CHAPTER 2: iam bored to death…by Sam?

FREDDIE'S POV:

What was wrong with Sam, today? I mean, I have to admit she looked beautiful, but I ALWAYS thought she looked naturally beautiful, even without trying…wait what?...I thought Sam was beautiful?...

Anyways, even though she looked really ho- I mean good, I really missed her curly hair (I've always like her hair better than Carly's even back when I was pining after the latter) and her casual attire. Seeing her in a dress was something I would have looked forward to when we went to prom or some other special occasion… 'we' as in each of us separately…not together or anything.

After I had been staring at her for what felt like an eternity, she finally cleared her throat and offered to go buy our smoothies, which was definitely a first. I shrugged and handed her my wallet to use at her disposal, as she always did, which I really didn't mind ; I'd always pretend to be annoyed but would still willingly pay for her. "Its okay." She said pushing my wallet back towards me and pulling out some money from her purse, "I got this". Thank God I hadn't already been drinking my smoothie; I would have taken a spit-take and drenched her new dress. Firstly, Sam had a little black purse in her hand that I'm sure I've seen Carly use before and secondly, SINCE WHEN DOES SAM PUCKETT PAY FOR ANYTHING?!

Sam came back with our smoothies and the rest of the day went by slowly, leaving me thoroughly bored. Our usual discussion topics and laughing-our-heads-off was replaced by me talking and her listening patiently and smiling. When I forced her to talk, she spoke about a sale at glitter gloss and some cute boys at the mall, which made me jealous for some reason so I changed the topic and began talking again. I tried to start up a couple of arguments with her, but she just agreed with everything I said. I even said some pretty lame and nerdy stuff, trying to prod her to make fun of me and come up with entertaining new nicknames, but she'd just pretend to be interested in everything I said, even though I was boring MYSELF by now!

Our walk back to my apartment was a silent and dull one. Just as she was about to turn around and head into Carly's apartment, I had an idea that just might make this day better. "hey, there's going to be a MMA fight on in an hour" I said "aren't you going to watch it with me?". I watched as her eyes began to light up with excitement and couldn't help but smile. "OH MY GOD! SHELBY'S GONNA RECONSTRUCT THAT BRITISH CHIC'S FACE TONIGHT!" she practically shouted; there's the Sam I know and love! "My mom's at some convention for this new anti-tick lotion…So…you coming?" I said as I opened my apartment door for her. "WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?! HELL YEAH! IM COM-.." I watched as all the excitement drained out of her and she took a deep breath, "Umm…actually, fighting isn't very lady-like and I'm not really into that stuff anymore, so I'll see you later, okay?" she said as she walked into Carly's apartment.

WHAT WAS WRONG WITH MY SAM. These 6 words kept me up all night. Carly better not have anything to do with this! I thought, as I finally got out of bed and headed towards the Shay home to talk to Carly. I stopped abruptly outside the door as I heard a very loud and enthusiastic "YESSS!" from inside the apartment, accompanied by sounds of the MMA fight from the TV. Sam must have been watching the fight on repeat. I headed back to my apartment and shut the door to my bedroom, getting ready for a sleepless night. Sam wanted to watch the fight, but, she just didn't want to continue our tradition of watching it together anymore. I sighed as I tossed and turned, who am I kidding? About time she realized that I was too much of a loser to hang out with…