously, it's not nothing."

"Uh! Damn you for knowing me so well."

Tanner looked at me questioningly.

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