Forever and Always
I turned a page in my physics book; I have the most trouble in physics it doesn't line up too me. Ugh where is Freddie when you need him. My laptop sits on my lap while SpongeBob blares from my TV. Okay I can do this I can do this, I think trying as hard as I can to understand it. My Skype ringtone goes off- an incoming call from iCarly. I hit answer with video and her face appears on the screen.
"Carly!" I almost want to hug my screen.
"Sam hey I miss you so much," she smiles her very nice apartment showing in the background. Carly goes to M.I.T, she was accepted to UCLA, but only Freddie and I decided to go here.
"I tried calling you like five thousand times." I say as I see her reach over and grab a couple papers and school necessities.
"I'm swamped, the work here is so hard," she says making a dreadful face.
"Oh my gosh yea!" I grab my physics book, "I have so much trouble working out of this stupid thing." Her face lights up and she pulls hers out also.
"Me too," she says her book looking a lot more advanced than mine.
"I hate how Freddie is just so good at it; he comes over and makes it look so simple." I smile at the thought of Freddie.
"Speaking of which- how are you guys?" she squeals looking as if she just jumped from her seat.
"Were good, he has been helping me a lot, I'm having a little bit of difficulties." My face changes at the thought of it.
"Sam I'm so sorry, listen I really have to go, but were still on for spring break right?" she says grabbing a black briefcase, she stands up and I notice her suit that she has on.
"Its fine and yes- were still on."
"I love you, hug Freddie for me." She says putting on her glasses; I notice her hair is wrapped into a bun she seriously looks like a lawyer.
"Love you too, bye," the call ended noise sounds and I remove my laptop from my lap and try a shot at physics again. Every call with Carly lasts about five minutes- I really miss her she was the only reason I kept on going. My cell phone rings interrupting my thoughts. Dad.
"Hey dad," I say cheerfully into the phone. Every call I got I was grateful for considering he couldn't call much.
"Hey sweetheart," he says happily into the phone. "Were still on for dinner tonight? No change of plans I'll be there" His current city is Seattle; fortunately, he travels a lot and has a studio in California.
"Yes of course, I have no other plans."
"Awesome," he says trying to sound hip and he was failing, epically.
"Are you here yet?" I ask hoping he's already here; he has cancelled many times not being able to make it here on time.
"Yea I am no need to worry, I'm just leaving the airport. I'll call you later; you better get your jock boyfriend to come along." Jock? I think to myself, I guess.
I hear a knock on the door as I end my conversation with my father. I put on phone on the coffee table in front of me and yell come in, figuring it's someone from down the hall. The door slowly creaks open. I listen but hear nothing. I get scared instantly, is someone trying to kill me?
"Hello," I call out turning my head the other way.
"Rawwwwr!" someone jumps from behind tackling me from the back.
"Aaahhhh," I yell honestly scared. I don't even need to turn around and see Freddie I can smell his cologne. "Oh my god I'm going to kill you." I say in a joking manner giggling.
"Ha-ha! It worked," he says.
"What possessed you to do that?" I smack with playfully on his side.
"Because I love you," he says hugging my back.
"Aw I love you too hun,"
"Let's get going," he says jumping up and grabbing my hands to get up with him.
"Ugh where Freddie I want to stay here." I say whining.
"We would but you scheduled you're doctors appointment on a Saturday, so I'm stuck taking you." He says grinning.
"Oh I forgot,"
"Yea now get up turn off SpongeBob and get on some clothes, not that you don't look sexy in those shorts," he says tugging at them. I smack his hand.
"Yes mom," I say giggling then using my crutches to get to my room.
"Mom's won't say that about their daughters," he protests "Well at least they shouldn't."
"You're crazy Freddie," I say smiling as I stand up and grab my crutches.
"Crazy in love," he says reaching out to me as I hobble away.
"Samantha Puckett- Schakowsky?" the doctor asks as he flips through my file.
"Yes." I say sitting up high on the papered leather bench.
"Well good morning!" his whole face lights up his cheeks very rosy. "I'm doctor Santos!" the white haired doctor smiles very widely.
"Hi!" I say just as thrilled in a mocking tone. "I'm Samantha How are you?" I stick my hand out so he could shake it, but he doesn't.
"I'm great I'm great!" His smile widened though I thought if it did one more time his jaw would break. "I love your enthusiasm," he throws his hands up dramatically. "Can I call you Sam?" so many problems came with Sam. Sam was unmannerly, Sam hated Freddie, and Sam was troublesome. I smile at him.
"Just call me Samantha." I say feeling very awkward. He grins back at me.
"Okay Samantha!" he winks. "Let's get started!" This dude really needs to take a chill pill.
"Hun, a couple of my frat bros are having a party tonight and I was wondering if we could uh-go?" he's almost pleading to go. "It'll be so much fun Sam," he says as we walk from the doctors' office, well me actually doing more of a hobble.
"You promised dinner with my father tonight." I say a hint of anger in my voice.
"Oh I'm so sorry you're right sweetie," he grabs my hand just before we get outside.
"Look, I really don't want to ruin you're partying, so you can go, okay?" I say in a soft voice putting my hand on his cheek.
"No, Sam, remember I made a promise?" he asks looking out into the sunny afternoon.
Sam. The name rung in my head. He was the only one that could say Sam without the feeling that would run through my body. He didn't wait for an answer but continued.
"I'll always be with you -forever and always."
Endnotes
Okay yes very sappy but very cute. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I deeply apologize for that! Well anyway, please read, favorite, and review! ~Thanks.
P.S.
I really hope that didn't suck too much, its just a filler chapter.
