CHAPTER ONE: ILEAVE
Sam POV:
He is leaving me, for what seems like forever. The boy with brown eyes that always melts into my eyes. The boy who owns a great smile and smirk in the whole world. I'm really going to miss him, not that I like him or anything, hehe hehe. Ugh, what do I say, do I cry, do I pretend everything is going to be alright when I know it's not. Ugh, think Puckett think.
"Bye Freddie, have fun!" Carly says as he gives Carly a big hug. Just a short phrase and it seems like Carly said everything needed to be said.
"Bye Carls, and don't worry, I'll try to have a lot of fun" Freddie smiles with the greatest smile in the world, not better than his smirk though. I think I mentioned that already, ugh, stop thinking. Yet, then again I never think, HAHA funny I just made a joke about myself. Wait, uh-oh, he is walking towards me!
"I guess this is it." Aw, he is so adorable. Why is Carly looking at us with googly eyes.
"Yeah, I guess so." That's all you have to say, what about all the things you planned before, why must you always get lost in his eyes. I never know what to say, once he is near.
We stare for about a minute until, I collapse into his arms, not wanting to let go. I felt all the warmth, and safety in his arms. I held him tight. I told myself I wouldn't cry, but I started to anyway. I guess he realized.
"Aw, Sam don't cry I mean I know you can't live without me, but I'm only going to be gone for 12 months."
He made me laugh, and I playfully hit him on the shoulder "Shut up" I dry up my tears.
"Well, if that's not it what is it?" He asks slightly serious.
"It's just… I going to miss you, so much" I tear again. He pulls me into another hug.
"I'm going to miss you too" I pull my head away.
"Really?" He wipes my eyes.
"Positive listen you have to promise you won't cry when I leave, it's not the Sam I know and I don't want you to start changing yourself ok," I nod "Good, I have to go, now." He says straight into my eyes.
"Ok" He kisses me on the cheek, and then he goes to Carly and kisses her on the cheek, too. Talk about feeling special. He leaves, finally saying he will call us after he gets off the plane.
I walk over to Carly with my head down.
"Aww, poor baby, come here!" Carly says and right now, I don't feel like defending myself from being baby. She pulls me into a hug. And that night, she held me, while I cried. She is the best friend a person could have, and I'm glad I still have her. If she left I don't know what I would.