My first ever Fanfic. Hope you like it! This is the only kids show I watch on TV. Told in kind of a He Said, She Said thing. Please R&R. SEDDIE.
~Sam~
It wasn't supposed to happen this way. Freddie and I came out of the elevator.
"I love you, Sam," he said.
I wanted to scream, "Then why are you breaking up with me?" But instead I simply said, "I love you, too."
He looked at his watch. "We have until 12:00. Let's break-up then."
I almost shouted with delight, but then controlled myself, and nodded, stepping back into the elevator.
His hand went to my face and cupped it, kissing me. Soon his tongue was fighting its way into my mouth. He ran it over my teeth and beat off my tongue with it. I moaned against his mouth. He took his other hand and ran his fingers through my hair.
His hand pulled from my hair to push me against the wall, and to flip the kill switch on the elevator. The lights went out, and his hand returned to the position of running through my hair. My hands gently ran up under his shirt. I felt his 6-pack. For a nerd, Freddie had been working out a lot lately. (More than I can say for his former Train Club buddies.)
Freddie decided he wanted a little taste of me too, and the hand that was cupping my face soon cupped my breast above my shirt.
I was in heaven.
Before I knew it, Freddie's watch beeped. He grunted and pulled away from the kiss. I moaned, but not in a way that meant it felt good.
I groaned, "Freddie… Does it have to stop?"
He stood there for a moment, "You heard what Carly said. We're not really in love, we're just trying to piece together a relationship that just shouldn't belong."
I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
I nodded slowly.
Normally I couldn't keep my mouth shut, but right now I felt that if I opened my mouth, tears would fall out.
"Okay," he said guffly, "Then it's settled."
"Freddie?"
"Yeah?"
I reached up and pecked him on the lips.
"Good-bye," I whispered.
"Bye. See you tomorrow."
I leaned into his chest, and a tear trickled down my cheek.
~Freddie~
I really hated to admit it, but what Carly said was true. We were just trying to piece together a relationship that didn't belong together.
I took the stairs to go to my apartment, trying to avoid Sam, who probably took the elevator.
We both had to deal with the pain of telling Carly, and seeing each other tomorrow. I hated to see her. It made tears spring to my eyes.
Sam might've thought that I couldn't feel that tear that came out of her eye, but I did.
It almost brought tears to my eyes.
I thought back to the moment where we were standing there in the elevator when my watch beeped. Her hands had been up my shirt, through my hair, and all over my back. My hands were running through her hair and cupping her breast over shirt.
I had been happy there.
I was just going to have to get over the thought that we weren't meant for each other.
When I opened the door to my apartment, my mother was there waiting for me.
"FREDWARD BENSON! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? IT'S PAST 12'O'CLOCK!" She yelled.
I sighed. "I broke up with Sam, Mom."
I looked at her and I saw relief wash over her eyes.
At least one person was happy about this whole thing.