iMake Her Wishes Come True

Summary-Sam hates her life so she writes a list of 16 things she wishes for, for her upcoming birthday, which is 16 days away. Sam loses the list and Freddie finds it, without her knowing. He goes one by one, starting with 16, making her wishes come true. But what happens when he reads wish number 1? Seddie and a little Freddie/OC

Rated T (for language)

Prologue

General POV

Sam ran into her room. The door slammed a lot harder than she meant it to, but that was the least of her problems. Once her backpack found its way to the floor she found herself sprawled across her bed, screaming into a pillow.

This isn't fair, she thought, it isn't supposed to be like this.

Carly was going to be out of town during Sam's birthday. Her beloved father and mother were coming to Yakima four days before her birthday, and they were staying for two weeks. She was going to be best-friendless for two whole weeks. And the two weeks before and during her birthday? That just wasn't fair. Just cuz she accidently used the flag that the president had given Mr. Shay for loyal service as a napkin didn't mean he had the right to take Carly away from her for two weeks.

And, as the icing on the cake, guess what Freddie did today? He told his girlfriend, Leah, he loved her. No one thought they'd get far in their relationship, but they've dated for 3 months and they're 'so in love'.

Ugh, it makes Sam sick.

And it wasn't supposed to be like this, he was supposed to love her- um, her best friend, Carly. Not Leah.

Sure, Leah was nice, and pretty, and smart, and was actually a good friend of Sam's. But god, she annoyed Sam when she'd kiss Freddie or when she'd talk about how nice Freddie was and how she loved him and all of that stuff.

All the stuff that she was robbed of.

She grabbed her pillow off of her bed and threw it across the room. It hit a small table in the corner of her room and somehow knocked it over.

Crap, she thought, well, ya know, that was a good throw.

She trudged over to the table and stabilized it. She started picking the items that fell off of it up until she came to a little pink book with her name embroidered on it.

"Is this…?" Sam thought aloud, opening the book. "Yup." She recognized the book; it was a diary. The diary that Carly gave her for her 15th birthday. She sat Indian-style on the floor, curling her toes in the carpet, and sighed. Grabbing a pen she started to scribble in the diary.

Dear Diary,

Damn, she thought, that's tacky. Oh well. She jotted down some words about her depression, but soon found herself writing 16 wishes, one for each year she's lived.

16 WISHES: By Sam Puckett (Obviously)

16. I wish for some Bacon flavored bubblegum.

Why? It's gum that tastes like meat. What more would a person want? (Very ironic since I have 15 more things that I want listed below)

15. I wish I could meet George "The Boulder" Dawson

Why? He's the best MMA fighter of this generation!

14. I wish I could go see the movie Galaxy Wars: The Final Galaxy War

Yeah. Okay, I admit it. Galaxy Wars is the most addicting chiz ever. But Sam Puckett isn't some nerd! I just wish someone would, I dunno, sneak me in and watch it with me.

13. I wish someone would compliment me.

I am a girl after all. Nobody ever tells me that my hair looks nice or that I look pretty that day. Nothing. They just run in fear. I hate that about myself.

12. I wish for a day off of school.

I know I skip school a lot but I wanna do it with someone; that would be fun.

11. I want someone to befriend me while Carly's gone.

I want a friend. Someone who will hang around so I'm not lonely.

10. I wish I wasn't feared all the time, by everyone that passes me.

Lots of people think I like to be feared. I don't. Okay, I do, but not by everyone. I don't like it when people flinch as I walk by.

9. I wish for a real gift.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get gifts on my birthday like anyone else. But never a real gift, a gift someone gives 'just because'. Ya know, that gift that comes out of the blue, but you love it anyway.

8. I wish for another kiss.

Freddie was my first and only kiss. I wish I'd have another, because the kiss was magical. I wonder if all kisses are like that.

7. I wish someone would ask me to the dance.

Anyone. I hate going to dances as a third wheel to Carly and her date. Carly won't even be there so I'll probably end up going alone, just like I did to the last dance (AND on top of that Gibby rejected me!)

