Okay, so I wrote this last night (on my ipod). I'm pretty impressed with myself considering it only took 2 hours.
I hope you are too. Enjoy :)
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FREDDIE'S POV.
"Dude, we're having a party tonight."
My head shot up from my books.
"What? Here? Today?" I asked bewildered.
"Yes here, now get your head out of the book and live a little Freddie," started my roomate, "C'mon, find some booze for us tonight. You're the only one of us who can get it legally."
I felt my stomach lurch at the word booze. Booze meant party animals. Party animals meant people getting wasted. People getting wasted meant hangovers. Hangovers meant throw up. Throw up meant mess that I'll have to clean up because Xavier would be passed out on the couch tomorrow morning.
Definitely something I don't want to do during my weekend before final exams. it's my dorm room as well. Don't I get a say in this?
"No." I said rather harshly.
"C'mon Fred! You're such a sissy." Xavier whined.
"Don't call me Fred... " I warned him for the billionth time, ignoring his attempt of insulting me.
You know, when I was young, I always dreamed of going to MIT, and meeting people like me. It was always this distant place that I knew I would go to once I finished high school.
College. I thought it would be so cool. I'd get to live away from my mother for a few years, and do what I like without people teasing me about it. I was so wrong. I don't know what I was expecting, it doesn't matter how elite the school is, it might as well be Seattle community college.
You'll always find the same drug addicts, sex craved guys and girls, and underaged party acholics like Xavier anywhere you go.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one who's serious about their work here. I stared out of the dusty widow for a while. It was raining. it reminded me of home.
Thank god that my advanced technological programming course is almost over. I'll be getting my Masters degree after the finals, and will be finally graduating. I can't even believe I've lasted it here for this long. 5 years away from home is a long time. I havn't even visited. I was "Too busy" I claimed. It was an acceptable excuse for my mother as long as she called me 3 times a week. But the real reason as to why I don't visit is becuase I know if I go to Seattle, I'll never be able to come back.
I've thought about returning home mutiple times. But I could never do it. I kept on thinking about the pride on my mom's face when she held the certified acceptance letter. Waving it around like some sort of trophy, which, I guess to her... It was. It was certainly something worth bragging about to her aggressive parenting friends. And besides her and Spencer, there wasn't really anyone to return to. Carly is in college in Italy, and Gibbs is off working at who knows where.
"Freddie, you're still going to print me one of your high school essays that I can hand in for bio chemistry right?" Xavier asked.
"No."
"But Fred c'mon! I'm not gonna pass if you don't help me!" He whined.
"How did you even get into this school?" I asked for the thousandth time.
He opened his mouth to reply.
"Don't answer that."
I sighed, messaging my head. Where all 20 year olds this bad? The past few years have just been a blur of intense studying. I didn't even bother to try and have a social life.
"Look, I'll be gone in 2 weeks... Can't you just wait till then? And have some sort of summer vacation blow out?" I pleaded.
"Nah, man. I've already told everyone," he shrugged, "sorry." He apologized as if he cared.
I tried to continue studying the boring material, it was pretty basic for an advanced course. But I kept on getting preoccupied, thinking about what I'll do as one of Pears new products manager. Or where I'll live. My first real apartment. It'll be... Different to say the least.
I was abruptly shaken from my thoughts when I heard my Pearphone 6g go off. I stood up, stretched my legs and walked across the room to retrieve my phone, taking my time; my mother always called on fridays.
I looked at it for 30 seconds before my face went pale and I dropped the phone on the floor. The screen cracked.
"What the hell was that!" Xavier asked, picking up the phone.
" 'Freddie, I'm in town. Let's talk.'Ooh a girl texted you Fred? When was the last time you talked to a chick? 6 years?" He laughd.
Freddie was in a state of shock.
It was her. She contacted him. After almost 4 years of her leaving him, without a trace. All Alone.
His heart started pounding in his chest. He grabbed his keys and wallet and muttered a quick goodbye to Xavier. He had to leave, and he had to think. He ran outside in the rain getting drenched. Jumped into his car and sped off to who knows where.
In the course of three seconds his future he had planned has become unknown. Uncertain For the first time of his life. Millions of new possibilities swarmed around in Freddie's head. There was only one thing that he understood, and he understood completely. Sam was here.
And she wanted to see him.
SAM'S POV. ONE MONTH PREVIOUS.
"Laura, I said no,you cannot have jellybeans before lunch." I tried to explain to a 4 year old.
"But jellybeans are yummy! And you have fat cakes whenever you want." she challenged.
"That's because momma's got a stomach that can't wait for lunch."
Laura just pursed her lips. I tried my hardest to keep that fake smile on, when I was clearly getting annoyed.
"Cat!" The red head skipped out with a few crayons.
"Laura, can you draw me an orange zebra?" Laura laughed at Cat.
