Let's Call Sam

You decide to call Sam. You grab your cell and sit down on the edge of the bed and call her.

"Hey John, I was just going to text you back silly. Listen, I've got some great news but first I have a couple of things to do so go ahead and grab some food or hang out at the beach. Whatever, I'll meet up with you tonight, okay?"

You reluctantly reply, "Okay." and end the call. Hearing her voice takes a little of the worry away and reminds you that she can be quite sweet sometimes. She sounded a bit rushed, but then again, Samantha has always been a little odd.

That thought brings a smile to your face. She always knew you better than you thought she did. Her missions for herself allowed her greater insight into those she cared about. And she would use that insight here and there to help you out in your emotional dealings throughout your friendship.

That thought suddenly reminds you of the one time you decided to get intimate together. Well, tried anyways.

Sam started out a little chunky and just ... well, unkempt. Her red hair was always in need of a good brushing. And her awkwardness around anyone was the elephant in the room. Thus she never really got out much in school. You were her only friend, and that was mainly because the two of you lived on the same block.

It didn't take long after school though for her to grow into the woman she is today. You suppose her "Missions" were the best thing to really happen to her. She dropped the extra weight quick when she started working out. She started taking care of her looks. She even started fitting in better at parties. At about that time you had decided to make your move, before some other dashing fellow swooped in.