A/N. To celebrate the end of my iJust Saw... series... a songfic to "Cruel to be Kind".
For Envythorn by request.
Oh, I can't take another heartache
Though you say you're my friend
I'm at my wits end
"Sam's not your friend" – those words ran through his head over and over. He tried to kid himself that she was his friend, but was that really what she was?
You say your love is bonafide
But that don't coincide
With the things that you're doing
When Sam not so accidently spilt soda on his spy camera, he really had to wonder if it was worth it. Was keeping his electrical supplies away from Sam and putting up with her disrespect of him and his belongings worth being friends for?
When I ask you to be nice
You say you gotta be
Cruel to be kind, in the right measure
Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign
"Aren't we supposed to be friends?"
"Of course" Sam replied pouring her drink over him this time. "Why would you think otherwise?"
Cruel to be kind, means that I love you
Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind
"Just give it a rest Sam"
"Yeah, Freddie's had enough" Carly supported him.
Sam shook her head, "Freddie needs this. If I wasn't picking on him, someone else would… and then someone else would get the fun of doing it."
"So why do I need this again?" He didn't quite get the logic.
Sam shrugged and elbowed him.
Well, I do my best to understand dear
But you still mystify, and I wanna know why
He picked himself off, dusting himself off and yelling at Sam, exasperated. "I don't understand why you torture me like this!"
"It's simple. You bring it on yourself for being such a geek."
"Well you bring it on yourself for being such a…"
"You got nothin'"
"I'm thinking about it!" He cried in response. He had to think of something good this time.
I pick myself up off the ground
And have you knock me back down
Again and again
She pushed him back to the ground.
"Thought you might want to be more comfortable while you're thinking" she said leaving him in the TV room to go up the elevator.
And when I ask you to explain
You say you gotta be
Cruel to be kind, in the right measure
Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign
Cruel to be kind, means that I love you
"Freddie! Come up here a second!" She called to him. He came right up as soon as he got himself upright again.
"Sam? What's up?"
"You want to know why? You really want to know why?"
He stared at her, dumbfounded. Was she really going to tell him? "Yes. I want to know why."
"It's me saying that I like you."
"What? That doesn't make sense." He scoffed. "If you liked me you should treat me nicely."
"Nope. Think about it, it's nicer if I treat you this way."
"Nicer for who?"
"For you. You don't want someone who's going to treat you nice. Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen. Everybody knows that."
He smirked. "I guess I can't argue with that, then."
"Good. Expect more of it."
"Because you like me? That's a poor excuse Sam."
"Yeah, but you believe it" She replied and kissed him on the cheek, then punched him in the stomach. "See I like you that much!"
"Ow! My stomach!" He stumbled back downstairs, now understanding a little better why he was friends with Sam.
Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind
Ahhh... Freddie's feeling the "love"...