Mistake

A Seddie story. Hope you enjoy the good bag! (:

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I can't find Super Bass by Nikki Manaj on iTunes either. I'll never own it! I can't find Running Away by A.M either! I just can't find it! I'll never own anything! Whaa!

Sam's POV


A FRIENDLY GESTURE


Walking into Carly's bedroom yesterday seemed like a good idea.

"Hey Carls! I'm here!"

But when things got crazy, and I saw Freddie, for some strange reason, I got extremely mad.

"Benson! GET OUT OF HERE!"

Things got even worse when he got mad and we got into an argument.

"Shut up you little two-faced, tick bath loving, ugly tech producer, momma's boy! Nobody likes you! Now GET OUT OF HERE!"

As if things didn't get worse, he fell out of the building.

"FREDDIE!"

When I heard his screams, and his clothes rippling from the force of the wind, his hair flying, I knew it was over.

"Sam! Sam! Sam! AHH!"

I was even more scared when I heard the crashing of bones, the sickening sound of a clashing, the terrifying noise of silence from Freddie.

"Freddie? Oh my god! I'm coming down!"

He hadn't landed on the concrete, but the metal of a platform, a window washer platform about 4 stories down.

"My best friend just… fell out of a window and landed on the window washer platform and he needs an ambulance right away!"

When I got down to the 4th story and ran to the window and looked out, I saw Freddie's body lying there unconscious with blood everywhere.

I didn't care about a harness at this point, I just cared about him.

"I gotcha Freddie. Oh my god! I'm such a terrible person. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"

So I jumped out of the window and onto the platform, pulling his now, heavier body over my shoulder, and I tried my hardest to get back into the window without dropping him.

"Almost there, we're almost there, Freddie. I got this. It's gonna be okay. I promise."

I was in the window, but when Freddie slipped I lost control and I grabbed onto anything I could and make sure I had a firm grip. I felt his arm, and I knew I had both of his armpits.

"This ambulance better hurry up, oh my god!"

I was even more surprised when two hands grabbed my arms, and I looked over the window and saw the eyes of Freddie Benson himself: his brown eyes full of shock and pain and confusion.

"…Freddie…"

His hands twisted a bit and I tightened my grip on his arms and so did he, but when he started slipping, I couldn't handle no more, and I did the only thing I could do: I grabbed a hold onto him like I would fall too, and I almost did.

"Sam!"

He barely choked out the name, and I pulled him backwards, inside of the building, he fell, and I fell on top of him.

"Oh my god, Freddie, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so, so, so, so, so sorry. Oh my gosh. I'm a terrible person."

I couldn't move, but I rolled over so I wouldn't injure him anymore that I already had, and then I heard the sirens of the ambulance and prayed to god that it wasn't already too late.

"Freddie? Freddie? Freddie! Don't you dare die on me! Don't do it! I swear, don't you do it! You're too good of a person, don't die! Don't die!"

I had heard footsteps, and when they saw blood, they pushed me away, and into the wall. Within 5 seconds, he was out of sight.

"Wait! I need to go too!"

I stood up and chased after them.

"Hurry up then!"

I ran down the stairs and up into the ambulance with Freddie on a gurney, that I never saw them put him on. I felt the pain, the confusion-the guiltiness.

That's how I ended up in the hospital.


"So what happened exactly? What broke?" I asked the male doctor that was checking off things on a clipboard.

"Well, he broke his left leg, his right wrist, his right ankle and 5 ribs. A big bump on the back of his head. We took a CAT scan, but nothing was damaged. Nothing that serious. We have to operate on his ribs, but he should be out in about 2 to 4 weeks. He's a very lucky kid to survive a fall like that. He's also very lucky to have a caring girlfriend like you." He said smiling. What was he so happy about?

"Okay, thanks. And I'm not his girlfriend." I said.

"Okay." He said, walking out. I glared at him, and when the door shut, I looked back over at Freddie.

