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After Carly leaves, Sam finds herself running.
She runs until her legs burn, it hurts to breathe and sweat pours off her body like she's in the shower.
Daily runs through Seattle. She stops for nothing. Fatcakes don't catch her eye anymore. She doesn't visit the Groovie Smoothie, she doesn't even eat as much ham.
She can't bear to go to Spencer's apartment because, it holds too many memories.
When she's done running for the day, she finds herself passed out on the couch. Her mom tells her how unhealthy it is to run and not consume enough carbs.

Freddie grabs her by the arm one day while she's running. She stops completely, gasping for air. Her lungs burn from lack of oxygen, her legs tingle.
"I can't stop." She says, trying to tug away from him.
"This isn't healthy, Sam." His grip on her arm is firm.
"I can't stop. Not yet." She says. "I've got three more miles." She insists and he shakes his head.
"No, Sam you're pushing your body to extremes."
"Oh shut it, dork." She falls into him, finally giving into her jelly like legs.
"Ugh, Sam." He grunts as he lifts her up and walks into Bushwell Plaza.

She warily eyes his galaxy wars sheets and mentally groans.
"Here's your sandwich." He sets the sandwich down beside her and she shakes her head.
"I'm not hungry."
"You're gonna get an eating disorder."
"I had an eating disorder." She murmurs. "Now I'm normal."
"You're not." He sits in his desk chair. "Normal was the Sam who would've already eaten the sandwich and be demanding another one." He turns on his computer and Sam looks at her fingers. She plays with them for a while and thinks about everything. The school year was ending soon, senior year and she had no colleges lined up. She had no dreams to accomplish- no talents to go off of.
Nothing.
She stands, pulling her blonde hair into a ponytail and tries to escape out of the 'nerd nest.'
"Where are you going?" Freddie questions, stopping her. She shrugs. She needs to go run. Running is the only way she can get away from her problems. The problems Carly would've usually helped her with.
"Running." She answers and turns to him. She sees how much he wants to object, but he doesn't so she leaves his room, the apartment, the floor, the plaza and finishes running.

When it hits the summertime, Sam walks. She still runs, it's just not as often, only when she feels like it. She walks from her house to Bushwell Plaza and heads straight to Freddie's apartment. He lets her in and she sits on his bed. As always, he brings her a sandwich, but she only eats half of it and it's only to appease him.

His walls are bare now, most of his stuff packed up. He's getting ready to move to Massachusetts. He got a full scholarship to MIT.
She has nowhere to go. Nothing to do.
No dreams to fulfill. She chews slowly on her small bite of ham sandwich and Freddie watches her eat, satisfied.
"What are you going to do when I leave?" He asks. She shrugs, looking at the bare walls. What is she going to do? Stay a hot mess, that's what.
"I don't know. Stay here with my mom. Take up prostituting." She jokes but neither of them laugh.
"Carly's coming home soon." He says. Sam sighs and feels the knots in her stomach come back. She puts down the sandwich after she's eaten half.
"Only to go to some fancy smart person college in Connecticut." She responds.
"You mean Yale?"
"Yeah, that." She falls back onto the plain blue mattress and looks up at the plain white ceiling.
"What if you come with me. My mom got me one of those dorm suites with two bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom." He offers. Sam closes her eyes for a minute or two. When she's sure she stayed for the appropriate amount of time, she stands up and walks to the door. "Think about it." He says.
"Okay." She murmurs and walks out of the door.

Massachusetts is too cold for her. It's not home. She hates the people who go here and Freddie's new lady friend is really obnoxious. They laugh and giggle at the oddest of things.
She tries to block it out, but it doesn't work, so she writes a blog. She writes about her life. Her oh, so hectic life. She writes letters that she'll never send to her father. She writes poems and songs and short stories. It's the only way to escape from her life. The one that's not going anywhere.
She about looses it when she hears Freddie crack a lame joke.
"What does one wire say to another wire?" He prompts. The girl, a redhead who's name Sam never cared to learn, giggles an shrugs.
"What?"
"Wire you laughing? Is it because I'm short?"
Sam doesn't get why the two start laughing at that incredibly horrible joke. It hurts her to even think about it.
"It wasn't funny." She says causing both heads to turn to her. "I'm going out." She grumbles, pulling on her worn out running shoes.
"Where?" Freddie demands.
"I'll tell you when I find it." She says and leaves the dorm.

She runs through the campus. Runs past the food shops, the stores, the classrooms, the dorms. She runs until she think she might die. She runs until her legs burn and her lungs are searching desperately for oxygen. She stops under a streetlight. She has no idea where she is. She rests her hands on her knees and breathes heavily.
Once she has her breath, she walks. She walks aimlessly, trying to find Freddie's dorm. She stops, giving up and sits on the sidewalk. Nobody is out. It's late. She jumps when she feels strong arms grip her, but she doesn't fight back. She's way too tired.
"Sam..." It's Freddie using his worried voice. She ignores it, she ignores him and wakes up in her bed.

She finishes her book by the next summer. It's getting published and she finally allows herself to cry. She cries on Mrs. Benson's tick bathed couch. All day and all night for what seems like ever.
She starts to get a little money from her book. Okay, so it's a lot of money, but she has nothing to do with it. Her mother told her to keep it, Melanie is somewhere learning.
She cries and Freddie comforts her, everyday. He sits with her and brushes her hair. He gets her to shower and brush her teeth and eat. She's happy crazy leaves them alone to do whatever they do.
She's slowly getting better. Coming to peace with everything that's happened in her life.
Getting all her baggage out.
She's not one hundred percent back yet, but it's getting there.
"I think I'm moving." She says.
"Where?" Freddie asks. Sam shrugs and stands up. She walks over to where he's folding clothes and hugs him.
"I don't know." She answers. She rests her head on his back and he continues folding his various shirts and pants.
"Hmm..." He hums and she smiles a little.
"Thanks." She murmurs.
"For what?"
"For being there until I got my shit together." She responds. She lets go of him and he turns around.
"That's what friends are for." He says, shrugging. She smiles a little, looks at his sock covered feet and then up into his eyes.
"Well I had a lot of stuff to sort out, but now I'm better." She sighs and kisses him gently on the lips.
"I'm glad." He smiles down at her and she heads to the door. She slips on her shoes and grabs the keys to her bike. "Tell me when you get there." He says. She nods.
"Okay."

And she will. She'll call him when she finds where she's supposed to be. She doesn't need him anymore (or at least right now) and can make it on her own.
When she finds it, she'll know. When she finds him again, she's not letting go. When Carly comes back, she's there to stay and Sam knows that.
She hops on her bike in the August heat. She's nineteen. She'll make it even with the no dreams that she has at the moment. But she'll find something. She'll find it. She will.

Please excuse the way that I can never get to an exact point. It makes sense in my head, I hope it does in yours too. Hope you enjoyed!