Hola! I'm on a roll this month! Here's another story I recently got inspiration for after watching some old season one episodes...yes, I own all five volumes on DVD (I know, I'm a geek...but at least I'm dedicated!)...and it's amazing what you can come up with after watching material that's four years old. As for this...it's gonna be about four to five chapters, I haven't decided yet, it's not based off of any specific episode, and it's all mostly through Sam's POV. Hope you all enjoy this!
PS - I don't own anything.
PSS - Chapter six of Hello, Seattle will most definitely be up by the end of the month! :)
This is the worst day of my life.
"Listen, I know that what happened between us in the past was bad..."
As I sat there, out of sight and out of mind, I slowly felt everything around me go into slow motion. Was this really happening?
"But since we re-entered each other's lives, we've grown closer..."
I felt a tear slowly begin to drip down my eyelid and slide down my cheek. He can't be doing this. Not after everything we've been through together...
"And I've had these feelings that I can't get rid of...I don't want to be 'just friends' with you anymore..."
If I stay here any longer, I feel as if I'm going to completely break down and wilt away. How could he betray me like this? And how could he do it so easily?
"Something tells me that you've got the same feelings for me too...so here goes..."
I close my eyes tightly, wishing that none of this was happening. The words are coming, and they're going to be like daggers to my already fragile heart...
"I want to be with you...I really like you...in fact...I think I love you..."
Opening my eyes, I see her jump into his arms, kissing him madly. I feel my heart falling through the air as a loud crack of thunder rumbles through the air. Ironic. But it's when she professes her love for him that I really, truly feel my heart shatter. The tears are freely falling now, and I can't stop them. I quietly walk away, making sure that he doesn't see me, and begin the long walk to the only place that I can call home, the only place where I feel completely safe.
As soon as I reach the front doors of the mall, the rain begins to pour down from above like bullets. I look up briefly, the cold water hitting my face and masking the tears. I shake my head and zip my hoodie up, pulling the hood over my head as I walk. Normally the rain makes me feel like running through the puddles and having a crazy good time...but now the rain will forever be linked with the day my heart was broken by the one boy who I thought understood me...who I thought loved me...
After walking through the rain for what felt for like forever, I'm in the lobby of my destination. I look over and I can see the old grumpy jerk is about to say something to me, most likely about the water I'm getting all over his floor, but I shoot him my meanest death glare, trekking up the stairs to the eighth floor. Upon reaching my destination, I glance over my shoulder at the door across the hall, staring at it as if it'll come to life or produce the boy who broke my heart into a million pieces. But before I can even knock or kick the other door down, it swings open and standing in front of me is my best friend in the entire world...and the one person who, right now, can help me to mend whatever is left of my heart and my sanity.
"Sam?", she asks softly, a hint of concern apparent in her voice. All I can do is feebly nod my head as I walk past her and into the bright apartment, stopping right before the couch. My lips are trembling, half because of the rain, half because of the pain I'm feeling right now. I don't dare look into her eyes, because I know that I'll crumble for good and lose all self composure if I do.
"Is everything alright?", she murmures, taking a small step forward, reaching out for me gently. I shake my head, the tears (or is it the rain water?) streaking down all parts of my face. I try to form a somewhat coherent sentence but...
"H-he...he..."
At that point, Carly grabs me and pulls me into a fierce hug, sitting us down on the couch. She's stroking my wet hair and just...holding me, trying to comfort me and be there for me as best as she can right now. More thunder crackles through the night as my sobs are now uncontrollable.
"I'm so sorry...it's gonna be alright, Sammy...we'll get through this together. You're gonna be ok, Carly's got ya..."
I bury my face deeper and deeper into her shoulder with each word spoken. How can everything possibly get better from here? He just ripped my heart in two without so much as a care in the world! I just...I just feel like locking myself up in here and never leaving...at least I'd never have to see his face again.
"H-he to-told her...t-that he lo-loved her...oh god, C-Carls...", I whimper, biting down on my lip to stop it from quivering anymore. How could this be happening to me? All the signs pointed to the two of us ending up together! I just...I just don't understand. How could he fall in love with her? She nearly ruined everything before, way back when...she tried taking him away from the two of us. And even before then, she always displayed a bit of jealousy when it came to me and Carly...how could he do this?
