Summary: Was it so wrong to still sulk over someone you haven't seen nor talked to in four years? Especially if you tormented that person half to death but at the same time completely made their day in ways others couldn't? This, my friend, can be described as love.
Twenty-two year old Sam Puckett sat at the Los Angeles airport waiting on her three best friends to arrive. She anxiously tapped her foot rapidly on the airport tile. This would be the first time she had seen any of them in four years. The thought of seeing them again, especially at once, frightened her in an amazing way.
Especially Freddie. He was most definitely the toughest person to cope with for the whole summer.
The two had broken up right before college started four years ago. Neither of them thought they could handle a long distance relationship, so they thought it was best to wait until they were together again, once and for all. He probably had a new girl by now. The thought disgusted her but she knew with Freddie's good looks, talent, and intelligence it wouldn't be hard for him to find someone—anyone—that he could be happy with.
She looked around taking in the crowds of people around her. She knew they had changed some, but she didn't think it'd be so hard trying to point them out in a crowd. She knew they'd be able to spot her, and even she had changed some over the course of four years.
Her hair had grown, her bangs now reaching across one side of her face. At certain times, for instance, now, she wore her hair in a messy bun with a band holding it back—it was the only time her red streak in the back was shown. She wore sunglasses over the top of her head and small diamond earrings on her ears.
Another change—her figure. She had more curves on her body than ever. It was safe to say that she was slowly evolving into a woman.
Although the change of figure, she hadn't started dressing any differently. She still wore clothes that were comfortable to her and her body. She didn't want to look like one of those girls because she wasn't like them at all. She only wore dresses or skirts when she absolutely had to and that was almost never, which bothered her to the least.
At this moment, she wore a pair of skinny jeans, a slightly baggy sweatshirt, and sandals. Truthfully, she didn't seem to care about what other people thought of the way she dressed as long as she felt relaxed.
In the distance, she noticed three figures walking her way. Two boys and one girl.
The first boy was tall, thin, had light brown, and was very muscular. His sense of style, though, was weird but familiar. The next—the girl in the middle—had dark brown hair with light brown streaks. Sam could barely make out her eyes, but noticed they were brown. She was wearing a floral dress with a green jacket and black flats. The girl's curly hair bounced as she walked, every step getting more and more pep-filled. The last—the second boy—was tall, but not taller than the first boy and his hair was brown, but not nearly as light. His brown eyes were clearly seen through Sam's eyes. This boy was also muscular but his style was a bit better than the first boy's. She noticed the signature smirk playing on his lips and immediately knew who these people were. They were all carrying luggage of all sizes and colors, but it was evident the girl had the most things.
Sam beamed as these three oh so familiar people ran towards her. She placed her phone in her pocket, running at them too. As the distance between Sam and the other three decreased, they all reached out their arms, attempting a group hug. Instead, they all fell on top of one another, and burst into fits of laughter. They didn't care who stared at them or who glanced at them, wondering, "What's wrong with these people?" The only thing they cared about at that moment was each other.
"Wow," Carly spoke first as they stood up. She brushed some of her brunette hair out of her face. "It's so good to be with all of you guys at once again."
They all nodded in agreement. "It is," Gibby stated.
Sam felt Freddie's eyes on her when she spoke. "Who's ready for two months in California?"
The three cheered and Sam laughed. "Well then, I guess you would want to know where you'll be staying at for two months."
"Where?" Carly asked.
"My apartment," Sam stated.
Freddie smirked. "I don't know, Princess," She smiled inwardly at the use of his old nickname for her. "How often do you clean?"
"You'd be happy to know that I actually do clean up after myself," Sam told them.
Gibby raised his hand, as if Sam was some sort of teacher. "Does your apartment have hand soap?"
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When they arrived to Sam's apartment, she unlocked the door and let them in.
They took a good look around.
"Sam!" Carly gasped. "You of all people have the color pink on your apartment walls?"
Sam rolled her eyes, playfully. "It came like this and I was too lazy to paint over it. Don't worry; it kills me to look at it."
Carly laughed and they all sat their bags down in the living room.
"Now, as far as living arrangements, since my apartment only has two rooms, me and Carls will share my room, and you two dorks will share my guest room. Fair enough?"
"Sure," Freddie said, and then turned to Gibby. "You do sleep in pants and a shirt, right?"
"Nope," Gibby stated. "I sleep naked."
"I'll take the couch." Freddie said, and everyone laughed.
"Just kidding, I stopped doing that two weeks ago." Gibby stated and Freddie let out a huge sigh of relief. "Now I sleep in my underwear."
"Once again, I claim the couch."
AN- This is something I just thought of. I want to challenge myself with two stories right now, which is why I'm starting this one. Honestly, I have no idea where this story will be headed, but I hope somewhere good. So I will be doing this story and Secrets so keep on the look out and tell me what you think of this. Thanks!
~ilove2shipseddie