#Second Chance: Sam and Cat (puckentine) (sequel to secret admirer)

#Second Chance (secret admirer sequel)

So this is the sequel to my fanfic #secret admirer. If you haven't read that, I suggest you do. And this one is going to have a little more stuff in it drama and romance-wise. Enjoy! -AnnCan

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"Yo! We're gonna be late for the play!" Sam yelled from the kitchen as she put on her leather jacket and boots. "Just a minute! Hold your Alpacas!" Cat said from the bathroom, checking her lipstick one more time and puckering her lips. Cat giggled at the thought of Sam's reaction to her outfit, thinking she might try to take advantage of the fact that it was a short skirt with a small v-neck top; basically in Sam's mind, easy access. She came out of the room and smoothed out her skirt. "Ta-daaaa!" Cat exclaimed when she curtsied. "Nice," Sam smiled and held her arm out. Cat took hold of her arm and they walked out of the apartment to ride to downtown LosAngeles.

"Eeek! Oh my gosh! This place is packed with people, I love this plaza so much!" Cat squealed and skipped around merrily on the pavement, Sam watching over her and smiling. Cat finally stopped skipping around and went back to Sam when she was in the front of the line to punch in the tickets to get into the building. "This play is going to be so good!" Cat mewed and beamed at Sam, giving her a big and constricting hug. "Alright, alright. Geez, kid." Sam chuckled and gently pushed Cat away, then they both walked into the building to take their seats.

The play was going on and Sam was bored out of her mind. She wanted to text on her pear phone, but the usher would have made her leave and she had to stay with Cat. Meanwhile, Cat was watching intently and occasionally glanced over at Sam when romantic aspects of the play took place. Sam would just sit there and pick her nose or lean in her chair, trying to find a comfy way to sleep. Sam caught her glancing and gave her a small smile. Cat's cheeks turned a slight red and she went back to watching the play.

By the end of the play, Cat was leaning on Sam's shoulder and had their arms intertwined. "Sam," Cat whined. "What?" Sam asked. Cat looked down at her skirt and saw Sam's hand slither its way up. Cat gently pulled Sam's hand out from under her skirt and sat up straight. "Not here, please. Remember last time at the movies?" Cat asked and crossed her legs. "Yeah, I do." Sam smirked and leaned in to kiss Cat's neck softly, reaching up her skirt again. "Sam...I don't like when you tease me in public." Cat's voice cracked, trying to hold back moan. "Sorry, I'm just so bored and I kinda wanted to do it here." Sam said.

Sam kept her hands to herself and tolerated the rest of the play, Cat went back to her jolly innocent self when they left the building. "So can we get some pretzels now?" Cat asked. "Yeah, but no sugar on yours." Sam chided. "Okay..." Cat pouted and kissed Sam. They went to the Uncle Ernie's pretzel stand and sat in little chairs on the side. "How's your Bacon hotdog pretzel?" Asked Cat as she took a bite of her own. "It's not too shabby. Ernie outdid himself, that greasy food God." Her eyes rolled back into her head and she groaned in happiness, dipping her pretzel in barbecue sauce and mustard; taking a huge bite.

Cat giggled and smiled at Sam. "You love food. Why don't you become a chef?" Cat suggested. "Eh, I thought about it. Maybe I'll give it a try if I feel like it." Sam said. "I love when you cook. You pretend you don't know how but you're really good at it." Cat said and ate the last piece of her pretzel. Sam smiled and shrugged, "I'm okay I guess. I just throw some chizz together and spice it up until I get a flavour I want." Cat stared at Sam intently, noticing the corner of her mouth has mustard on it. She leaned over and licked her thumb, wiping Sam's mustard away. "Thanks, mom." Sam said and smirked. "I'm not your mom!" Cat said and stared at Sam in shock. "It's just an expression people say if someone acts like a mother." Sam said and got up to get her motorcycle. "Oh, okay. Would I call you Daddy since you act more like my dad?" Cat asked. "Uh...I dunno. But don't call me that." Sam said. "Kk." Cat smiled and followed her to the motorcycle to go back home.