Chapter Name: Forever Blue
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"No lunch again Puckett?" Freddie sneered over at Sam, as he took a sandwich from his backpack.
"Couldn't get laid without the girl being in a coma again Benson?" Sam fired back. Freddie glared back, but waited till he finished chewing, good manners of course.
"Tareen wanted me. It's not like I popped her or anything, and I was safe. She should be so lucky. I even went down on her for breakfast the next day. She really liked that. Maybe you could give me some pointers, y'know, help me improve my existing high quality performance?"
Freddie turned to Carly to explain, jabbing a finger towards Sam. "She is always going on about how good at it she is. Is she talking shit or is Sam the real deal?"
Sam's face scrunched up in a ball of disgust, which twisted into one of joy as Carly plopped a brown paper bag in front of her face. Carly just tutted her disapproval at him.
"It's front and center douche. If you need help with that, you're even more of a fag than I thought you were already." Sam was hungry, and Freddie was interrupting her from eating whatever Carly had brought for her today.
This was rapidly escalating into a altercation Carly did not want to hear during lunch, so she swiftly changed the subject. "Freddie, how can she complain when she doesn't even know where she is. It's fucked up." Carly was sitting next to Sam, who opened the bag.
"Oh Carls, you didn't have to." Sam purred, as she pulled out a Burrito.
"Don't worry about it. It's nothing."
"Language.. I'm in trouble now." Freddie was nonchalant. What did he care? If they ever said no, he stopped.
"Tareen wasn't that drunk. Rodney was probably high again.. you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you Sam? Tareen never said no. I tell you what's funny, she talks so fast at school and whatever, but when I was screwing her all she did was call out my name slowly, over and over again." That look of disgust came sweeping back onto Sam's face, and Carly had to force herself not to do the same. None of them were virgins anymore, but what Freddie had described, was nothing like what Freddie used to to believe in, love, romance and all that.
"It's not right. People are starting to talk about you. I'm worried about you as well, it's not healthy behavior. Once rumors get started, especially ones like this, they could follow you for years." Carly had hoped Freddie would be over this by now. "All it would take is one of your party girls crying rape and you could get your life ruined." Carly was almost pleading with him to see her side.
"You are such a nice guy Freddie, just find a nice girl, please. Wendy kinda likes you from what I've heard. Ask her out." Carly was only trying to help, Freddie wasn't doing it out of some evil streak, just to blow off steam, and perhaps finding a girl he could stay with for a while might give him a better avenue for that than drunken party girls.
"I heard she's a total slut. Right up your alley Freddifer." Under the table Carly nudged Sam with her elbow.
"What?" Sam looked over at Carly. "I'm just trying to help Freddie move on. I'm thinking if Freddie thought she was a slut and easy, he'd go for her in a heartbeat. So sue me." The truth was Wendy wasn't like that at all, her interest in Freddie had grown after they got paired up in a handful of classes together, with Freddie always willing to help her out or teach her anything she'd missed in class. Freddie could get into fights with football players, get detention, get drunk, or blow off any of his responsibilities with nary a thought, but he'd always be laid low by a request from a pretty face who asked him nicely.
Freddie rolled his eyes at the pair of girls, "Alright. I'll stop it all. I won't go to anymore parties. I'll stay home with Carly, and we can read some Sylvia Plath together whilst we listen to Bikini Kill. Maybe we can have Tofu for dinner, and don't fucking talk about Wendy like that." As soon as he finished the outburst, he knew he'd regret it, as Sam was always ready to pounce on any weakness, perceived or real, and deliver a scything emotional blow to his ego. Hopefully he could recover his wits after whatever Sam decided to throw at him this time.
"Aww poor widdle baby.. is Benson still jealous I'm getting more Carly action than he ever will? Don't even think I'll let ya join in. Ever. Mama don't share." Sam punctuated this attack by quickly grabbing Carly from the back of her neck, and pulling her in for a quick kiss. Freddie tried to hide his instantaneous jealous glare, and barely managed to do so before Carly turned back, looking at him.
"I told you I'm cool with it. I'm here now, and I'll be here no matter what." Freddie knew Sam was teasing, trying to get a further reaction out of him, and he decided to play it safe. Neither Sam nor Carly had identified themselves as liking 'just girls', and the general thought around the school was that perhaps it was just a temporary situation or a form of teenage rebellion for Sam, and Carly's spirit of exploration, that the entire thing would resolve itself normally given time, after the novelty of the 'bisexual teen girls' label had worn off. Some thought it might be, for want of a better word, a publicity stunt for their webshow.
Even though Carly could detect a hint of frustration, Freddie was trying the best he could, at least in regards to their own relationship, and that was the Freddie that Carly knew and liked. Carly threw him a quick look, an implication that she understood his feelings, and was sympathetic to his cause.
