Freddie's POV
"You're gonna love me, your tell me that you're ready to go!" She was torturing me by singing the Ginger Fox hit from a few years back.
"Sam, stop singing! You are quite awful at it and you gotta keep your eyes on the road. You aren't exactly the best driver." She had never been in an accident, but she didn't know what speed control meant.
"Ahh cram it Benson, I'm only going... Hey! This car can make it to 90? Sweet!"
"Sam, slow down!" I gripped the renowned 'Holy shit handle' for dear life as she put the brakes in.
"Aww you're no fun... Oh shit!" The car started to turn to the right. We are going to die...
General POV
A car switched lanes into the left lane behind Sam assuming she was going the same speed as she was before, but because she slowed down the car merging clipped the back corner of her car, turning her to the right. When she realized what was going on, Sam cut the wheel hard to the left making it spin almost 180 degrees so it was headed for the median. The car hit the grassy median and was instantly tossed into the air, barrel rolling through it. The car landed on its roof in the other lane of the highway.
Sam's POV
Shit shit shit. I just crashed. Ok, don't panic. Is Freddie okay? "Freddie?" I look over at him. He looks back at me in relief but his face soon turns to horror.
Freddie's POV
"Freddie?" Sam's okay? Thank god. I look over at her and smile, but then I see something out her window. A big blue SUV is heading straight for the driver side door. Time slows down. The two of us are sitting, strapped in her mom's station wagon, upside down. I look over at her. This may be the last thing either of us see. I reach out for her and embrace her in a hug and as soon as I do, it goes black.
It goes white. We are still strapped in the car. I look over and see Sam laying lifeless. Oh no. Oh no. I unstrap myself and fall to the roof. I pound the door until it opens and then I get out. I stand up. My back and legs are killing me. I need to sit. No! I need to go get Sam.
I walk (more of a limp) to the other side of the car and lean down to the door. People are all over the place trying to get my attention, but they don't matter. She does. I lean down and my back writhes in pain, but I suck it up. I wrench the door open and grab her by the armpits. I pull her out and start dragging her to the median. Pain everywhere. All I know is that in movies, overturned cars means fire, and there is no way I am leaving Samantha Puckett in a potential fireball. I lay her on the grass and look back at the car. There are about 10 cars surrounding the area of the crash with people standing outside the cars to make sure we are okay. I start to walk to one and my legs give way. I fall face first onto the ground and as I do I hear and explosion. Sam's mom station wagon caught fire. Perfect timing.