Even though I had no feedbacks on the first chapter, I am still posting this one. Enjoy !
Chapter 2 : Samantha.
As usual, Sam really enjoyed the ten minutes' walk to Carly's. It left her time to think about who will be there.
Fredward Benson.
Sam realized in freshman year she was crushing on Freddie. Well, to be honest, she already knew for a long time she was crushing on him (hence the constant fighting and pranking); but it hit her that year, because that was the year Carly Shay and Fredward Benson started dating.
Yes, you read right, they have been dating. For two years.
And it was killing Sam.
They really kept the PDA's low though, whenever they weren't alone; but Sam could still see the discrete touching, the enamored glances and the sweet smiles.
And it was killing Sam.
Because she had been crushing on the tech boy for nearly six years (Come on, nearly six years ! It's like half a century in dog's years, isn't it ?!); she witnessed the hurt expression on his face every time Carly had a new boyfriend; but Sam was even more hurt than that because she knew Freddie never saw her like a potential girlfriend.
And it was killing Sam.
Because suddenly Carly woke up and saw there was an amazing guy head over heels for her. In a snap of her fingers, they were dating.
And it was killing Sam.
She had reached her destination. She was in front of Carly's door.
Remember Samantha, look happy.
She took a deep breath, knocked and entered.
- Hello Carlotta ! happily sang Sam.
- Hello Samantha ! replied like-wise Carly. What got your panties in such a great mood ?
- Bacon of course !
Both of them laughed. Sam reached the refrigerator, took the sacrosanct bacon and began to cook it. Meanwhile, her best friend was setting various beverages and items of junk food on the table in front of the TV.
That's when Fredward Benson, also known as Freddie, or Carly's boyfriend, or Sam's crush, or Marisa's son, or… nevermind, you got the point. Freddie came in.
Breathe Samantha. Keep cool.
- Hello again Carly-fornia GurlFriend ! cheerfully greeted the tech boy before kissing the brune girl.
Don't puke Samantha.
- Hello Sam !
What are you doing ? she rhetorically asked before letting out a very movie-like giggle.
Freddie had her pressed against the door, kissing every skin her neck could display. Sam's hormones were dancing salsa and spitting lava.
Freddie, we're gonna be late to…
I don't care. Nibble. You don't care. Kiss. We don't care. Kiss on her lips.
I guess you're right, managed to whisper Samantha during the rare et very short moments Freddie's lips weren't on her own.
- Hi Fredducinni !
He sighed.
- So… Everyone ready for this Girly Cow Marathon ? he rhetorically asked.
- My bacon is cooked, I'm all set !
- I have my special lemonade, we can start !
Sam and Freddie lightly winced
- Let's go then ! smiled the teenage boy.
He sat down and Carly immediately snuggled up to his side, leaving Sam third wheeling the event with her bacon. Freddie started the DVD and sweetly kissed his girlfriend's head. They were a happy couple.
And it was freaking killing Sam.
11.00 P.M. I don't think I could handle spending the night here. It's a decent time to leave
The blonde girl faked the biggest yawn she could.
- Well, I'm tired, I better get going…
- I thought you were staying here tonight.
- Yeah, but hmm... I don't remember if I locked the door when I left so… I'm gonna check…
- Oh ! I understand… Well, good night Sam.
- 'Night Carly. Yo Freddinstein.
With that, she quickly grabbed her stuff and exited. Once in the hallway, she leaned her back again the wall and deeply breathed.
I don't remember if I locked the door ?! Lamest excuse ever Samantha.
- Come on sweetie, calm down…
- Never tell a girl to calm down Fredward Benson ! Because I'm even more worked up than I was before !
Those were the muffled voices of Carly and Freddie. Sam froze. Why was her friend angry ?
- Most of the guys have to get married to suffer that kind of abuse…
An awkward silence took place.
- I'm sorry honey.
Carly sighed.
- I just want to know what's her problem ! My best friend obviously has a problem and she doesn't even talk to me about it !
- You know Sam likes to figure out her problem by herself. She'll eventually talk to you about it, don't worry.
- Don't "Don't worry" me Fredward Benson !
It was Freddie's turn to sigh.
Sam had heard enough. She decided to leave for good and exited the building.
The fresh air was calming the blonde teenage girl. She was analyzing what she'd heard while slowly walking to her house.
Well done Samantha ! Now the Happy Couple knows you have a problem. And knowing Carly, it's a matter of time before she brings the subject up. She apparently noticed it a long time ago. What are you going to tell her ? I'm crushing on your boyfriend since the day I met him ? My goldfish is dead and I can't get over it ? […] You don't even have a goldfish Samantha, think a little !
She felt trapped. How will she explain her change of attitude ? She chose not to think about it right now and quickly finished her journey home.
Saturday, March, 10th, 11.45 P.M.
Sam's house was quiet. Like most of the time.