"Freddie? Wake up. You know you want to. Come on. Come on. Come on. Wake up. Do it." I sighed. I sat down, my head hitting the wall in the process. "Ow." I groaned. I hadn't even told Carly. I didn't want to tell anyone that I'd pushed him, but I'll have to tell her sooner or later. She'll scold me with that face, 'Sam. What really happened?'

I frowned, not knowing what to do. I pulled out my phone and texted her.

Carls, I'm at the hospital with Freddie. Come ASAP, I'll tell you details when you get here. Have prayers.

I waited, and waited, and waited. I never heard back from her. "Okay, okay. That's cool. Yeah." I said to myself. I walked over to Freddie, and saw his light breathing. I'm thankful that he's still alive. I really didn't mean to push him out of the window, but it just kinda happened. I punched him, and he slipped off. He was playing around too much though.

"I'm gonna fall. I'm gonna fall." Freddie yelled.

"Freddie, stop joking! It's not funny!" I yelled.

"I'm gonna fall, oh no!" He joked.

"Freddie, stop!" I yelled, punching his shoulder.

"I'm gonna-AHH, OH MY GOD!"

"FREDDIE!"

I shut my eyes, but I still saw it.

His clothes rippling in the wind. His hair waving. His arms and legs flailing. His body twisting and turning.

Oh dear god.


I sat there, watching him, like a hawk. Doctor had to come in only to check up on him. Wasn't very often either.

Sam. I feel really bad, but I can't make it, and I'm sorry I wasn't there when you came over. I know we all made plans, and my granddad is in the hospital too, and family comes first. I have prayers. Tell him I love him like another brother and I hope for the best.

I was glad to hear from Carly only 8 hours later, but at least she sent something. I walked over to Freddie, and sat on the bedside chair thing. I took his hand in mine. I realized that he's one of the only guys that I know that fingers aren't fat and short. His are kinda short, but long. Their kinda skinny but their fat. I know it's weird, but it makes him unique. I've never looked at this little stuff before.

"Freddie? I know it's bad how I pushed out of a window and all, but I want to say that I'm sorry. So, so sorry. I feel really bad and I even feel guilty. I don't like seeing you in the hospital because you're a good guy, and you put a lot of people before yourself. I don't like bringing it up, but the taco truck thing. I eat when I'm nervous mostly, that's why I ate that taco, but truth is, I never ate it all. I don't mean to be mean, but you're there, and I just can't stop playing this game that we play. It's means too much to me. Anyway, hope you wake up soon, because even I don't sleep this long," I chuckled a bit. "but, wake up soon. Carly says she loves you like another brother, and well, yeah. I miss having you up and…nubbish."


9:52

Sitting here is boring. He won't wake up and I'm getting really scared now. What if he's dead? What if he goes into some coma thing? What if?

I was about to close my eyes, and drift off to sleep when I hear a, "Sam?" I thought it was a doctor, but I shot up when I found out it was Freddie.

"Oh my god! Freddie!" I yelled and hugged him. I hugged lightly, and in an awkward position, so I didn't hurt his broken ribcage. He tried to hug me back, but just hurt his arm, so he used just one arm. "It's so great to see you, like, up, and alive." I said, still smiling.

"How long have you been here?" He asked, smiling. I'm glad he can talk and it doesn't hurt him. I

"Well," I said, checking my phone. "We got here around 12:30, and right now it's almost 10, so however long that is. I've been here, and I haven't left the room once. Not even to eat or pee." I said proudly, smiling.

"Wow. You do care about me." He said. Finally, I pulled away from the hug.

"True chizz, Benson." I still had a smile plastered on my face. I soon realized why he was here. "So, I'm really sorry about this whole thing."

"It's fine Sam, really."

"No it's not Freddie! You have a broken wrist, a broken leg, a broken ankle, and 5, 5! broken ribs!" I yelled.

"Sam, come here." He said.

"No." I said in a baby voice, turning away from him.

