iLet Him
Summary: Sam's had two almost kisses and one real one. Seddie
A/N: My first Seddie story. Hope you like.
She was thirteen and at a Cuttlefish contest with Buddy Hinton. It was fun and kind of like a date. She even liked him, but then Buddy leaned in, and she knew what he was going to do. Sam was prepared for it. His face got closer and then Sam's hand moved to the back of his head and her foot moved a little to the left and the next thing she knew she was steeping out of the way as she slammed his head into the side of the port-a-potty they were standing next to. She didn't know why she did it, she liked him. She wanted him to kiss her, but obviously her subconsequence-thingy didn't want to be kissed by Buddy.
She was dating Jonah. He was officially her boyfriend, and he was perfect. He played pranks with her, they liked all the same songs, the same movies. He even got detention as much as her. Almost. They were waiting after one particularly boring detention for her mother to pick them up, both of them sitting on the back of a bench out in front of the school. They were laughing and joking about Mrs. Briggs hair color, when he did it. He leaned forward, a mischievous smile on his face. He was her boyfriend, she really liked him, she was dating him. She willed her hands to stay at her side, willed herself not to move, but something in her mind didn't get the memo, because Sam's foot hooked under Jonah's and one hand went to his shoulder and the next thing Sam knew, her boyfriend was flat on his back in the grass. She didn't know why her subcoincidence didn't like him enough to let him kiss her.
She had just came to apologize. That was it. Tell Freddie she's sorry, make sure he was ok and then get out of there. But she had stayed and talked. She wished aloud that she could just "get it over with" and then he was suggesting that they kiss each other. She should have just broken his arm like he thought she was going to do, but she didn't, she agreed. And then his face was moving closer and she let her mind know that she was ok to order her fist to punch him, or her foot to kick him in the groin. As he moved closer, and her hands remained stubbornly gripping the step, she began willing her limbs to move, her leg to lash out, her arm to come forward; anything, but they remained still. And then his lips were on her's. They were warm and moist and didn't make her want to puke like she thought. Then it was over and her subconversation was doing other weird things to her. Her heart was pounding unusually fast, her breathing was off, and her stomach was doing acrobats. It was nice. She got up to leave already out the window when Freddie told her he still hated her, but the smile on his face is what she noticed, because it made her subcontraversial mind thingy make her legs feel like she'd just run a marathon and needed to sit down. Her stupid mind must be messed up, because she just let Freddie the dork kiss her. And liked it.