So, Hi. I got bored and decided to write a fanfic. It's my first one so please don't judge, and please be nice. I am happy to read constructive criticism to make the story Better. Enjoy :)
Oh, and it will be in Sam's POV the whole way through :D
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or anything really :)
You know what's weird, that the Groovy Smoothie has lasted so long. I mean, with the all the health warnings and T-Bo accidentally poking Gibby in the eye with a stick, it's still here brightly lit with its 'unusual' flavours. I walked through the door. It's been ten years since I was last here but it still smells the same, fruit and toilet bleach.
"Oi B-Bo, large Bacon Blitz." T-Bo's son Bob now runs the Groovy Smoothie, and he continued on the tradition of food on sticks, but hey, bacon smoothies made Momma happy. Taking a seat on an uncomfortable, colourful chair I surveyed what had become of my favourite childhood hangouts. No sooner had I spotted a little girl giving a senior guy a wedgie a voice I had been longing to hear rang through my ears "Yo Puckett."
I shot up and looked directly into a set of dreamy, chocolate eyes. I smiled. "Hey Benson, long time no see." And indeed it had been a long time. We spoke on the phone quite often; he was doing well with a job in the Pear Company, (I mean, who didn't expect him not to). I spoke with Carly as well, every night. With a job in politics, (I'm not good with details), and an upper class husband, she was doing well with herself. I had missed her. I missed Freddie. Heck I even missed Gibby, he got a job as a topless model, who would have known!
Freddie took a seat opposite me and the deafening silence made the greeting awkward. Really awkward. All I could do was stare into those brown eyes, his dark hair sat perfectly tousled on his head and his smile showed so much happiness that I too could not help but smile back. I had to say something, something intelligent but not nerdy, something one friend would say to another, something nice. "Nice Weather!"