"Sam, come here. Please." He pleaded. I just had to do it. I turned around and I was met with brown pools filled with concern and sadness. I walked over to him. "Come here." He said, wrapping both, his normal arm, and his injured arm around me. Everything was silent, no people on the speakers, no talking, no beeping, no breathing. I came back and my lips brushed his cheek.

"Sorry." I said.

He smiled big, "It's fine. Can you-?" I rolled my eyes and as a friendly gesture, I kissed his cheek. Instantly, I saw his cheek turn red, and his face was just broke out into a huge smile.

"You're such a girl." I said.

"How?"

"I kiss you on the cheek as a friendly gesture, and you get all…girlish."

"So?"

"You make it seem like we're in a relationship!"

"Well why would I want to be in a relationship with a girl who pushes people from trees and buildings?" He yelled. His hand went straight to his mouth. I was seriously offended.

"I'm leaving." I said, throwing some things in my bags. I shoved my chicken in there, but made sure he didn't see.

"No, Sam I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, I-"

"Then WHY did you say it!" I yelled.

"I-I don't know. I didn't mean it though, I promise. I swear to you on my…dad's grave."

My head snapped to him at this. I threw my bag on the ground and sat on the bed next to him. "What happened to your dad, Freddie?" I asked. I took his hand in mine.

"Well, he was a soldier. He came to visit me when I was 7, but on his way back, someone had rigged their plane to crash, so he died. They found his b-body on a mountain side. It was bloody horror. I was so scared, and I had no idea what was going on. Soldiers were running with g-guns, and grenades at the air-airport. My dad wanted to get off the plane, but it was too late. I-I don't really wanna talk about it. I-I. I-I'm sorry for e-ever crying in front of you l-like this, but I-I can't help it. I m-mi-iss him. I loved him s-so much. That's w-when my mom became over pro-protective. She got me into technology, so I would never have to be like that, but, o-oh dear god." He explained, his head hanging low.

"I'm sorry to hear that Freddie. He was defending you, he loved you too. Never visit a graveyard, because, he's always gonna be, right here." I said. I patted my heart, nodding at the heart-filled words, remember what my mom had told me when her dad died. He had a brain tumor, and he died at 40. I wasn't born yet, but when my dad died, I was only 8, so consider me lucky. I placed my arms around him, yet again. I left my head lying in the crook of his neck. I felt a few tears drip down every now and then, but it's okay to cry.

A few minutes passed, and I asked, "You okay now?"

"I'm fine." He said. He voice cracked a bit, but I knew he'd be okay.

"Okay. You sure?" I asked into his neck.

"Mhmm. A-As long as someone's here with me." He said. I felt him smiling, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling too.

"I'll stay here as long as you need me. And don't get used to nice Sam, because once you're healed, it's game on baby," I said smiling. "Now that you're up, I need to pee." I said, and walked into the bathroom. I heard him chuckling, and I couldn't help but smile myself.


Here I am, sleeping on a quite uncomfortable cot, next to Freddie. I can't go to bed. I'm scared that I'll have a nightmare about what happened. I'm also scared about the storm out there. I've always been afraid of storms. Ever since my…dad.

"Sam! It's time to come in, it's about to storm! And, it's dinner time! I know how my girl loves some meat!" My dad would yell from the door. This time he walked out, coming to pick me up and carry me in.

"Okay dad." I said, walking toward him. Just at that moment, lightning struck right on his head. I sat and watched, unable to tear my eyes away from the horror of electricity volts going through his body. I love you daddy.

I pulled out my pear phone and some headphone and shoved them in my ears. I put it on shuffle and thought about happy things: ham, cupcakes, cheese, donuts, ice cream, chips, fried chicken, friend chicken, friend, Freddie, fall, push, screaming, crashing, cracking, bones, popping, snapping, splitting, lightning, storms, dad.

My eyes shot open. That's just great. The song came blasting on and I turned it down.

'This one is for the boys with the boomin' system. Top down, AC, with the coolin' system.'

