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Sam was lying in bed with the greatest feeling ever. He was dating the captain of the cheerios, was the quarter back of the football team. Sam had the perfect life any other boy at McKinley High School could possibly want. It was night and the tall, blond, handsome boy was reflecting about his life, staring up to the sealing
A knock came from the door. It was Sam’s mom. She opened the door and entered the room checking on her 17 year old son.
“Good night honey!” She bent down and kissed her son’s blond hair.
“Good night mom.” He replied.
She closed the blind of the curtain a little bit more, and left the room closing the door behind her.
Since little, Sam’s mom always hung a dream catcher on top of his bed. She did not want her son to lose any of the wonderful dreams, that as teenagers, we worship so much.
The alarm clock went on, announcing it was 7:00. In other words, Sam’s wake up time. He jumped out of bed and in his briefs and went to the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water then dried it with a towel. After all that is what you need to do if you are dating Quinn Fabray. He came back, opened his wardrobe. He got his favorite blue jeans, the one he wore at his first date with Quinn. He picked a white normal non-sleeve shirt, which cautiously marked his 6-pack.
He took a glance at the clock which marked 7:20. He went towards the stairs and then sled down the handrail. He went to the kitchen and got a blue bowl of the cupboard, got the cereals that was on top of the kitchen counter and poured it in the bowl. He then opened the refrigerator and took his milked and poured some in a cup and in the bawl. He ate his cereals as fast as he could move his large spoon up and down. He then drank his milk rapidly and ran upstairs to wash his teeth.
On his way out of the bathroom he got his backpack which was sitting on top of his bed, and ran down skipping a few steps on the stair. As he was going down these stairs his mom was waiting at the door with the car keys on her hand. They both left the house and got in the car.
Arriving at the school Sam met up with Finn, his best friend. He knew he could trust Finn on whatever he needed, on their way to their lockers he felt someone pull him by the shoulder. He looked around. It was Quinn.
“Hey Handsome” Quinn said, smiled, and blinked at him.
“Hey!” Sam said.
“So, are you going to do anything tonight?” Quinn asked waiting anxiously for an answer.
“What day is today?”
“Thursday, Sam. Thursday.”
“Yeah! I’m free, beauty.”
“Ok great! Come to my place at six. Got something planed.” Quinn said and walked away.
The bell rang and students had to go to class. The day flew by as usual, and the next thing Sam knew it was already 3:15.
“Wow! The day flew by so fast man” Sam said, talking to Finn.
“Yeah! I noticed that as well!” Finn nodded.
The day went by and Sam was on his way to Quinn’s house. The door of the house was opened. He got down of the car, waved at his mom and went in.
“Quinn?” Sam shouted, hoping to get an answer somewhere in, what seemed to be, an empty house.
“I am up here!” a voice came from upstairs.
Sam followed the stairs into the second floor, where he saw Quinn dressed in a small purple see-through dress covering her black lingerie.
“Wow” he let out a sound with his opened huge mouth.
“You like it?” Quinn asked, now moving closer to the tall boy, and pulling him by the arm into her room.
“Your parents?” He asked.
“Travelling.”
A simple reply that changed, the young virgin boy’s life, upside down. He did it. He wasn't a virgin anymore! Sam was proud! He woke up next day lying in bed next to his wonderful girlfriend.
“Oh, what a night!” Sam commented, while stretching his arms, and reaching for the phone. He could hear Quinn’s soft moan, as she was lying against his stomach.
“6 missed calls? Oh my god, my mom must be wanting to kill me!” Sam was nervous now.
“Call her! And tell her you will go to school with me. I will ask my driver to give us a ride”
“OK! But you know it’s already 7:40 right?” Sam questioned, the little, blond, rich girl.
“Shit! Get dressed!”
Sam stood up and pulled the covers off. He was naked, and needed to get dressed rapidly.
“Where is my underwear?!?!?” Sam shouted confused, and feeling cold.
“Here they are, hot mess” Quinn threw his grey briefs to him.
He put them on as fast as he could then adjusted it better. He got his pair of skinny jeans and putted the on, then his shirt, sox, and finally his shoes.
He was tired. But still, no one could now take that gigantic smile off his face. He was now a true man.
Quinn was almost ready, she opened her pink wardrobe and reached for a pair of flip-flops. She put them on.
“You are going to freeze in those!” Sam said.
“I know, but we don’t have all that time!” Quinn responded.
Both flew down the stairs and opened the front door, where Quinn’s driver was already awaiting them. They got in the car and went rapidly to school.
Both Sam and Quinn were juniors.. Both of them were now late for Spanish. They got in the class and everyone was immediately looking at them. They spotted two sits in the back, and rushed to sit there.
After school, while Sam was opening his locker, Finn came up, and opened his locker which was right beside Sam’s.
“Congrats man!” Finn smiled at Sam, leaving the blond boy confused.
“For what?” Sam asked, knowing exactly what Finn meant.
“Your V. You lost it…” Finn smiled to his bro, even more now.
“You bet I did!” Sam said. “But how did you know? I didn't plan on telling you here at school, and neither on the phone”
“Your smile!” Finn noted. “I know that smile! The smile of a seven-teen year old who had an amazing night.”
“Ha-ha you are smart!” Finn remarked. “But did you really not know what I was talking about?”
“I knew. Of course I knew.” Sam said, smiling, and with a swing, closed the locker door making a loud noise.
Sam was a smart guy. He always knew what to say, or what others would say. He knew all answers to the tests, and questions. At his old school, he was reminded daily that he was a nerd. Other kids would make fun of him, call him names. He dint want to live all that again. So he decided to pretend like he wasn't that smart. He never told anyone of his past. Past. A word that Sam never wants to be reminded of again.

