It's official, I've lost my mind. First I don't beat up Fredwad the moment he stepped in the room, and now I've gone off and kissed him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Look. I never meant for this to happen. It started with the easiest emotion in the world to feel: hatred. Pure, blind, unconditional hatred. I didn't even have a real reason to hate this Freddie Benson. Honestly, I'm not sure why I ever did. I guess it was hard to let myself get close to anyone but Carly. Life was simple that way— loving Carly to pieces, terrorizing anyone who wasn't Carly.
Then Freddie and I started to become friends. He gave up an awesome cruise just for me. I let him have the almost imponderable honor of being my first kiss (honestly, that is an honor he should take with him to the grave. On his gravestone, it'll say: Fredward Carl Benson; Nerd, Friend, Confidant, Sam Puckett's First Kiss). And before I knew it, he was my other best friend besides Carly. I know. Crazy, right?
And then… something strange happened.
When I found out Melanie had kissed Freddie, I felt sick. Really sick. Like, about-to-throw-up-all-over-everything sick. But not sick like in a "Oh, ew, my sister kissed Freddie!" way. More of a "Oh my God, my sister kissed my crush!" way.
I tried to convince myself that it was just that (a crush) and that it would go away soon. But it didn't. My feelings just grew and grew and now I'm in love with the dork.
It's his fault.
I just know it is.
Somehow.