6. I wish my mom cared.

Just one day I want my mom to love me, for her to acknowledge that I'm a human being and that she's my mom. For her to take one day off of smoking and drinking and all that chiz and for that day to be an all-about Sam day.

5. I wish someone would throw me the best birthday party ever.

Uh, no comment, I wish someone would throw me the best birthday party ever, enough said.

4. I wish someone would give me an all Sam day.

Just one day that'll revolve around me and that person. We can do all of the stuff we love to do and all that chiz.

3. I wish Freddie didn't love Leah.

I know it's kinda selfish but Leah miss perfect; in my opinion perfect people don't deserve other perfect people.

2. I wish to be put first in someone's eyes.

Not second or third or fourth-first. They think I'm the best and prettiest and all of that chiz. I probably don't deserve it though.

1. I wish Freddie loved me.

Or at least give me a chance. I'm not that bad, am I? I just wish he considered me as a friend, not the tomboy who bullies him. I wanna be put first, not second to Carly and I think Freddie's the only one who can do that.

Hopefully.

She hadn't noticed she was crying. Why was Freddie so dumb, so blind? Maybe it was because of Leah, she was everything Sam wasn't and Freddie seemed to like that. He seemed to like people who were as different from Sam as possible.

"Dammit!" she screamed, throwing the diary across the room. Then she started running her fingers through her hair, trying to sort her thoughts. But she ended up crying in the corner of her bedroom and eventually drifting off into sleep.

Stupid diary.

-PAGE-BREAK-

Sam woke up to the light streaming in through the curtains. Her head shot up. She noticed the clock read 9:30. Great, Carly was going to murder her. That's exactly what she needs.

She grabbed a random shirt and some skinny jeans and put them on. Her hair ended up being thrown into a messy high-ponytail, which she rarely wore, and she threw on a pair of boots that Carly accidentally left the last time she was there.

She rushed into the school building at 10 o'clock on the dot. She would have been there sooner, but she stopped to get a breakfast burrito and the cabbie was driving slowly.

As she quickly turned the corner to get to her locker she hit a hard object.

A person.

"Hey! Watch it, would ya?" Sam spat. She was so not in the mood. And, on top of that, her forehead hurt now. "Aw, my burrito…"

"Sorry," Freddie mumbled, wondering exactly who he bumped into and how soon someone would be able to see the bruise on his forehead that would definitely be there.

They both looked up at the same time and realized who caused the large bump forming on their forehead.

Freddie stumbled to his feet and extended his hand to Sam, while apologizing.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just help me up," Sam groaned, accepting Freddie's hand of help.

"Hey, you look nice," Freddie complemented. "Oh, or are you 'Melanie'"

Before Sam had a chance to tell him off and prove there was a Melanie a certain shirtless freak ran into her. She fell on top of Freddie, spilling her backpack as well as his.

"Sam I am so sorry-" Gibby started.

"Gibby!" Sam growled. Freddie restricted Sam of attacking Gibby, giving Gibby a chance to run. Once Gibby was out of eye sight Sam gave up trying to attack him and sighed.

"I'm not having a good day," she muttered. Freddie let go of her and she went to pick up her books; Freddie knelt down to assist her. As soon as they'd gathered their books they went their separate ways.

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"I cannot believe you did that Freddie," Leah laughed, squeezing Freddie's hand a little harder. "I'm surprised Sam didn't tear you in half when you ran into her."

"Yeah, she was more concerned about her breakfast burrito," Freddie stated jokingly as he opened the door to his apartment.

"But didn't you get her a new one? If you didn't I'll give her the money and-" Leah started to dig in her purse for her wallet.

Freddie put his hand on hers, preventing her from continuing her search. "No, Leah, it's fine. I gave her 5 bucks; she could have gotten another burrito or bought some gumbo."

"You sure it's fine? She seemed a little shaken up all day. She kept muttering about how she'd lost something. She wouldn't tell me what it was, though."

Freddie lead Leah to his room and set their backpacks on the bed-he always carried her backpack when they set up a study date.

"Yeah, I'm sure she's fine. And if she wasn't she wouldn't admit it."

