Sam's P.O.V
I had my eyes glued on the T.V., a girl came onto the screen, and she was wearing a green stripped shirt with a skirt. She was in the cafeteria and fell into some food. It wasn't that funny, but the way she looked was. I started to laugh, but a girly giggle came through my lips instead. It was so unlike me. Freddie noticed, and he laughed at it.
"That was…"
"Disgusting, I know."
He shook his head. Then what was it? "It was… cute."
Cute. Since when did Freddie think something I did was cute? I just looked at him. Cute. At first he looked nervous, and then his face softened. Cute. "You're cute, Sam." My face got hot. A smile tugged at the edge of my lips. What is wrong with me? Why am I so girly right now? Cute. He's probably just being nice, he doesn't mean it. "R-r-really…?" I looked up at him. He looked back, his chocolate brown eyes melting, shimmering in the ray of sunlight shining through the window. Cute.
"Yeah."
"You're… cute… too." I looked down, ashamed of telling him. I wanted to see his expression, so I looked up. He had a smirk on his face. Cute. My face felt hot again, but I noticed he had a reddish tint on his cheeks. Cute.
"Why you blushing, nub?" He looked down. "Umm..." I narrowed my eyes at him. He looked back up. "Because… I… meant… it." He looked back down. Cute. "And I didn't?" His head shot back up. "You… you did? You meant it?" My face felt hot again. "…Yeah." He smiled. Cute.