The rain poured; his skin tinged red from the pelting of the storm and his hair repeatedly swept over due to the ferocity of the wind. He walked quickly home. Her figure sat huddled, on the front porch of the block of apartments where he resided, causing an increase of blood to be pumped into his rapidly beating heart. Looking up at him, she smiled weakly,
"Hey Benson."
Imediately concerned by the lack of conviction in her voice, Freddie sat beside her.
"Hey Puckett," he countered back. They sat in silence for a while and listened to the patter of consistent rain falling upon the roof of the porch.
"Am I allowed in or will I have to pick the locks - and don't think I won't," she challenged him.
"Oh I know you would," he laughed and untensed, glad to finally have a glimpse of the old Sam back, if only briefly.
"Where's Carly?" he asked out of interest, immediately regretting this question because as soon as Carly's name was mentioned, Sam started to frown.
"I know you love her and everything, Freddork, but it doesn't mean that I do too."
Ah so maybe Sam being back to normal wasn't a great idea.
"Gee, so sensitive," Freddie winced at the childishness of his retort.
Immediately, Sam rose to the bait - which in this case, unfortunately, was not ham – and her temper spiralled out of control so quickly that if you had blinked you would have missed it.
"That's it, Benson! Just...Just go and find your beloved Carly, cos I sure as heck don't want you here!" Standing up now, she ran down the alleyway adjacent to Bushwell Plaza and out of sight.
Bewildered, Freddie attempted to follow her but soon realised he was running down the alleyway and toward a dead end; as he looked around, Freddie wondered out loud where she could possibly have escaped to, "Sam?" He asked tentatively, "Come on Puckett, stop messing around."
"Puckett doesn't mess around." Sam answered, her voice seemingly out of nowhere, replied.
He became frustrated, "Puckett! This is serious chizz!"
"Is it, Benson? Is it really? Seems pretty simple to me. My best friend stabs me in the back, I don't want to see her anymore, but where does this leave you?
Well, it seems pretty simple to me."
Suddenly, he felt soft lips come into contact with his evoking emotions he didn't even know he could feel within his stomach, butterflies flying and lips tingling.
As abruptly as her lips had connected with his, they had gone, leaving him cold.
"Bye Benson. Tell Spencer I'll miss him." Sam whispered as she ran back towards the Seattle Street, out into the pelting storm, tingingher skin red from the ferocity of the wind.
That was the last time Fredward Benson ever saw or heard from Samantha Puckett and when he went round to the Puckett residence, the house was empty of both emotion and belongings.
He sat down on the cold floor.
He cried.
I'm stretched and open wide
Has thrown me to this
Ever constant darkness
Keep secrets I can't hide
So release me
Release me
Just release me
Outside
What is done
Can never change
And all your words just make this harder
Faithless martyr
Who has lost so much along the way
His bloodied hands can not escape this
But I can't take this anymore
Release me
Release me
Just release me
Outside
Release me
Release me
Just release me
OutsideI'm stretched and open wide
Has thrown me to this
Ever constant darkness
Keep secrets I can't hide
So release me
Release me
Just release me
Outside
What is done
Can never change
And all your words just make this harder
Faithless martyr
Who has lost so much along the way
His bloodied hands can not escape this
But I can't take this anymore
Release me
Release me
Just release me
Outside
Release me
Release me
Just release me
Outside