He watched Sam as she laughed, her green/pink/blue/white rimmed eyes sparkling. (Because life with Sam is always ohsofun) She was dressed as a Mermaid, because she found anything like that pretty disgusting. Yet, disgusting as she was supposed to be, she still looked beautiful (what more could he expect) and he felt the over whelming urge to pull out his Nikon and snap a picture of this rare candid moment (smile for the camera, baby).
Tugging at her straightened mass of blonde, he saw a flash of a frown (but everythings fine, I swear) because he knew she was regretting coming as this. She hated pretending she was perfect, because she was Sam and Sam's imperfections were what made her her.
Walking over, he could hear her shout cuss words at some random kid that got in her way, and smiled (because being abrasive is always a fun time) before catching her eye.
The look she gave him was not one of hey baby, welcome to the party but more of a you broke my fucking heart one. Warning signs were shooting from her eyes but he didn't take the hint, didn't want to
(Because seeing your face freshens up my day).
'Hey.'
'Didn't know you were here.' Sam was never one for pleasantries.
'It's Carly's party, of course I'm here.'
'Then go find her, and leave me the fuck alone.' (Your eyes aren't dancing anymore)
'Can't you just get over this? I said I was sorry.'
'You better fucking walk away before I break you.' (Like you broke her) Sam doesn't care who's listening, who's watching, because this is just another argument, another day at the office and besides she has a rep to keep.
'Sam, I really am sorry.' He lowered his voice, to make her realize he was serious and not up for a fight. The audience that had gathered wasn't exactly helping either.
'Are you deaf? Because I am as sure as shit I just told you to walk the fuck away.' (She never used to swear, she used to smile)
'I need you.' (But you might as well be deaf and dumb because she's just not in the mood for you)
'God Benson. I gave you a chance, and you fucking messed me about. Sam Puckett never forgets.'
'Can we just talk?' (The buzz around you is making me dizzy)
'We just did.' Walking away was not normally something Sam specialized in. (What happened to You Hit Me, I Hit You Harder?) A blur of blonde and then nothing. Crowds trickled out, Spencer offered a pat on the shoulder (Makes it all better) as Carly ran off after her best friend.
'Come on Sam open the door!' Carly pleaded for the last time that night, before Freddie softly pulled her aside and asked for a hair grip.
Hair grip in hand, he fumbled with the lock and successfully cracked it (learnt from the best) before hearing a clear, 'Bitch.' leave Sam's lips (hey, takes one to know one).
Carly walked away (clack clack clack) as Freddie closed the door and locked it again.
'We need to talk.'
'You need to leave.'
'It wasn't what you thought it was.'
'Then please explain it to me.' (Your voice is too quiet, it's all so fucking wrong)
'She kissed me.'
'And you kissed back.'
'Yeah. But that doesn't change my feelings for you.' He mumbled.
'And your feelings don't change the fact that you're a fucking arse and I don't need you.'
Silence filled the room and there it was again, fucking quietness.
'Did I break your heart?' He asked, looking the blonde in the eyes.
And of course her words said no but her eyes said you destroyed it, never mind fricking broke it.
'I'm so sorry, Sam. I'm just so fucking sorry.' (Be a man, don't cry) A tear broke loose and there went his pride, but does it even matter anymore?
'You broke me.' Sam whispered (and why can't you scream? This isn't you, this isn't you). 'I've never told anyone. But you broke me.'
'You can cry.' Freddie whispered but he knew very well she wasn't going to (Puckett's don't cry, Benson) because she didn't like being the weak one.
'I wouldn't give you the satisfaction.' She spat, and it was only then that he realized she already had cried, mascara was running down her cheeks, bleeding with green eye shadow that looked so fucking horrible in this harsh light, and one of her bottom lashes was missing.
She had never looked more beautiful.
Pulling her into a kiss, he resisted her punches and screams and hot tears (it's all better, you're not quiet anymore) and slowly pulled away so he could kiss away her salty tears (kiss it all better).
'YOU CAN'T KISS ME! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO FUCKING KISS ME!' She screams and this is the first time you've seen her cry like this, (you've finally got her to open up) and she slides off of the toilet seat onto the cold ground, kicking and thrashing his helping hands.
He sat down and restrained her, pulling her into a bear hug, and whispered, 'Hey, hey, shh. It's okay, baby. It's okay.' over and over (just like her mom never did) until she was quietly sobbing.
'You can't... Fucking kiss me... I fucking hate you... Don't touch me... Don't call me your fucking baby...' She whispered, inbetween more hot tears.
'Hey, hey hey. Calm down.' He used a finger to wipe her eyes softly, not caring that it came back multi coloured (I'll never wash this hand again).
'Don't tell me to calm down.' She whispered. He chuckled (some things just never change) and kissed her forehead.
'I fucking hate you, Benson.' She sighed into his chest. And that was it, she was done. They sat, tangled up in eachother, on the cold hard floor, two hot messes. (And I've never loved you more, baby)
Sam fell asleep, and Freddie did soon after.
Waking up, Freddie looked around for Sam. She was gone (of course, you can't just fix everything just like that) and he sighed.
Hey, they were never perfect.
Hey, thank you guys for reading this, sorry for all the cussing, I think that made it heaps more angsty :D
That was so much fun to write.
If you R&R, I'll love you forever :D