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mentioned him to her.  When anyone asked Maggie to do something (especially her best friend), she would follow through with what anyone asks to the T.  Through all of this, she had good reason.
    The history with Alex started at the tender age of three when he pushed her down on the playground and made her cry.  Mitch and George were standing nearby, not doing anything, (not because they didn’t care, from what Sam found out later on), but they wanted to see what the two kids would’ve done afterwards.  Sam had kept crying until she stopped on her own.
    But, that wasn’t the end of it.  
    Oh no. 
    Not for Sam.
    Alex had bent down to grab a fist full of dirt and threw it at Sam, sand getting trapped in her mouth and hair that resulted with her dad having to shampoo her hair six times in order to rinse all of it out.  But, being the ‘badass’ girl that she was, she got right back up and tackled him to the ground, biting him and pulling his hair, making him cry like a little girl, even longer than she did.
    Needless to say that day had left him with teeth marks, ripped skin and dirt in his hair and her with only dirt in her hair.
    This was only the beginning.
    Unfortunately.
    When they were ten, she and Maggie were having a sleepover at the Conrad’s house.  Sometime during the night, Alex had snuck into Maggie’s room, grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off her ponytail, forcing her to sport the shortest boyish haircut she ever had for the next eight months.  All the boys in school had teased her and called her ‘one of them’.
    When they were twelve, while Alex was asleep in his room during Sam and Maggie’s fright night, Sam went in with a bowl of warm water.  Then she dipped his hand in.  A few minutes later, he wet his bed.  Alex woke up the next morning in a smelly, wet spot with a grossed-out expression on his face .   Sam woke up with a big, fat smile on her face.
    Each year the two families spent the holiday breaks together, whether it was Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, or Fourth of July.  They were always together, celebrating together, and every time they were together, chaos happened, ending the day with someone either screaming or crying, at least up until they were teenagers.  After that, it was all screaming.
    Sam made a minor mishap during middle school when she furiously stalked towards him to show him a piece of her mind after he had told Jeff Graham that Sam still slept with her teddy bear, a night light, and sucked her thumb.  She had been so angry that she wasn’t  watching where she was walking.  She tripped, landing on him as he fell back with her lips pressed to his.  She had been shocked that off all ways to have any sort of contact with him that that was the way it happened.
    And what happened next shocked the hell out of her.
    Alex opened his mouth and kissed her with the slip of his tongue inside her mouth. 
    Sam’s kiss had been accidental, unintentional, not meant to happen.
    His, clearly, was not.
    And what made the whole situation even more shocking than his kiss was that Sam kissed him back, thrusting her tongue against his.  She was sure at that moment that neither one of them had any intention of letting that happened, but once it did, they didn’t want to stop.  Alex had been Sam’s first kiss and although the moment wasn’t what Sam had imagined (with him being who he was and what they were to each other) with the kiss being at school, in front of an audience, and much less accidental, it ended up being one heck of a great first kiss. 
    The only reason they stopped had been because Mr. Reynolds, their school principal, had pulled them apart and ordered them to go to class.  That had been completely unexpected.
    It was odd and strange that from that moment on her feelings for him bumped up from pain in the ass to pinch of a like.  She had never felt anything like that before.  Not with him.  Not with anyone.
    Well sure she liked boys, but the