Open up the floor, there's a venom on the breath of every beat
The crowd spreads as he walks through. The sound of angst teen music blares out of the speakers, leaving poor sheltered Freddie Benson half-deaf.
'Cuz she only dances when she can feel the dirt get in between her feet.
The place was a pig-sty, but that doesn't stop Sam Puckett from swaying bare-footed to the song. Her eyes were dancing, and he wished that they were dancing for him. He makes his way over to her, pushing by the idiots who were too interested in their own drunkenness to notice. "We need to talk," he says, and notices that the moment she hears his voice, her eyes stopped dancing. Her body went stiff, allowing him to grab a hold of her a lead her outside.
Take her through the door, to the alleyway where hustlers compete.
The scene is bland. A dark alleyway with men rolling dice and gambling. It's eerily quiet the only sounds interrupting the silence being the sound of dice hitting pavement and the quiet murmurs if the hustlers exchanging money. But that changed, of course, when Freddie and Sam came out. "Benson, leave me alone."
"No Sam, not without an answer,"
"An answer to what?"
"Why you don't love me anymore?"
Look, I don't want to get into-"
Well I DO!"
"Fine, I… I can't handle changing for you."
"SAM. You haven't changed a DAMN THING."
"Yeah, but if I keep loving you I will."
Shoulder on the back of her frame that's what you love
Before she can react, he pulls her into a hug, hands on the small of her back of her frame, because of her body, that's his favorite part.
Try not to react as she reaches for it
Sam reaches for the door in an attempt to escape, but Freddie hugs her tighter, mentally cursing himself for letting her go in the first place. She musters up enough strength to break free off the hug.
Harder to explain why you'd her the one you love, easy on yourself but you can't ignore it
Why won't he just let her be? Can't he tell this is hard for her?
Stifled by the heat
He attempts to shrug off the sudden cold feeling in his hands, the emptiness on his chest, he pulls out a pathetic bouquet of flowers for her and gets down on his knees, whispering the words, "you'll never have to change," repeatedly with so much emotion, it nearly brings her to tears. Nearly.
You react by leaving flowers on the street.
She gingerly takes the flowers and drops them on the ground at her feet, crushing them as she steps toward him.
" How bout I take a kiss instead of flowers?"
"Only if you fall back in love with me," he says, standing up so that their bodies are pressed together. Sam stands on her toes to reach Freddie's face, and when she feels him support her lower back, she kisses him, short and sweet, but with enough emotion to fit a sappy romance movie. She pulls away slightly and whispers against his lips: "Who says I ever fell out of love?"
Better Be Sure
They walk back into the club to announce that they're back together
Better Be Sure
One year later, neither one of them has changed for neither better nor worse.
Better Be Sure
He takes her down the alleyway- their alleyway to show her what he painted on the wall. The first painting being of when they first met followed by other major events of their relationship. When she gets to the end, however, there was only an arrow pointing down, and two boxes, one with a yes, the other a no. She looks down and sees Freddie with a ring box and paint brush with purple on it. She took the paint brush from him, and checked the yes box proudly. When she turns around, her lips are captured by Freddie's, who can barely stop smiling long enough to kiss her properly. He breaks away and slips the ring on her finger, which reads, when closely studied, 'I hope your eyes dance for me like my soul does for you.'