Hey, this is my first fanfic, so sorry if it sucks!
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Chapter 1
(SAM'S POV)
I awoke to the sound of a raging storm outside. Geez. I look at the clock and groan. UGHH. Seriously? It's 5:29 AM. What the heck is wrong with me? I usually sleep like I'm dead. I decided that it was just my hunger that woke me up…maybe…. Oh who cares! I'm always hungry! I slunk out of my bed lazily, and walked to my kitchen. Nothing. Jack. Wow, mom. And you wonder why I eat so much at the Shay's. I was STARVING at this point, so I just started franticly searching anywhere for a sign of a crumb. CRAP! My stupid mother spends our food money on freaking liquor and her boyfriends! Well what the heck am I supposed to do? Go to the Shay's? No. Why? Because Spencer found some stupid alarm system or something at the junkyard, and of course is using it because it's "coolio", or however he would say it. Can't go out, like I said, my mother is an idiot when it comes to money. Why do you think Carly has to pay for my smoothies and stuff all the time? Then, one thing passed through my mind. The last resort. Freddie. No, no no noooo nooo noooooooo. But then again… I was desprate. What? My mom never feeds me! And I mean NEVER. She just doesn't think about it. Ok, ok okayyy. If I go to Freddie's then I can just pick his lock and steal some food and be out. Ok. I'm going. I tried to move but my feet just stayed cemented to the floor. Why am I so nervous about being near Freddie,? I mean, he's a DORK. FREDDORK. More like Fredstudd. WoAHHHH. NOooo. No. I mean, yeah he is charming, and has grown into his body quite much over the years, and has those chocolate eyes that just make me….WAIT AHHH! STOP ITT! HE. IS. A. NUB. What part of that do I NOT understand? Oh yeah. All of it.
I walked silently down the cold, wet streets of Seattle with my raincoat on, not even bothering to run. I was deep in thought, and there was no shaking me out of it. I was thinking about a certain nerd, with a familiar pair of soft, brown eyes. What's wrong with me? I feel like I just got hit by a truck, and am now in this state of….bliss. I am so confused right now. Just yesterday, I took a fatcake I had frozen and threw it at him, which knocked him down in surprise, giving me just enough time to retrieve it, and stuff it down his pants. Poor fatcake. Now, here I am, a warm feeling in my stomach from just an image in my mind of him. Oh great, I'm here. I stare at the entrance to the Bushwell Plaza, and wonder if I should just turn around and go back to sleep. No, I can't I'm wayyy to hungry. I walk inside the dark lobby, relieved that it's to late for Lewbert to be at his desk. I step into the elevator, feeling it slowly taking me up with a gentle shake. I get to floor 8 and step out sleepily. I was getting sleepier and hungrier with every step. I walked straight up to apartment 8D, picked the lock casually, and * click* the door unlocks, suddenly. As quietly as I can, open the door and close it gingerly, careful not to make any sound, what so ever. I look up from the door and there lies on the couch, a familiar nub. My mouth drops open at the sight. He sits there, asleep with his hand in a box of lucky charms (sugar free of course, stupid Mrs. Benson.) and his hair is messed up, in a very attractive way…OH SHUT UP SAM! He stirs a little, making my breathing stop. I watch him carefully, just to make sure he doesn't wake up. I hear him mutter something but I couldn't understand it. I decide I need to get food and get out ASAP. I walk slowly to the fridge slowly but surely and I carefully open it. My eyes grow wide. I see a large ham, and a little less than half way drunken fatshake. Mmmmmm. I didn't know the Benson's even supported the fat cake business. I sleepily pull out the ham, and fatshake and devour them in a matter of minutes. Yep. The whole ham. To bad Benson, I am Sam. "Sammm sammmmmm,…" I hear Freddie murmer. Hell. Helllll. He sees me! I spin around quickly, and to my surprise, he is still asleep. He's dreaming about.. me? What? Why the heck would he be dr…" SAM! WAIT!," Freddie half shouts in his sleep. I just watch silently as my body feels like it's falling asleep. I need to get home before I … "Sam, I know you hate me but, I just want you to know that sssssss...," Freddie slurs. What the hell was he dreaming about me? Freddie starts talking again "Sam I love you, and I always have, you love me too. I can feel it, anddddd I love you I love youuu…" That's when I fainted.