Dear …book (I still refuse to call you a diary; Sam Puckett does not have a diary!)
I can't believe this! I should HATE him! But…I don't. Well, I never truly hated him but I still shouldn't be having …"those feelings" about him. He's Freddie! Freddork! Freddicinni! Freducation! Dork, nerd, nub! And I'm Sam, tough, abrasive bad girl. But when I saw him dancing with Carly at the Groovy Smoothies, something inside me just…cracked. I didn't know what I was feeling; I just had to get out of there. Now, after that night, every time I see a girl flirting with him, it tears me apart, and against my will, reminds me that I have a crush on someone who will not only never like me back but is in love with my best friend of all people. Today in class, I just kept staring at him! I looked at his muscular arms, his soft brown hair, his big chocolate brown eyes and…his sweet pink lips. As soon as my gaze landed on his lips I started remembering how it felt to have his lips pressed against mine. I thought about how sweet and gentle he was while kissing me, how soft his lips felt, and how sweet they tasted. It was then that I realized…I want him to kiss me again. He's just so sweet, and smart and funny, and so cute. And I want him to be mine. Mine and no one else's. Too bad that will never happen.
Sam