Okay! I really hope you like this story! I want you to know that I do ship SPAM so that's more than likely what it will end up being, but as of right now…it's SEDDIE don't say I didn't warn you…I would, however, like you to read anyway…please! It is rated T for some sexual references throughout! I would also like to point out, this story will more than likely be a little(or a lot) angsty, so I hope you like that sort of thing! Please, please read!
Sam's POV
Going to this stupid thing was not my idea. If it was up to me I would most defiantly not gone to the homecoming dance. Now I look at myself from a distance, well not literally but in a sense, and do an overview of myself. I'm sitting down, while everyone else is dancing, and eating a fat cake. Well, low fat fat cake, mama can't afford to put on anymore weight, and this dress is tight enough as it is. I probably look pretty disturbed, but then again I'm too lazy to care. I don't know why Freddie and Carly insisted that I go to this stupid thing, but then don't even make sure I have a good time.
I would have been perfectly fine sitting at home, well not my home but at Carly's, on the couch with Spencer watching T.V. but no, I can't be a moments silence with the two wacko friends I have. They went on and on how it was homecoming and it was senior year and I would regret it if I didn't go blah, blah, blah. I honestly didn't know how many more so called, high school experiences I could take. Besides, spending time with Spencer seemed like a much more productive way of spending my evening. I know sounds inappropriate right? Staying at Carly's till late at night watching T.V. with her older brother. But, thing about Spencer is, and fun, and artistic, even funny without trying to be. The time seems to fly we when we spend time together, it's unexplainable. Don't get the wrong picture here, were simply friends, although sometimes I wish…no. Pushing that thought from my brain. Back to Carly and Freddie completely deserting me.
Freddie was too concerned with whatever his little noobish self did at these things and Carly was too interested in her new boyfriend Steven to give a second thought about me. I was about to get up and put myself out of my misery when Freddie finally decided to pay me a visit. "Why are you sitting over here all lonesome?" he asked trying to be boyishly handsome but failing miserably. "Go bother someone else Fredweirdo." He chuckled and I slightly glared, usually my insults make him leave. "Awww…but I don't want to bother anyone else, I'd rather sit here and bother you." He said raising his eyebrows.
"Come on Puckett, you're not going to sit in this corner all night." He said raising me from my seat(and my fat cake mind you) and led me to the dance floor, the last place I wanted to end up with Freddie Benson. "Ugh. Freddie, why did you decided to pick on me?" He laughed putting his hands on my hips as a slow song came on. "Sam, you have been picking on me since the first day we met. Don't you think I deserve a little payback?" I couldn't help myself, I giggled, because of Freddie Benson. The weirdest, nerdish guy I know and he just made me giggle. Freddie smiled obviously not so used to getting a girly response from me. I roll my eyes, "Don't flatter yourself to much there Casanova, I just saw Gibby take his shirt off again. I never ceases to make me laugh." He looks down at me, when did he get so tall? "Okay Sam, whatever you say." I slap his arm playfully, suddenly not wanting to cause him pain. "Just dance you nub."
He just holds on to my hips and I start to wonder why the thought of Freddie and I has never occurred to me until now. What no ma'am Samantha Puckett. You will not allow deviant thoughts such as those enter your brain waves. I'm mean…it's Freddie. Fredweirdo, Fredwhenny, the guy whose mother probably still picks out what he wears in the morning. But still, I get so caught up in the moment of us, of this, and suddenly wonder why it's taken me so long to realize, what's been staring me in the face.
We dance for a few more songs; suddenly I'm not having such a bad time, when the lights come on and the dance is over. Freddie smiles at me with his hands in his pockets like he's suddenly embarrassed and I just roll my eyes looking away before I smile. I know what he's trying to do, he's trying to make me fall for him, and if he keeps going at this pace, I just might let him.
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