"There's no orange zebras in the wild!" She exclaimed.
"There can be if you use your imagination, give it a try!"
Laura hesitated for a moment, then accepts the tangerine crayon, and walks towards the table.
"Good work!" I praised her.
"Thanks Sam!" She smiles genuinly.
"Do you mind getting the cookbook out? I was thinking of making pizza with the kids."
I sigh, tired from all the running around.
"Whatevs." I reply, going into the storage room.
I easily find the cookbook and bring it to the kitchen when something slips out.
I set the book aside and bend down to pick up the dropped items. Pictures. One of J'ma maw (it was her cookbook), one of Melanie and I when we were kids and then the last one...
My heart skipped a beat.
It was a photo of me and Freddie, when we were a couple. All of a sudden a wave of emotions overflowed me. Love, hate, regret, sadness... I couldn't stop looking at his smiling face, nor stop the grin spreading on my own.
I didn't remember where I was or what I was suppose to be doing. I just had one thing on my mind.
A mission.
I had to find him. And I had to find him now.
NORMAL POV. PRESESNT TIME.
The car was parked on the side of the high way. It was pouring outside.
He had to pull over, due to the weather, and lack of mental stability he had right now.
Freddie remembered her leaving, every single detail. A memory he so desperately tried to forget.
5 AND A HALF YEARS EARLIER.
"Freddie I'm sorry." Sam sighed.
He couldn't believe his ears.
"No! No! Don't do this to me! Please." He begged, grabbing her small wrist.
"Freddie I have to go, there's no need for me here. Carly's gone, high school's over. ICarly's over. I didn't get accepted to any college. I want to go. I need a fresh start." She wanted to leave him. He wasn't sure he could handle anymore grief.
"What will you do?" He demanded. Sam wasn't that great at saving much money. She couldn't go that far.
"I dunno okay? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I have my mother's eighteen engagement rings."
Okay, so maybe she can got that far. Freddie started to freak out.
"Trust me." She insisted.
"I do trust you! I just don't understand why you can't just stay here!" The brunette yelled.
Her protective walls started to crumble.
"Because there's no need! Can't you see that? Everything I ever cared about is gone. Left me.
For better reasons than what I mean to them."
"You know that's not true Sam." Freddie protested, strengthening his grip on her left wrist, and placing his right hand on her shoulder.
"Look at me in the eyes, and tell me it's true. Only then will I believe it."
Sam hesitated for a few seconds, trying to choke out the horrid lie.
"It's true."
She looked at his forehead when she stated this, for if she did look into his eyes, he will be able to clearly see how wrong that was.
"LOOK INTO MY EYES SAM!"
She knew at that moment her façade is up. She lost. She couldn't do it.
"I can't." She whimpered.
Freddie let go of her shoulder, and ran his fingers though his hair.
"What if I never see you again?"
"You will... I promise you will. I'll call you when I'm there. I'll tell you where I'll end up if it makes you feel better."
Freddie let out a small sigh.
"You swear?"
"I swear on my life Fredward," she said seriously, "I have to go now." She yanked her wrist out of his reach.
"Stay." Freddie pleaded pathetically.
"I gave you my reasons, now you give me one good reason why I should stay here?" She raised her voice. Determined to get her point across.
Tears brimmed his eyes. "Because I love you." He cried.
There he said it. He has only said it once, and now he said it twice. Even in his frenzied state,it was the most beautiful thing he ever heard come from his lips.
Then he said it again in a whisper. "I love you."
Sam instantly began to stream tears down her cheeks.
Intense anger burned up inside her and she punched the hallway's wall.
She screamed with rage. She continued punching the wall. 15 holes.
Freddie watched her episode with shock. He didn't dare try to interfere.
When she finally calmed down she looked at Freddie straight in the eye. Her face was red from crying.
"It's too late."
She took hold of her suitcase and left Bushwell plaza.
He never did get the chance to tell her that he was going to reject M.I.T to stay with her.
He walked into his room and closed the door. Then he looked at his bed.
He had a heart attack.
Her Pearphone, Pearpod and laptop where all rested neatly on his bed. There was no mode of communication.
No possible way to hear her beautiful voice.
She didn't want him to hear from her again.
She was trying to loose him, and he didn't even know where she was going.
He panicked, as he quickly ran the outside desperately praying that her motorcycle would still be there.
But it wasn't. He lost her.
Freddie ran up and down the streets, desperately searching for the blonde. But she disappeared.
He broke down into uncontrollable sobs. She was right.
He was too late.
And now the one he loved would be gone forever.
His mother enrolled Freddie into MIT the next day.
Wow, okay so that was the most intense chapter I ever wrote. I'm not sure how soon I'll be updating this, but I am coming up with ideas. This story is not going to be a long one though.
Please review if you are interested in this story. It would mean a lot to me.
Thanks,
~Katie