Sam POV
I can't believe that we're here again. I mean, what did we do? Ya wanna know a tip from me, kids? Never post yourself on the Internet. It'll only get you locked in an insane chick's basement. I looked over at Freddie to see if the wheels in his head were spinning with a plan. I knew I shouldn't have, though. Every time I look at him, something compels me to keep looking.
I'm not gonna lie. I didn't miss what we had. The way I called him 'baby' was kinda weird. I do miss some of the things about us being 'together', though. I loved the way he would brush my hair with that stupid vibrating hairbrush. It meant less work for me.
And yeah, I loved the way he would kiss me – any time, anywhere. He would just… Kiss me and let me know that he was there and… He let me know that whenever I woke up, I would have someone to lean on.
His kisses had all the power in the world for me.
But, ya know… Not everything could have a fairytale ending. I still loved him, though. And I knew that he loved me, too. That's all I needed to know. Just because we loved each other doesn't mean we could just date and kiss and be a couple. Which is why I was confident that Freddie and I would get back together. We do love each other and we couldn't avoid that love no matter how hard we tried. We couldn't go out with each other, we couldn't go out with other people. Stupid, stupid love.
I snapped out of my trance when I found him starting to lift his eyes to meet mine. I turned my head away like my life depended on it. Carly pounded her fist into her side and growled.
"What?" I asked, confused.
We had settled that we weren't gonna complain about being in here. When we complained, she could hear. And if she heard us complaining, she tried to cheer us up. And when she tried to cheer us up, she talked. And dear God, that voice was annoying.
Carly looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "I didn't say anything," she defended, talking quickly.
I put my hands up in surrender, not wanting her to go psycho with claustrophobia. I'm pretty sure that just talking to her couldn't set her off, but I wasn't risking it, no, sir. Freddie and I couldn't calm her down if we tried. And of course, we were trying to get out of here.
"Hey, friends!" Nora's voice rang loud and clear through the intercom. WAY too loud and clear.
"Turn it down!" Freddie snarked at her.
Through the window, Nora looked offended. She raised her hand to her heart. "Now, Freddie, you don't have to yell at me. I can hear you," she said, like we were the jank people here.
Me, Carly, and Freddie looked at each other in pure agony. We put on mock smiles and looked at her. "Sorry, Nora," we replied with fake, cheery voices in unison.
"OKAY, we can be friends again!" she shouted and hugged herself.
"Hey, um, Nora?" Carly stuttered. "Why is it so hot in here?" she asked.
"Because I turned up the heat, silly lobster!" she stated like it was totally obvious.
"But… Why?" Carly continued.
"So you won't be tempted to go through the heating vent! Not that you could reach it or anything!"
"But if we can't reach it, why would you turn it on?" Freddie.
I was just sitting in the corner trying to hold back my yelling. If she said one more annoying thing, I would go all invisible ninja on her scrawny butt.
"Now don't be a bossy noodle! There are towels in the corner if you get sweaty!"
That's it.
I walked to the front of the box. "Shut it, Nora! The food you're giving us sucks, your stupid chicken sucks, you suck, and I wouldn't use those towels to wipe my a-"
Thank God Carly didn't let me finish that sentence. Her hand came over my mouth from behind. No… This wasn't Carly's hand… It was hard and rough and dry. Freddie. Freddie's other arm wrapped around my waist to keep me from struggling, which didn't stop me. He kept his hand there, despite my biting.
"I'm sorry, Sam, could you repeat that? It seems that my microphone was picking up a language that I don't understand," the mental girl joked.
I lunged forward only to be pulled back towards Freddie. Who needs lunging? The stupid maxi-glass wouldn't let me out anyway.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Nora shouted. Ah, stop with the shouting! "Do you guys wanna meet my parents?"
