-ghost town-sam/freddie-futurefic-t for swearing-

hold me back, you know we're never gonna back down

"No! Fucking- don't act like you're so much better than me!" Sam spat, taking a step away from her boyfriend.

Freddie rolled his eyes and stepped forward, "Sam, calm-"

"No, fuck you!" she yelled. "You talk down at me, and act all like I'm this awful person for having a bad fucking day, like you've never had one in your life!"

Freddie bit his lip, "Sam, listen to yourself, you're-"

"What? I'm what, Freddie? Not perfect? Not some quiet little girlfriend that never makes a mistake and is never tired and-"

Freddie looked at Sam evenly. "You're wrong, Sam." he said quietly, "I was going to say that you're wrong."

Sam shook her head, "Freddie, you know what? Maybe you're wrong for once, huh? Ever thought of that? Maybe if you stopped thinking about what you can say to make me look bad for once, you could-"

Freddie's eyes flashed. "Are you fucking serious?" he said loudly. Sam was silent; after all, Freddie usually knew better than to yell. "Why the fuck are you so bent on convincing yourself that I'm trying to hurt you? Okay, you're tired; you're having a bad day, but still..."

Sam crossed her arms, stubborn. "Yeah, I should still be the perfect girl."

Freddie threw his hands in the air, "NO! I'm still your boyfriend! Yes, I say stupid shit, and I'm sorry for that, I really am, but, fuck! I'm not going to bring up something out of nowhere to hurt you, or make you look stupid, and I can't for the life of me figure out why you think I would!"

Sam was speechless, but she didn't uncross her arms.

Freddie ran his hands through his hair. "Sam, I fucking love you," he said quietly. "And I know you're not always up for my stupid shit, cause I can be a hell of a stupid shit, but please. I'm not out to hurt you, okay?"

Sam stared at the ground, arms still crossed. She didn't want to look up, not just yet. "Fine." she said to the floor, "But just don't be such a dick, okay?" She looked up just in time to see Freddie's apologetic smile, and couldn't help but break out with a tiny one of her own. She walked over to Freddie, who was holding out an arm to put around her shoulder.

He nodded, and when they hugged he couldn't help smiling over her head.

we don't want to, we don't have to live like that.

{a/n: this is inspired by ghost town by shiny toy guns. it feels like a fighting song, no? and this is really an ~interpret yourself~ kind of thing, but reading back, i imagined freddie taking sam out to show her off to the av club, in which jokes about white balance may or may not have been made, that sam may or may not have understood. chaos, of course, ensuing. drop a review and tell me what you saw!}