"It's funny…" The distant look in her eye told Freddie she was thinking hard.

"That Sam can't admit that she has a problem or needs help? Yeah, so hilarious," Freddie teased.

Leah rolled her eyes playfully and smiled. "No, not that. It's just, whenever you told me you loved me," she started.

Freddie moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. "Mhm."

Sadly, it didn't distract Leah as Freddie had thought; she just kept talking, "Did you notice that Sam looked… hurt? Does she have a thing for you?"

Freddie couldn't help but laugh, and when he did Leah pushed him away, claiming she was serious. Freddie just smiled at his girlfriend's absurdness. "No, not even a little. She was probably just angry that she was wrong about our relationship. She thought it would end fast and it means nothing." Freddie gently grabbed her hand and looked Leah in the eye. "But I love you."

Leah huffed in defeat, but replied, "I love you too. But we need to study."

"Yeah we do." Freddie made his way to the bed as Leah made her way to the door. "Where ya going?"

"That was proper English," Leah teased. Freddie stuck his tongue out at her but she ignored him. "I'm just going to grab a snack, want something?"

"Grab me a lemon square?"

"You got it," she smiled. Once she walked out Freddie emptied his backpack, examining all of his books.

"So many books, so little time," Freddie said to himself. He noticed a little pink book. "What's this?" As soon as he picked up the book he noticed Sam was embroidered on it.

Freddie figured he accidently picked it up when he ran into Sam earlier that morning, but couldn't resist opening the book and reading it.

This is stupid. I got you for my 15th birthday from Carly.

I don't know why she even bothered giving it to me. You're a stupid diary. And you're pink, the most awful color ever. Well, a bunch of chiz is going on in MY life, so why not write it in here? Not like anyone will see it…

Freddie set it down. He was starting to feel guilty about all of this. He knew he shouldn't be reading it, but with all of the chiz that she put him through, why not? He deserved to learn a secret or two about Sam.

Dear Diary,

I'm going to spill all of my chiz into you. Here it goes…

My 16th birthday is in 17 days. Yup, 17 days. It's supposed to be the best day of my life, right? Well, it won't be. Why? Cuz Carly and Spencer aren't going to be there. Their dad is coming to Yakima for two weeks. She's leaving in 3 days so I'm going to be alone for my birthday. Plus none of my wishes will come true. I might as well write my wishes in here, like I said, nobody will see this anyway.

16 wishes? Freddie grazed the page and saw the numbers 1-16 and Sam's handwriting next to each number.

Gosh, fate seemed to be playing a little game. This opportunity was put right in front of him. And he had this weird feeling in his stomach that told him to do it. Give Sam all of her wishes. No matter how ridiculous or lame, just do it.

But why?

"Freddie do you want one lemon square or two?" Leah called, interrupting Freddie's thought process.

"Uh-um-yeah two, please. Can you grab me a Blix too?"

"Already did," Leah smiled as she walked into the room. Freddie quickly hid the diary under one of the pillows. "Two lemon squares that look as if they're drained from all deliciousness and a Blix from your secret stash." She handed him his snack.

"Thanks." She gave him a kiss and sat down next to him. "Hey, Leah?"

"Yes, Freddie?" she giggled.

"Has Sam really seemed… off to you?"

"Uh, just a little shaken up, why?"

"Do you think if she got, I dunno, say an awesome birthday-gift-thing she'd be back to herself?" Freddie started fiddling with his fingers.

"What are you thinking?" She inched closer to Freddie, tilting her head in thought.

"Just… thinking. So do you?"

"I guess. What is going on in that head of yours?"

All Freddie was thinking about was the opportunity fate put in front of him.

And he wasn't going to pass it up. He knows he has to do this, though he isn't sure why.

But he's going to make all of Sam's wishes come true.

This is just an introductory chapter, they'll get better. I know that it's a little disconnected, but the other chapters aren't like that. Please don't tell me the wishes are OOC for Sam because I know some of them are; it's just showing a softer side of Sam.

I finally got it up! And since I'll be juggling three stories updates will be slightly slower, but I'll try, kay?

Review please.

Love Always,

-randomness