"But if you ever make a sex tape, I'll edit it for you. No charge." It was a joke, but wasn't delivered at all skilfully. It was a trick right out of the Sam Puckett 'deflection by use of humor' playbook. Hopefully Sam would get pissed off at him, start an argument, and hopefully have the entire subject of his feelings dropped completely. Instead she threw a bean at him, landed square between his eyes, then she ran off to taunt Gibby. It was better than nothing at least, no Sam meant he was safe from emotional abuse for now. Well, pain caused intentionally at least.
Carly flicked the bean off his head, saying to him, "Yeah, sorry Freddie. I mean, I'd be cool with letting you watch a few times, or even joining in on special occasions, but I don't wear the pants in the relationship." Carly laughed, then she looked back, watching as Sam was circling Gibby, waiting for a moment to pounce for a wedgie or some other act of cartoonish violence. Her joke didn't cheer Freddie up, and Carly felt that he needed to talk about it, so she pressed on, hoping to get him to open up.
"I know what happened hurt you, especially when I told you so often I didn't want to ruin our friendship, then went and jumped into bed with my other best friend, but you need to slow down. You are such a nice guy, now that I'm with Sam, you really are my only best friend, and I know I am to you, and I don't like you doing anything that might change how I feel about you."
"I'm a 'nice guy' Carly? Really. I'm such a 'nice guy' you rejected me for how many years? Then turned lesbian? Some nice guy I am. I don't deserve a 'nice girl' so don't bother hooking me up with anyone." Freddie just swirled his drink around, looking down, not wanting to see Carly looking at him.
Freddie sat there for a while, and after he looked up, he decided it was pointless trying to hide his feelings from Carly, who could read him like a book. He also didn't want her thinking he was angry with her.
"Sam is right. I hate it. All the shit I've been pulling, it's to try and get away from it all. You, Carly, you aren't the problem please believe me, I'm not blaming you, it's not your fault. It's me. Maybe it's time to calm down for a few months, try and fix my problems instead of hiding from them." Freddie sat there, looking circumspect, he figured that mindless, drug and alcohol fueled sex and mayhem was far less important than keeping Carly happy, and perhaps it was time to stop the crap and man up.
Carly sighed. She felt horrible for him, Sam pulled the rug out from under Freddie, and it crushed him, Sam never let him forget it. "If you ever need to talk about anything, I'm always here for you." Her heart cried out for Freddie, and Carly wanted nothing more than for him to be the happy, lovable friend she'd known for years, but in the pit of her stomach, knew that she was the cause, even if Freddie absolved her of responsibility.
Their lunch was almost over. Carly took their rubbish over to the bins, whilst Sam sauntered over to Freddie, who was still sitting at the table, looking pensive, but getting his books ready for his next class.
"What do you want?" Freddie wasn't really in the mood for her games, not now. Was Freddie ever in the mood for her games? Was anyone?
Sam looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching, Carly was talking with one of the other members of her science class, before leaning over to whispering range next to Freddie's ear. To everyone else, they just saw Sam Puckett threatening Fredward Benson again, and took no notice.
"I had Carly in the shower with me this morning." Sam followed it up with a light punch, then held him fast by the shoulders, followed by filling Freddie in, with graphic detail, checking every so often to make sure Carly was still occupied, and Sam continued, disclosing what her hands had done to Carly, and what Carly's mouth had done to Sam in the early hours of the day. She laughed, a pained look on his face, as she looked down at the growing tightness in his pants.
"Oh fuck off. That's not fair Sam! Let me go!" Betrayed by his body, Freddie shrugged Sam away, then ran off.
Carly wandered back over to Sam, hugging the blond haired girl around the waist.
"Where did Freddie go off to?"
"Bathroom. He had to relieve himself." Sam deadpanned.
"Eww TMI." They walked off, to the last few classes for the day.
Freddie, unable to get the images out of his head, he despised what Sam would make him feel. He looked himself in the mirror, and hated what he saw, a weak, pathetic child who would rather act out about his emotions or situations, rather than facing and dealing with them.
Freddie splashed cold water over his face, and decided to skip the rest of the day, wanting to just get out of there.
"Way to stand up and be a man... fuck it, Carly would understand, she's the only one who really does understand me anymore." Sam just attacked him, Spencer was there to help him keep his mind off his problems, his mother just made sure he was 'hygenic' and kept his grades up, but Carly knew him for what he was.
When he he didn't show up for their late classes, Carly made a note to ask Freddie why.
Chapter 3 Teaser:
"It's just a silly crush Carls, Freddie will get over it, why do you care so much?"
"Apart from the fact he's my best friend? It might have started off as a crush when we were younger, but it's not that simple any more."
"Are you in love him?"
