Should I continue this story? I have an idea for it, it'll be either a 3 shot or multichapter. But I'm not going to continue unless I get at least 10 Reviews. So enjoy! Spoilers from iOMG! Read with Caution.
I stared.
I just stared at him.
What else could I do?
I had begun to speak, but when I saw the look on his face, I stopped. What ever words I had been planning on saying, god knows what it would have been, died on my lips. I am usually very good at reading people, but right now I had no idea what he was thinking. He had a blank look on his face, although his eyes were darting back in forth at a rapid pace, as though he was watching the words most intense ping pong match. His eyes held a million emotions, but above all confusion. And his mouth resembled that of a gapping fish. I hate not knowing what people are thinking; especially him, especially now.
I have always been known as someone to take risks; I am a Puckett after all. But this is the first time I've ever risk my feelings, my emotions, my heart. I've been trying to give him signs for days, and instead he thinks I'm in love with our fudge-making, albeit heaven-like fudge, intern. I volunteered to help with a school project, for him. Agreed to go to that Galaxy Wars movie, for him. Why would do that for someone who I just met? He could not take a hint. So eventually, I had it. I cracked. He stood there telling me that I should take the leap. To take a chance on love, despite my fears, so I did. He had no idea that he was telling me to tell him my feelings for him, my love for him. But I did.
He had known I was in love before.
Now he knows who.
Him.
Freddie Benson.
Every since our first kiss, my feelings began to change for the nub. Cliche, eh? But it was true. I won't say I fell in love with him right when his lips touched mine two years ago, because I didn't. We were kids then. Hell, we're still kids now. But when he kissed me back on that fire escape, both of us awkward and anxious to even agree to something as ridiculous as a get it over with kiss, a switched turned on. It was in those fews seconds that his lips clumsily held mine, that I realized that I could not longer be his 'frenemy'. I could no longer deny that I had no feelings other than hate towards this boy. If I did truly loathe him, then why would I agree to kiss him in the first place? You don't kiss the ones you hate.
After my 'ephany', I began to treating him more like a friend. Nothing big really. Less physical pain here, less emotional abuse there.
Our fights turned into playful banter.
We began to spend time together without the third member of our trio.
We began to look to eachother for help, someone who we could turn to when there was no one else, we began to rely on one another. I sometimes, rarely though, offered him food. He in return would let me play on his PearPhone without complaint. It was all the little things, all the little moments that left us smiling secretly that made me realize.
Somewhere between all our laughs, long talks, stupid little fights and all our jokes, I fell in love.
Actually, maybe I can say I hate Fredward Benson.
I hate him for making me love him.
I hate him, because he made Sam Puckett fall in love with Freddie Benson.
There it is.
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