"Sam! Samantha Puckett, you open this door right this second! Saaaaamm!"

Okay. So slamming the door in Carly's face may not have been the best idea. But it was the only idea I could come up with. I seriously don't want to have this conversation. "Sammie. Tell the brat to stop banging on my door. Cuz if she doesn't, I have an empty beer bottle ready to chuck."

I growl at her and head to my room. I don't want to deal with Carly and I don't want to deal with my ma so the only other option is the window. Making my way to my window, I accidently step on the drawing from earlier, but I honestly don't give a chiz anymore. From the window, I can still hear Carly yelling through the front door and my ma screaming back at her. I'm actually kinda glad; Carly's heartless and Ma's senseless. It only makes sense for them to take out their anger on each other. I grab my backpack from off the chair next to the window and climb out of it. I don't know where I'm headed, but it's gonna be as far away from this place as possible.

...

As I've said before, I'm not the wisest person to grace the planet. I'm impulsive and I act before thinking things through. I'm a Puckett, so this is to be expected. Which would explain why I'm standing outside of Spencer and Carly's apartment now. What can I say, my feet have a mind of their own.

Thankfully, Carly's probably still yelling at my front door so no one should be home. I take a hairpin out of my pocket and jimmy the lock. I should really have my own key by now, but Spencer is afraid of me coming in and raiding his refrigerator when he's asleep. Which probably isn't far from the truth. As a matter of fact, the first thing I'm gonna do when I get in here is raid the fridge. One bottle of beer isn't gonna cut it and luckily, I know where Spence stashes his beer in the fridge. It's not like he ever actually drinks it. I have no idea why he even buys the stuff.

I close the door behind me as quietly as possible and tiptoe to the refrigerator. I'm about to pull a bottle out of the pack when I hear, "Whatcha doing, Sam?"

I cringe as I subtly move my hand towards the pack of bacon instead. Can't have Spence giving me a lecture about 'the consequences of underage drinking'. I'm probably already in hot water because of my near sexcapades with Carls. "I-uhm, I'm just here for the meat. You know how my ma is, she hasn't gone to the store in months."

I turn around to see him standing there with his arms crossed. "Sam."

"Alright, alright. I'll take my bacon to go." I brush past him to make my escape.

"Sam."

The severity of his voice stops me in my tracks. I meekly turn back around. "Yes?"

He points to the couch and I have no choice but to comply. Pucketts aren't suckers and don't take crap from anyone, but this guy's like a father to me. Mostly like a brother, but he has his moments. I lean back on the couch and prop my foot up on the coffee table, acting like everything is normal and the things that I love aren't falling apart. "What can I help you with, Spence?"

He remains standing, and starts to pace. Uh oh, this is gonna be a long talk. I really wish I had grabbed the beer. I don't want to be sober for this.

He finally ends his pacing and stops at the front door. He leans against it and just stares at me, arms still crossed at his chest. This goes on for a view minutes: him trying to visually dissect me, while I anticipate what he's gonna say. "Soooo."

"Sooooo," he says back.

"Are we gonna talk or just sit around like a couple of ganks?" I'd rather rip it off like a band-aid than dance around the subject.

"Yeah. So you fucked my sister?"

I can't help laughing. I've never heard Spencer curse. It just seems so unnatural on him. "Dude, why does everyone think that? No, we kept it strictly PG-13."

Spencer breathes a sigh of relief. He uncrosses his arms and his posture relaxes. "Oh my god. I feel so much better now that that worry's off my chest." He straightens up again. "But I'm still upset."

I'm still laughing from his reaction, it was absolutely priceless. "Why?"

My laughter dies as the look on his face reverts back to its previous seriousness. "Come on, Sam. You know why. I can't believe you and Carly would do something like this t-"

Spencer stumbles forward, landing on the floor. Freddily stands in the doorway with a bottle of beer in his hand looking thoroughly drunk. His eyes land on me and he groans in frustration.

"What are you doing here?" We ask each other at the same time.