"Alexa, play Tate McRae!" I yelled at Sammy's Alexa that sat on the kitchen counter.

She picked up my voice and did as I said with music now playing in the background.

"Firstly, my ears," Sammy held his hand up to his ear as he looked at me with concern, "Secondly, why yell at poor Alexa?"

"I'm in my breakup era, Sammy. I can do what I want, and listen to what I want." I pointed a finger in his direction, making him raise his eyebrows.

"Okay, but please don't sing. My ears are not ready for-"

"Stupid boy, making me so sad! Didn't think you could change this fast!" I started singing, loudly.

I kept a finger pointed at Sammy as he was now standing by the fridge, about to open it. Spinning around, I ended up grabbing his water bottle from the counter and using it as a microphone.

He watched me with wide eyes, probably mortified at the fact I was currently about to scream my lungs out to this song of heartbreak.

"I thought we were cooking!" He yelled over my singing, and all I did was shrug my shoulder as I continued.

What does he mean we? He's cooking for me.

He said that, not me.

He sighed before opening the fridge up, inspecting what he had until his eyes lit up at something in the fridge. He pulled out cookie dough from a package and raised it toward my direction for approval with a slight tilt of his head.

"Approved!" I put my thumbs up before spinning around as I started to jump with the water bottle to my lips.

He smiled as he shook his head at me, walking over to the oven to preheat it.

Yeah, we're not making them from scratch, but who cares? They're still good either way.

Once he preheated the oven, I reached my arms out to him as the water bottle was still in my hand, signaling him to come near me, "Come on, loser. At least dance."

"I don't dance." He looked at me blankly before I rolled my eyes with a sigh.

"I don't care." I narrowed my brown eyes on him, stepping forward to grab his hands. His hands were softer than I expected, and I ended up spending him around as a deep chuckle escaped his lips.

I was feeling more confident than usual, as I continued to dance on.

"What are you doing, Sam?" He rolled his eyes but in a playful way. He was smiling now at my actions, and I shrugged a shoulder with the music continuing in the background.

"Having fun."

We stared at each other for a short moment before his lips curled into a small smile. Instead of walking away, he spent me around to the music with my hair spinning in the short movement, and my heart fluttered with excitement as he agreed to finally dance.

I giggled once I came out of the spin he had me do. I set the water bottle down on the counter and spent around myself as I moved closer to Sammy with a huge smile forming on my lips.

"Wow, I wish I could take back that loser comment, but you'll always be a loser in my eyes." I grinned up at Sammy, and he slightly shook his head at me.

"How'd I know you were going to say that?"

"Because I'm the best."

"Once again, keep dreaming." He backed away from me once the oven started beeping, and he hit a button on the stove before grabbing out a clean pan to roll the cookie dough on.

I walked beside him, and opened up the yellow packaging of cookies, "I was hoping for a five-star meal, with homemade cookies, but this works too."

"Oh yeah? I forgot to mention I wasn't making these for you." He helped open the package up more and started to roll up the cookie dough into small balls to place on the pan.

"Sure," I trailed out, helping roll up the cookie dough until we were finished.

Once we were done, he grabbed the pan and placed it into the oven before setting a timer on the stove.

"So, we only got one question done on the paper. I feel as if we aren't going to get that far." He joked as he walked around the counter to sit on the island.

I did the same, plopping down into the chair beside him with a long sigh.

"Yeah, you're right."

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening was heard and my eyes snapped toward Sammy.

Both of us frozen, my eyes widen in fear, "Are you expecting Ryan?" I whispered, but he shook his head in response.

He quickly sprang up from his chair, flickering his eyes around the kitchen in panic. I did as well, not knowing where to go, so I ended up ducking behind the counter.

Sammy scrunched his eyebrows in confusion before walking over to the pantry door to open it, signaling me inside.

"What the hell, Sam? Get off the floor." He whispered yelled with a hand running through his tussled hair.

I was now kneeling on the floor, but I slowly crawled into the pantry. With them having a huge one, it had plenty of space to hide. Let's just hope his parents weren't hungry for a snack. I mean, their son is making cookies so...

They'll have to eat those right? Not anything else.

The white doors were shut in front of me by Sammy, and I could somewhat still see through the small blinds in the door. I watched as two figures came into the frame without any words.

