DON"T JUDGE ME ON THIS PIECE ON CRAP! I CAN DO BETTER! :D
A/N: Uh..why do I keep writing after 11 o'clock? It never turns out the way I want it to... bluh. I just got this idea after watching iSaved Your Life, which actually doesn't make any sense because this is after iOMG… and I DID write this with Tim McGraw stuck in my head. And he won't get out. See what the dark does to me? I am doing way unoriginal plots and am dancing to, um, Tim McGraw. You probably didn't need to know that. Oh well, on to the story, and yes, I did write this author's note very first, and I am making the story up as I go. Let see…
Stupid. That's what I am. Stupid. Why? Why? WHY? Why did I kiss that…that…nub? I didn't even realize I had feelings other than resentment and occasional amusement until he got all mushy with his 'Go-For-It' speech. Why didn't I just do the threatened double fist dance? Why did I decide to grace his tech-talking lips to my perfection? URG! And here I am, on the Shay's couch, again. This is the place I always seem to end up after a traumatic experience… take the window washer's platform, for example. Where did I go after Freddie saved me?
Stop it. Don't you dare think about him. Oh my gosh...I am talking to myself. I really AM going crazy! I thought to myself. Eh, where was I going? Yeah… the window washer thing. Just like I am know, I am sitting on the couch in a sports bra and boxers. Girly Cow…hmm…funny stuff… Carly told me once that I have a tendency to run from my problems…but I'm not the only one who has a running problem. And no, its not Jake Hansen, star of the track team. Its Freddie. When I seem to run from life, he runs for his life. Usually from me.
Why can't I stop thinking about his lips? The way they were on mine…frozen, though. Why didn't he kiss back? I am above average looking teenager, I thought that was enough for him. Maybe I shouldn't have-wait. You don't need to know. Can't have you testifying against me. You can't prove anything.
Gosh, this annoys me SO much! Why can't we g back to those simple days when Freddie loved Carly, Carly loved…someone? And I loved ham. And fried chicken. And ribs. And bacon…what was I saying here? Ok, well, they say change is good, but since when have I ever been good?
You can shoot now. I am afraid I didn't do Sam's mind any justice…like at all. Oh gees, this is a hot mess… I can do better when I am in my element, which I am afraid is the whole "philosophical" mumbo-jumbo. Sam is just to superficial for me to relate too. Anyway…sleep is calling. Never fear, I will post again, something that is not to… icky. Haha, nighty night.