During the weekend, Sam had no parties to go to. It was one of those boring weekends, that he usually spent playing video games, or watching TV. On Sunday night, while Sam was going to bed he overheard a discussion coming from his dad’s office. It was his mom and his dad.

“And how long did you plan on hiding this from me, William?”

It was Sam’s mom voice. She sounded angry. Sam knew exactly how she sounded when she was mad. He had to hear that same voice on his way to school with Quinn.

“I was just hoping they would call me back!”

Sam once again heard a voice. This time it was from his dad.

“Well they won’t! And the kids! What about the kids?!?! How will I tell them?” Sam’s mom asked.

“I will think of a way! I will, Margaret!”

Sam was wondering, what that talk was about. He seemed confused. He sat on the floor. Suddenly he saw the door knob turn. It was opening, he stood from the ground and left the front of the door. He went to his room, and pretended to be asleep.

His mom entered his room, and wished him good night. He pretended to be asleep and dint even reply. She kissed him on the forehead, and left, again, closing the door behind her.

Sam stood up and took his clothes of, until he was just in his underwear. He got back under the covers, and went to sleep.

The car ride was silent. Both he and his mom did not share a word. She looked nervous, which led Sam to remember the conversation he overheard last night. He got into school and went to his classes.

He dint really learn anything that day. He just wouldn't stop thinking about his mom and dad. What were they talking about? What did his dad meant when he said they “would call him back”? So many questions were left unanswered in the thin young man’s mind.

When Sam got home, he heard his parents fighting. They had never fought like this before. It was weird. Sam was nervous.

His little sister came, and grabbed his right leg. She was crying. Sam took her in his arms, and began rocking her smoothly.

“Sammy! Why are mommy and daddy fighting?” She asked.

“I don’t know honey, but hey! It’s all going to be ok!” Sam hugged her tight.

“You promise me Sammy?”

“Promise honey.” He wiped the tears from her soft white skin. “What about we go watch some TV?” he asked her.

“Sponge Bob!” she shouted!

“Sponge bob it is then!”

He sat with his little sister in front of the TV watching sponge bob. He knew something was up. Something extremely important. But he dint