I was slightly worried they knew I was here.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah, Dad?" I heard Sammy reply, his voice sounded confident but I knew he was freaking out on the inside.

"Why are you listening to girl music, and making cookies?" His Dad questioned, making me hold in a laugh at that sentence.

"Trying out new things?" Sammy's voice came out in a questioning tone, but all his parents did was stare at him in silence.

Well, with the so-called girl music they spoke of.

"Anyway, enough about you, we have some exciting news, son." His Mom spoke with excitement, and I adjusted in the closet as I tried to get a better look through the door at what was happening.

"What?"

"You know how we've been trying to shut down that diner in town?" His Mom set her purse on the counter as all her attention was on Sammy, but his composure froze at the mention of a diner.

Wait, diner?

My Mom and Dad are the only diner in town...

"Um, Mom, I really think-" Sammy stuttered before he was cut off by his Dad.

"Sammy, your Mother is speaking, please don't interrupt."

"Thank you, David. Sammy has no respect, anyway, we finally got them shut down!" His Mom squealed, clapping her hands together as her bracelets rattled on her wrists.

My heart dropped at those words.

They finally got us shut down?

My eyes started to water at the thought of our only income being gone. We were already struggling and if this is true...

"You, you shut down the Ryder's family diner?" Sammy asked, making his Mom huff in annoyance.

"Yes, that's what I just said. Now, your father and I are going out to celebrate. Keep on with your..." she motioned to the kitchen before furrowing her eyebrows in disgust, "New things."

With that, the footsteps of his parents were walking out of the kitchen, but I was in pure shock.

Did Sammy know about this the whole time?

My eyes filled with tears as the ground started to look blurry due to the build-up of tears in my eyes. I really didn't want to cry, especially with Sammy standing on the opposite end of the door, and him opening it any second made it that more worse.

Especially knowing, I know what his parents just did.

"Shit." He mumbled before quickly opening the pantry door to see me sitting on the floor staring at the ground, processing what had just happened. "Sam, I'm so sorry."

I wanted to cry, so badly. The tears in my eyes making my vision blurry was the only thing I was concentrating on to make stop. I didn't want to cry in front of Sammy. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of what his family just did to mine.

It's not like he actually cares. He's a Sandars just like his parents.

He dropped down in front of me as I kept my gaze away from him. He placed both his hands on my shoulders, bringing my eyes up to his concerned ones. He flickered his eyes around my face, waiting for some type of response from me.

"I really am sorry, I had no idea, I swear. I knew they've been trying, but never thought it'd be successful." He reassured me, running both his hands down my arms to grab onto my hands. "Sam?" He squeezed my hands, making my skin burn at his touch.

My face heated up at the fact we were so close, and touching at that, which we rarely do.

"It's okay," I spoke, with a smile covering up my pain. I squeezed his hands back before standing up out of the pantry. "I need to go home."

He looked up at me with concern still not leaving his eyes, "Wait, what?"

He stood up to his feet, continuing to look down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, we'll continue tomorrow, yeah?" I let a shaky breath out as I made my way out of the kitchen and rounded the corner to go back up to Sammy's room to grab my things.

He had followed his way up, and looked at me as if I was crazy. Watching every move I took, stuffing my things in my bag. My vision was getting worse with every item I had stuffed in my bag.

I have no idea what we're going to do now.

Get new jobs, yeah, but we're already struggling.

A tear slid down my cheek slowly, and I quickly wiped it away hoping Sammy hadn't noticed.

"Shit...listen, Sam." Sammy neared me as I turned my back to him, taking a deep breath. "I don't know how, but I can help. Yeah, we may not be friends, but that doesn't mean I want to cause any problems to your family."

"It's fine, Sammy, really." I wiped another tear away, flinging my back onto my shoulder. I turned toward him, and he reached out to grab my shoulder.

"I'm going to fix this." He spoke, making me stare right back at him. There was something in his eyes I couldn't quite make out, it almost looked like anger flashed through his eyes. His jaw clenched as he swallowed, taking his hand away from my shoulder.

My shoulder became cold where his warm hand used to be, and I looked down at my shoes that were now back on my feet.

"Are you sure you didn't know?" I asked, already knowing he said he didn't, but I just wanted to be sure.

This would have never happened if it wasn't for his stupid family.

"I promise."