Hey guys! This is a new fic I came up with a little while ago. Currently, I have another chapter or two waiting to be uploaded, which are both better than this one. So if you want to see it, review!
Seattle was best known for its rainy days. The hours that would slowly tick by, as the sky seemed to let loose every drop of water it had ever captured. So as Carly Shay stared out her bedroom window, she willed the downpour to cease. She had never liked the rain. It frizzed her perfectly straightened and soft brunette hair, and made her preciously applied makeup run. Not only that, but the rain always meant that Sam's mom would be asleep and Freddie's overprotective, which kept both away for the day.
Sighing, she turned away from her wall and leaned back on her silky duvet comforter. Stupid rain, she thought. Thanks for ruining my week.
Not everyone was impartial to the rain, though. In fact, Fredward Benson, known to everyone as Freddie, particularly enjoyed sitting in the camp chair on his fire escape and watching the rain pour around him. The overhang and the floor above shielded him from the steady drops that pounded onto the Earth.
A sudden honking led him to glance down at the street, eight floors below him. IT seemed that a car was honking for something to get out of the street. But that something apparently wasn't listening, and the honking became more frequent. The car finally gave up, and Freddie decided to see what had caused the commotion.
To his surprise, it isn't a dog, a cat, or some obnoxious adult in another car. It's a teen. A girl, based on the bright pink shoes. Freddie takes in her appearance: bright pink converse, black skinny jeans, a navy blue long sleeved shirt with a short sleeve pink one on top, and a black jacket that reaches below her butt. She's a flash of golden blonde ringlets against the pouring gray Seattle skyline.
She's dancing, spinning, twirling, leaping, and jumping around in the rain. Kicking up puddles that line the edge of the street, albeit the downpour of drops around her smack on to the ground with a weight that would appear to be a few pounds at least. Mystery girl lifts her head to the sky, mouth wide open, and spins on her heels with her arms out, embracing the fall of raindrops. My God, that girl is stupid. She's gonna catch pneumonia! Freddie catches a glimpse of her face for a brief second. Could it be? No, she's not that stupid, he reasons.
"SAM!" he bellows into the storm. "SAM PUCKETT! IS THAT YOU DOWN THERE?" There is no answer for a minute or so. The girl is obviously shocked, but still spinning. Stopping on her heel facing Bushwell Plaza, she locates the source of the sound, the fire escape of room 8D. In the midst of the light brown building and the gray sky, she finds a head of brunette hair, glancing worriedly at her.
A famous Puckett smile and a "Of course its me, Benson!" later, Sam continues her dance routine in the rain. She's quite obviously undaunted by the rain, the thunder, and the lighting, leaving Freddie to gasp in wonder. He stands on the edge of the balcony, peering over the railing, until the rain stops and the blonde disappears around the block.
Every rainy day the same would happen. Sam would emerge the moment the rain started, and she'd begin a new routine. She'd spread her arms wide open and let the droplets pound on to her face, through her hair, and all over her body. He watches her, each and every day, laughing as she prances around in the downpour. And every day, she'd beckon for him to come down and join her. Every day, he'd refuse, too paranoid to step outside the comfort of his fire escape view. He'd sit without an air conditioner, the heat from the summer day enveloping him. She'd stand in the middle of the street, the raindrops brining cold water to her entity.
One day, things changed. Sam stepped into the rain and glanced at the brownstone building in front of her. Her luminescent smile slowly frowned as she caught sight of the empty 8D balcony. She turned to head back home, unready to face her mother's drunk nature and her evil son-of-a-b*tch boyfriend.
"You didn't think you could leave without a show, did you?" came a voice from behind. Whipping around, Sam found Freddie's boyish face grinning at her from across the street. Without hesitation Sam ran forward and into his arms. A quick hug later, they proceeded into the heavy, steady downpour. Sam grabbed Freddie's strong warm hand, causing shivers throughout her spine as it met with her cold one.
The two were polar opposites. Sam being cold as ice, and Freddie dreadfully warm. Their dance combined the elements of the two, as they complimented each other to the fullest. Amidst the rain, Freddie pulled Sam's shivering form into him, as both began to lean in. Heat flowed out and through their body as a result of their lips meeting, while the cold rain poured onto their faces. Heat and Ice are truly best together, as are Sam and Freddie.
I hope you guys enjoyed the first oneshot. If I didn't explain earlier, this is a series of oneshots regarding Freddie and Sam as two opposite forces, in this case the cold rain and the indoor heat. If you have any ideas on more opposites, feel free to put them in your review! Thanks! Love, RD613