After all the years of pain, beatings and taunts, Freddie astonished himself one day in realizing that-
He fell in love with Sam.
No, he didn't fall.
He fucking plummeted down, head over heels, until he couldn't think of anything except her terrible eating habits and bossiness; her body that's built like a wrestler; her rude and hurtful insults; her fiery passionate personality that can't help but fixate on one thing and manipulate it mercilessly until she gets what she wants; those stupid leather jackets that somehow smell like motor oil and baby powder; the fact that she will never give in, not ever; her stupid blue eyes that transfix him; her lips that were sometimes chapped, and other times tasted like strawberries, her soft, blonde curls and the way she says his name; how she's never missed an episode of Girly Cow; the way she sings to the radio as loud as she can and won't stop until he sings along; how she will do anything for the people she cares about, not short of breaking the law – which she does willingly; her amazing pale skin that has this light dust of freckles from her shoulder all the way down her side and then grazes her hip bone; her beautiful, beautiful body; and perhaps the main thing that will not leave his mind…
She's plummeted in love with him, too.