"Shhhh", she whispers into my ear soothingly. "Don't worry about him right now, Sam...I'm here for you, and I always will be. We're gonna get through this...but I need you to tell me how this all went down. I'm not saying you have to right now...but if it's alright with you, I'd like to discuss this...you know I'll listen to you."
Weakly nodding my head, I remove my face from her shoulder and wipe away the tears. I'm sure I look like a pure and utter mess right now. I try to fix my unfixable hair, and compose myself as best as I can at the moment. I figure it's best to get it all out now than to hold it in and cry myself to death again while talking about it later on. Carly gets a look in her eye, like she feels that I'm ready to spill the beans (she's got a motherly sixth sense like that), and places her hand on my damp shoulder reassuringly.
"Sam...you don't have to talk about it right now. I'll understand if you want to just sleep and forget right now."
I shake my head again, pawing away at any stray tears and tucking wet strands of my hair behind my ear. I bite down on my lip...maybe now isn't the best time to talk about this, I realize. But before I can even say anything more, Carly hugs me again and takes me by the hand, lifting me up off the couch and leading me to the elevator. Once we step inside, she looks over to me and gives me a warm smile, one that makes me feel a little better...but in the grand scheme of things...
"I know it's hard right now...I know you really, really liked him, Sammy..."
"I...I lo-loved him...I st-still do, Carls..."
The words are harder to get out than I thought they'd be. She gave me a sympathetic smile and another brief hug as the door opened and we walked out. "Here...take a shower and go change...you're sleeping up here tonight."
I gave my best friend an incredulous look, like I couldn't believe what she just said. "Are...you sure?", I whispered, getting a nod from Carly in response. "I...I can't...I don't wanna be...a distraction...I'll just sleep on the couch..."
"No no, you're not sleeping by yourself down there. Whether you want to admit it or not, you need a friend right now, and I'm not gonna let you suffer alone like that. Like I told you, we'll get through this...together."
"But Carls...", I whine, trying to protest, but I get a grin from Carly as she grabs my arm and takes me into her room, handing me a towel and a fresh pair of clothes, gently pushing me in the direction of the bathroom. I hear the door click shut behind me, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the heartache from just a couple of hours ago. After taking my clothes off, I step into the shower and let the warm water wash over me, doing it's best to try and rid my body of stench that today will leave me with permanently. I...still can't believe it. Did today really happen? Maybe I dreamt it all. That'd be nice...to wake up and know that what I saw never really happened. I don't understand it all, though. What does he see in her? What's she have that I don't?
There's so many questions running through my head, and very little answers. I turn off the shower and begin the process of drying myself off, slipping into one of Carly's robes and wrapping my hair up into a towel. When I step out into the room, Carly's already lying in her bed, propped up against the headstand and sitting cross-legged.
"Feel any better, Sam?", she asks, yawning while stretching her limbs out. I can tell that she's about ready to pass out after a hard day of being Carly and helping to make me feel even the tiniest bit better. I nod my head and lay down on the couch, my makeshift bed for the night.
"A little bit...thanks for everything, Carls...you really didn't need to do any of this."
She gives me a sleepy smile while she struggles with keeping her eyes open. Another yawn escapes her lips as she slides down under her sheets "It's no problem, Sammy...we'll...talk in the...morning."
The next thing I know, I glance over and she's out cold, head resting comfortably on her pillow. A faint smile crosses my lips as I remove the towel from my hair and throw on my spare sleep clothes, plopping down onto the couch as I pull the blanket that Carly gave me as a cover. For the longest time, as I try to will myself to sleep, all I find myself doing is staring at the ceiling...and thinking of him. Except, instead of asking myself questions that will go largely unanswered or making myself hate him...I'm drawn to all the good times that we shared together. All the laughs...all the jokes...the arm wrestling...the fighting...the kisses...
I'm still in love with him. But I can't have him...and it's killing me slowly on the inside.
Congratulations, Freddie Benson. You've officially broken my heart. I hope you're happy.
Hope you all enjoyed that! Lates!