Disclaimer: I own nothing. Including a life.
I was sitting on Fredweird's couch staring at him from behind. Sometimes, I wished time would stop, so I could walk around to his front and stare at him as long as I wished. I wanted him to so badly confess his love to me, and sweep me off my feet to a far away land where its all ham, all the time. But I could never tell him that, I could never tell anyone that, not even Carly. Their worlds might explode if they ever found out I had fallen for the nub.
"What do you want again Sam?" he said, annoyance ringing from his voice. I sighed.
"Carly, Spencer, Yakima, bored, you food and television, the end" I said, not trusting my voice around him. I knew a mixture of hope and disappointment would be heard, and I tried my best to hide it. Sadly, I failed.
"What's wrong Sam?" he asked sounding concerned. Concern? For me? To good to be true, so I'll pretend it's a lie.
"Nothing dork, just bring me my food already and be gone" Well, that came out nicer than I had hoped (sarcasm).
"I'll give it to you when you tell me what's wrong you liar" and there he goes again, seeing right through me. Go die Benson, go die.
"I love you, that's what's wrong" I say it sarcastically, hoping he'd think it was a joke. I was far from joking.
"Really now, do you? And what would you like me to do about that? Confess my love right back?" he says with a laugh, having no idea how bad I wished he would.
"Yes." I accidentally say a little to seriously. Damn it Puckett, learn to be quiet sometimes will ya? He looks at me dumbfounded and tilts his head to the side. I'm not looking him in the eye but I can feel his on me as I stand to leave. What if he never wants to be my friend again now? What if he told Carly? What if they laughed? What if-
" Well good, cause I do"
"You do what?" I say innocently, acting as if I don't know what he's talking about. He stands as well and walks over to me, my back still facing him. I start drawing circles on my folded arms and squeeze my eyes shut hoping for the best, expecting the worse.
"I love you, always have, always will. I love the way you-" I cut him off by spinning around and flicking his nose.
"Shut up Benson, if you get all mushy on me and list 101 reasons why you love me, I'll slap you" I say looking serious. He chuckles as he engulfs me in the biggest hug ever. I wrap my arms around his neck and inhale his strawberry banana scent. I giggle as I remember again that his mom wanted a girl. I was glad she hadn't got her wish. We pull apart slightly and I look into his beautiful meatball brown eyes. No, not muddy, why the hell would I say muddy, mud is icky. Meatballs on the other hand, those are some good memories. I look at his perfect brown hair, and see the sun making it shimmer as I run my fingers through it. He looks down at me and kisses my nose. Stupid nub, I told him not to get mushy.
"Sam?"
"What?"
"I…I love you" I roll my eyes at him and punch him on the shoulder.
"I heard you the first time, shut up already"
"Gee, that was a nice thing to say to the guy you're in love with" I smile at him with the widest smile I've ever given to any soul""I know"