It stung like a bee on your lip, a whip on the neck. As one can imagine that was painful. I understood suddenly what they felt like. When I stumbled upon Sam and Freddie. Freddie was smiling at Sam. Must have been fighting again popped into my head. Though Sam was smiling as well. I began to worry what was happening. I opened the door to our studio three cokes in my hand. As previously promised. Then they kissed. I was shocked. I felt a twist in my stomach. My body began to fall apart. The world turned upside down. If I knew one thing Sam and Freddie hated each other.
Now they didn't. Now I didn't fit into our little triangle. I was now unwanted. I was unwanted. That didn't fit. I was Carly Shay I wasn't unwanted. Especially if it was between Sam and me, even Sam's own boyfriend chose me over her. Wanted to kiss me. Not her. Now the one person who I knew always wanted me. Was kissing the girl that everyone though I was superior too. Everyone loved me. The ones who didn't were just jealous of me.
Freddie loved me. Me. Not Sam. Me. He had always loved me. Worshipped my presence. Dreamed I might one day love him back. How could he have given up on that dream? I was still alive. Sam was still mean. Maybe that's what bugged me so much.
He wanted me. No he didn't. I liked that Freddie wanted me. I never necessarily liked Freddie. Other girls liked him, but he waited until I would one day like him. Not that it would ever happen. But it was nice to know he wouldn't give up. Sam had always told him to give up.
Sam, how dare she as my best friend take the guy who liked, no he didn't like me, and he loved me. How dare Sam my best friend take the guy who loved me? I believed us best friends. First rule of being friends, you don't take each other's boy friends! Okay, I could see that.
I always knew in the end. Sam would be the unwanted one. Freddie and I would go to college. She would be left attempting to get a job. Regardless if Freddie and I ever hooked up, we would still succeed in better ways than Sam. She knew that. Than why was she making out with him?
He didn't love her. He loved me.
She had always loved him in our screwed up triangle thing.
I was smart. She wasn't. He was smart. She wasn't. How did the match? In no way what so ever, there I will answer your question. They didn't. He belonged with me!
Whoa, where was I going with this? I couldn't deny that Freddie and I looked good together. Meant to be together. Not that I necessarily liked that. Not that I liked him.
Just that we would be better together than him and Sam, now I had come resolution. Its not that I liked Freddie, it was that I liked the idea of Freddie and I together. It wasn't that I disliked Sam, it was that I disliked Sam and Freddie together.
There I was justified. Justified in hating. Justified in turning people down. Justified in trying to break people up.
