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'You know Benson, lots of babies were dropped on their heads when they were little.' Sam said simply, lounging on her bean bag.
Freddie smiled and narrowed his eyes, ready to fire an insult back
(it's all fun and games)
But Sam hadn't finished. 'You were clearly thrown at a wall.' She growled. Okay, she was in another bad mood. 'Y'know maybe you weren't. Your mom probably locked you in her first aid cupboard.'
'What, are you on your period or something?' Freddie spat, (oh look, things just turned ugly) and watched the rage grow behind her sparkly blue eyes.
'You're so gonna regret that. Benson.' (he already kinda did)
'Ahw come on Sam. You're being worse than usual.' (lets pretend i don't enjoy it)
'Oh, well I do apologise.'
'Y'know what Sam? You're obviously fluent in three languages. English, Sarcasm, and Profanity.'
(She hardly blinked, because she's so badass and so damn tough, nothing hurts anymore)
'Well thankyou, Captain Obvious.' She laughed (wow, that's actually rare nowadays) at his lame attempt to look big.
'You're welcome, Sargent Sarcasm.' He fired back, and Sam rolled her eyes.
'What's your problem, Sam? You used to be fun. Now it's just like you hate me.' (i hate you.) Freddie leaned back on his bean bag, away from her, because he knew what she was gonna say. (i do hate you, i do i do)
But all was silent in the studio and the two tweens were pratically swimming in the akwardness.
Suddenly Sam's phone vibrated, it was her boyfriend Harry of course (it always was, and Freddie hate hate hated him). She giggled at the text and then quickly tapped back.
Freddie growled quietly (why couldn't he make her laugh like that anymore?) but Sam heard him, and looked up in suprise.
'Jealousy is a very serious disease. Get well soon.' She murmured, and Freddie gasped.
'What have I got to be jealous about, Puckett? That guy doesn't know what he's getting into, I actually feel sorry for him.' (i take it all back, it's all lies)
Quietness again, and Freddie could have hit himself. ... 'Say something.'
'I'm sorry.'
'Mmm hmm.' Was all he got in return. He needed to lighten the mood, quickly.
'Sam...?'
She sighed and nodded.
'I'm not trying to impress you or anything, but I got banned from club penguin.' WHAT? Why did that of all things have to pop into his head?
He was suprised to see Sam laughing... alot, on her bean bag. He could pratically feel her shaking.
'You're... such... a... loser.' She gasped. (can I be your loser?)
He thought everything was nice again, but soon enough, she was texting Harry again.
He pulled out his phone, and scrolled down his contacts in search of a girl to text (he wasn't trying to make Sam jealous, he swore) but all he could see was the name 'Princess', which of course, stood for 'Princess Puckett'.
Why was he blushing? Why couldn't he just leave her be, let her text her stupid boyfriend? Act like nothing had happened between them, act like she hadn't cried into his chest last night at the halloween party, like they hadn't shared a kiss, a truthfull kiss, like they were the same Sam and Freddie, not SamandFreddie. Because he loved her alot, and what was it they said? If you love someone, let them go. But Freddie couldn't let Sam wonder off into the arms of some kid that would never feel the way he did about Sam, ever.
So screw that. Why didn't he just confront Sam, ask her why they were pretending last night never happened? Be a man, that's what Sam likes.
He was just about to ask her, when he realized his pear phone was slipping from his grip and it clattered to the floor, startling Sam.
She smiled again. 'I still don't understand why you have a phone, it's pointless. You have no friends, who're you gonna call, Dora the Explorer? Afterall, I know she was your only childhood friend.'
'Why Sam? Why are you acting like nothing happened last night? Why are you acting like we hate eachother?'
silence silence silence
'Cuz I do hate you Benson.'
more silence, alot of it
'Why. Tell me why.'
silence silence, they hate silence
'Because you made me cry.
Because you can control my feelings, then dismiss them as if they were unimportant.
Because no matter how much I want to never see you again, I have to see you.
Because I want, need to hate you, but you make it so hard.
Because it's you that stops me loving my boyfriend.
Because you were the first to break my heart.
Because you said you loved me, and I'm pretty sure it was a lie.' She counted the reasons off on her fingers. And then glared, picking up her phone to leave.
'Sam, I'm sorry. I really am, I can't say it anymore. Words can't even express... I have a solution, a reason, to every one of your reasons for hating me.'
'Oh, trust me, there's alot more where that came from.' She whispered. 'And you can't keep going around, thinking you can make everything better with your damn 'apologies' and stupid hugs and kisses. Because you can't, okay Benson, you just can't.'
'I know.' He whispered, and Sam growled.
'Just stop it. Stop making me feel like the bad guy when it's all you this time, Benson. I hate you, but I love you too. And you know it, and you think you can just play with that and I'm done. Puckett's don't need to take this shit.' (oh look, we're swearing again)
'You love me too?' Freddie asked, and for the first time in ages he actually felt... happy. Because he knew now that Sam returned his feelings, even though hers were dipped in a whole lot of hate.
'Look Sam. I needed you to cry. You needed to cry, because you never do, and it's not healthy. You need to realize that I want to know how you're feeling, because then I know that this isn't all just some game to you, that you feel the same way.
I don't try to control your feelings, if anything you can control mine. And don't you dare think even for a second that your feelings aren't important to me, because they are, when you were crying last night, I wouldn't have left you for the world.
And if we didn't see eachother, Sam, I think we both know we would hate it. I can't live without you, you're the yin to my yang and all that shit.'
He paused to breathe and rake a hand through his hair.
Sam went to interrupt, but he wasn't done.
'I love that you can't hate me as much as you want, because I could never hate you, you got that? Never ever.
I don't want you to love that sad excuse for a boyfriend. Sure, I want you to be happy, but I know for a fact that he isn't good enough for you, infact no one is.
I want to mend your heart, it was never my intention to break it, because when that girl kissed me, I hated it and when you saw, I actually yelled at the girl and made her cry after you left. Then, when you wouldn't see me, speak to me, I cried a whole lot.
And I do love you. I would never lie about something like that. I love you more than I can say. More than anyone could say. And this sounds all cliche and I know you hate that shit but this is how I feel, I hate it too, but I could never hate you.'
'I...' She managed, before her phone rung. She answered it quickly, and then sighed as she realized who it was.
'Hey Harry. Yeah I... Naw, I can't go to the groovy smoothie right now. Can we take a raincheck?... What do you mean I don't spend enough time with you? I do. Oh don't be stupid, don't blame him. It's got nothing to do with -' She stared at her phone, the dialling tone playing just a little too loud.
'I... I think I'm single.' Sam said, plopping down on the bean bag.
Freddie sat down on the same one, and pulled her close. 'You can cry you know.'
'Stop tryna make me cry.' Sam demanded, but rested her head on his chest, his arms wrapped around her.
They looked exactly like they did last night, except now... It might be okay.
SORREH. my inspiration went POOF :(
i needs more angst.
AND FF JACKED UP MY ITALICS
i tried but it wont lemme change it. :
