(A/N This is my first fanfiction, so be nice.)
Chapter 1 Texts in the Night
(Freddie's POV)
I keep running away, even from the good things
I reached over and grabbed my cell phone, wiping the sleep from my eyes and smirking at the ringtone. I put my PearPhone on vibrate in fear that my psychotic mother might hear it and rush in.
Blonde Demon (A/N Sam): fredlumps?
I sighed and closed my eyes. VVV! It vibrated
Blonde Demon: Freddie? Thunder boomed and the rain poured on. Oh, Seattle.
Whoa. She called me by my name. Who died? "What? It's 2:30 am!" I replied.
Blonde Demon: Freddie, open that winder! I chuckled, remembering Carly's Aunt Margret, who said 'Winder' instead of 'window'. Wait, open the winder, uh, window? Why? I looked towards my window to see a certain blonde demon knocking, soaking wet. Her curly blonde hair dripped down her… DRESS? Her light purple dress was torn at her shins and half a sleeve was ripped off. I looked into her diamond baby blue eyes that have so recently made me melt- I shook my head, what was I thinking? The weirdest part was although her face was mostly dry, tears poured down her cheeks. She knocked, mournfully. How did she get there? The fire escape was on the other side of my room. She wobbled on the ledge. "Please, Freddie" she mouthed.
I walked to the window, recovering from the fact she said please. Lightning split the air; I gasped and rushed to the window. Blood was gushing out of her left shoulder and cheek. I ripped the window open, grabbed on to my blon- no, THE blonde demon, she's not mine, and helped her in. After she was securely in my room, she didn't let go; she cried. Sam-I-will-beat-you-down-or-give-or-a-broken-arm Puckett held me close and CRIED into my shirt. It was weird, she just fit there.
(Sam POV overlapping)
Just standing near Freddie's crazy mom made me act like a saint, it was a reflex. Dear GOSH it's cold out here! I knocked, soaking wet, bleeding and crying. I saw his jaw drop, gosh his silly bed-head hair made me snicker internally. My dress swayed in the wind, my head blacked out for a fraction of a second, making me wobble. Oh yeah, I'm wearing a dress, purple of course. I conjecture that I'm gonna have to tell Fredface anyway, so why should I tell you now? He opens the window, wraps his muscley arms around me and pulled me through. His heat radiated onto me and warmed up every inch of my body. My dripping face fit perfectly in his surprisingly well toned chest. I buried myself there, never wanting to move every again. Wait, WHAT! Sam Puckett doesn't cry, especially onto Fredicini Benson! Too late.
(A/N How did I do?)