She slowly reached her bedroom, kicked her shoes off and tossed her bag on her desk after grabbing the pajamas that were in it then changed. She grabbed the only diary she hasn't read yet, lied comfily in her bed and continued her reading.
Friday, September, 3rd 1993.
Hello Diary !
Fall is already here. I really enjoyed my holidays; I spent time with Meryl and Edward and got to meet other people. I even got invited to parties. I will confess; this has been the best summer I have ever had so far. But this does not mean I am sad fall is here. Most of the people I met are on the campus and we promised to keep in touch. Our cognitive psychology teacher retired. The new one is named Raymond Jacobs and he seems to be in his late twenties. We still have not had a lecture with him but he seems like a decent professor. And I have to admit, he is good looking.
Godforsaken pumpernickel of all the cherry cupcakes. Did my mother just said (wrote) that she was actually attracted by one of her teacher ? Wow…
Well Diary, I have got to go,
Goodbye.
Monday, September 6th 1993.
Meryl and Edward are growing closer and closer. They have been flirting with each other for a year and I know Meryl is just waiting for Edward to make the first step and properly ask her on a date, but he has not dared yet. But the way they act around each other is very cute though.
We had our first lecture with Mr. Jacobs today. I find him much better than the old teacher. He seems genuinely interested in his subject and makes the lecture as interactive as he can. And the fact that he is good looking is a plus. I would even say he is… hot.
On behalf of all the grey baboons of Bangladesh, did my mom just used the word "hot" ?
I have work Diary,
See you soon.
Sam heard someone unlocking the front door. Her mom was –finally- coming home. She always had pleaded night shifts, but Sam understood a while ago that psychologists didn't do night shifts. She never asked her mom how she spent her nights. And it was probably for the best.
The teenager turned off the light until she didn't hear anything; which meant her mom was now in her room and wouldn't bother her. To be honest Sam's mom rarely bothered her child, I think you understood Pamela Puckett wasn't a sticky mom. But Sam didn't want to take risks; she didn't want her mother to see she had violated her intimacy in reading her diaries.
She turned the lights on again and continued her journey through her mother's mind. Sam read the whole diary that night, in which Pam described how Edward –finally- asked Meryl out; how her passion for anthropology –OK, for the anthropology teacher- grew bigger every class; how she "nailed" her exams etc. Apparently, life was good for Pam.
It was already 1:00 A.M, and Sam was tired.
Sunday, March, 11th 9.01 A.M
Sam woke up and then did everything she had to do to clean the night out of her. She went to the kitchen to make breakfast; she was cooking bacon (When wasn't she eating bacon ?) when her mom entered the kitchen.
- Hello Samantha.
I believe you never met in person Pamela Puckett. If you had, you would know her voice was one of the strangest sounds in the world. When Pamela Puckett talked, it sounded like she was whispering, yet her voice was loud as a yell. Her voice was deep, raucous, like she was constantly waking up, however every word she spoke sounded like a complain, it was filled with despair. Her voice had something inhuman, and when she spoke, it infiltrated your being. When she stopped, it left a strange feeling of fear and sadness. Hearing Pamela Puckett talk was an event in itself, even if she asked you what time it was.
- Hello Mom. Do you want bacon ?
- I'll have an apple, thank you.
With that, she took the fruit and disappeared in her room.
This is how almost every conversation between Sam and her mother was like. Sam would always ask her something she already knew, and her mom would answer and then disappear in her room.
Sunday, March, 11th 10.05 A.M.
Sam was currently in the attic. She had finished the diaries she took (OK, stole) and wanted the next ones. The closetwas now locked again. Did her mom noticed three books were missing ? She didn't bother to think about it and picked the lock. Come on, we all know Samantha Puckett can pick all the locks she wants. After opening this twelfth piece of furniture, she replaced the diaries she already read and took the next three. She re-locked the closet (I don't really think you want to know how, you may finish in jail for complicity and non-assistance to closet in danger). Then she simply left.
She had the day to herself : it was Sunday, her homework was done, Carly used to hang out with Freddie and her mom was either working, not here, or crying the Puckett out of her. To sum up : she could read until her eyes dropped out her orbits. And that's exactly what she did.
Thursday, January 6th 1994
Hello Diary. Excuse me for the lack of updates, but with work, my class examination, Christmas and New Year's Eve, I did not have a lot of time. I celebrated Christmas with my parents and I got a sweater. I celebrated New Year's Eve with my friends and had fun.
Anyway Diary, something quite strange happened today. After the cognitive psychology lecture I went to Mr. Jacobs's desk to ask some questions.
And enjoying his features too, I have to admit. This wasn't the first time I had done it but today I tried t to be f flirty.
Key word : tried. My flirty attitude is just me being ten times more awkward than I usually am. I could see he had difficulties holding his laugh and realized I was making a fool of myself. I thanked him nonetheless for the time he had spared for me and said goodbye. That is when he casually winked at me.
He winked at me, Diary.