That's not helping at all. I clicked next and Running Away by A.M started playing. I smiled when I closed my eyes, I just thought about our kiss. Not the fall, just the kiss.

"Well, lean."

I pushed the ear phones out of my ears when that loud song that I have came on. I stopped the music to consume energy, and I threw it in my bag. I looked at how little Freddie was on the big bed. That bed is calling me. Maybe if I just-

"Sam?" Is that bed talking to me?

"Bed?"

"What? No, it's me."

"Don't say me, I don't know who that is. Stop tricking me, you bed!"

"Sam! It's Freddie!"

"Oh, sorry."

"You're still up?"

"I can't sleep."

"Having nightmares about the fall?"

"Not really," I said, thinking about the storm. I couldn't let him know! "cause… I can't go to sleep, but yeah."

"You wanna…lay up here?"

"Um, sure." I said and I smiled and climbed into bed with him. At first it was weird, but I just didn't face him. I was almost asleep again, until I heard BOOM!

I screamed, and latched onto Freddie's uninjured arm.

"Sam! What's wrong? Oh my god, are you okay?" Freddie asked, turning to face me.

"I-I," I couldn't let him know about the storm problem. "I'm afraid of storms!" I yelled, grabbing his arm tighter. Too late now.

"You are?"

"Ever since my dad got struck with lightning, and I saw it happen, I've been afraid of them my whole life. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry Sam, come here." He said, bringing me closer to him. He wrapped an arm around me, and I buried my head in his chest, carefully. I pressed myself against him, so I couldn't hear the storm anymore. "Is your dad dead too?"

"Yeah." I said, frowing.

"Is that how he died?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Sorry to hear that."

"It's okay."

"Yeah, not really."

"Thank you, Freddie." I whispered.

"Anything for you, Sam." He said, bringing me closer, if possible. I smiled, falling into a deep sleep.


I woke up, and saw that I was lying on a hospital bed. Oh yeah, early this morning. Late last night, whatever. I looked to my right and saw Freddie, still lying there, sleeping. I smiled and tried to sit up, but something was holding us down. Well, me. It was Freddie's arms. I carefully, removed one from over me and he grabbed a pillow, but had a weird expression on his face. He felt the back of the pillow, and frowned, chunking it off the bed, turning in his sleep.

He's weird.

I smiled, manipulating him while he's sleeping, I pinched his cheek and it flew back to his teeth and gums. I laughed when he frowned. I frowned when he bit my finger.

I pulled a bag of steaks out of my purse and nibbled on them until he woke up.

"Morning honey." I said smirking.

"Morning." He said, stretching out his arm.

"You feeling any better?" I asked, guilt coming back to me.

"Yeah, maybe 1 or 2% cured." He said, smirking.

"Whatever, Freddie."

"Joking."

"Seriously, do you feel any better?"

"Yeah, had the best sleep last night," He said, smiling. "Don't know what it was, but-oh. You." He said, smiling even more, trying to embarrass me. "The storm. Sorry about that. And you're dad, you know." He said, concern filling his voice. Why is he so sweet to me, even after I put him in the hospital?

"Benson, why are you so nice to me, when I basically pushed you out of a window?"

"Because I care about you!"

"Why?"

"We're friends…"

"So?"

"So?"

"If you're my friend, then you have to care."

"By my own choice, Sam. My own choice. And I choose to care about you." He said, flipping around, not facing me.

I'm a jerk. I walked around the bed and went down on my knees. "Freddie, I'm sorry. Just, not many people other than Carly and Spencer care for me, so I'm not used to attention in that way. I'm really sorry, and I mean it." I said, being nice, just how Cary would want me to act. I brought my face to his and gave him a light peck on the cheek. He smiled, and so did I.

A friendly gesture.

A friendly gesture.

A friendly gesture.

A friendly gesture.

A friendly? gesture.

It's friendly to stay at a hospital for 2 days for a guy that you hate right?

A friendly gesture right?