Sam's Journal
January 29th, 2010
It hurt. I knew it would happen eventually. He was too sweet and too nice for her not to notice. Of course he would risk his life for her, he loved her. That was when she noticed. She noticed the way he was so gentle, she noticed the way he had grown up and matured, she noticed the way he stared at her with his loving brown eyes, and she fell from him. I don't blame her. They're always together now, the perfect couple. He's never been happier, and neither has she. I put on a happy face for them; pretend it doesn't hurt, even though it does. It kills me, seeing him with her, but as soon as they both get those smiles, the ones you get when you've never been happier, I'm happy. I can't hate Carly; it doesn't work, no matter how hard I try. She's the girl who took him. But she's also the girl who is always there for me, a better friend than I deserve. And that's why he loves her.
February 3rd, 2010
She left to go get Spencer, leaving Freddie and I alone in her house. "Don't kill each other" she had said with a laugh, before giving him a quick kiss and closing the door. "Don't count on it" I had replied. I was alone with him. I was elated, but I didn't show it. They didn't know. They didn't know I had fallen for him. They would never know. To Freddie I was the same sarcastic Sam who could make him laugh. Carly's return seemed too soon, and as we both heard the footsteps in the hall and the familiar jingle of keys I thought I saw a flicker of regret on his face, but then it was gone. Once she came in, his face lit up, she came and gave him a kiss. I knew I could never make him smile like that. He was happy. So I was happy.
