A/N: I just want you guys to know, I already have a lot of this story written, so I will be freely able to post a lot(:
"Paper Mache Hearts"
Rating: T-M
Pairing: FreddiexSam
Chapter Two-From The Rearview
"Where are we now?" Sam asked, sitting up and looking out the window. She pulled one of her legs underneath her and leaned over the middle console, arching her neck to look out Freddie's window since her view was blocked by a wall of rock. Freddie sighed and shoved the blonde girl off of his arm.
"A few miles further than the last time you asked. Now would you stop it?" He glanced at her with a disgruntled look. His hands grasped tighter onto the steering wheel as she leaned back over to him, her blonde curls dangling down to tickle his arm. She may not have even noticed how her closeness was affecting the boy, as her only intention was to look out his window once more. And to defy him.
She laughed a short laugh, "Look at that truck driver! He's got a mullet!" Sam snorted with laughter, pulling her arm down in a motion similar to that of pulling a truck horn. The truck driver just happened to glance over at Sam the moment she pulled a face. The driver flipped Sam the bird and sped up, passing them. Freddie grumbled, and shoved her back on her side with more force this time.
"Sam, you seriously need to stop it!" He breathed in, "And stay on your side." Freddie's nerves were already completely shot from being in a car with the boisterous blonde for four hours; he didn't need the added effect of his rampant hormones.
"Oh shut it, Fredwardio, just because you've spent the last eighteen years constantly having the fun sucked out of you by Crazy, doesn't mean you can't loosen up a little! She's miles and miles away!"
"It's not that easy, Sam. My mother has sucking the fun out of my life down to an art form." Freddie leaned forward and clicked on his blinker as he switched lanes. Once safely in the left lane he leaned back.
"Is there a mother-son class for that as well?" Sam teased, pinching Freddie's arm lightly. Freddie rolled his eyes and smirked good-naturedly.
"If there was, don't you think she would drag me there every Saturday?"
"Touché, Benson, touché." Freddie shook his head and glanced in the rearview mirror. He caught sight of Carly, all curled up around a pillow and sleeping soundly. He chuckled fondly at this sight and nudged Sam, signaling for her to look as well.
"I don't know how she does that." Sam commented, laughing along with Freddie. "I always get a stiff neck if I sleep in the car."
"Same here. And then I can't move my head correctly for days!" Freddie chuckled.
"That's the worst!" Sam agreed, nodding her head. "I have to have at least four pillows or I just don't sleep right."
"Four? Someone's a bit finicky." Freddie taunted, waggling his eyebrows at Sam playfully. Sam rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, whatever. At least I don't have to have special hypo-allergenic pillows that are stiff as a board. I have the down kind." Sam smiled, dreaming of her pillows. Freddie smirked and rolled his eyes.
"Well, gee! At least you aren't pampered or anything!" Freddie looked at Sam out of the corner of his eye and added, in a softer tone, "…Princess Puckett."
"And don't you forget it!" Sam laughed, pointing a finger at him. Freddie rolled his eyes and turned his eyes back to the road. Sam slumped down into her seat and put her PearPod earphones in, bored now that the conversation was over. She yawned, feeling a bit tired herself. Freddie glanced at her.
"Sleepy?" Sam only nodded, feeling sleepier by the second as her PearPod played the intro to a soft song, the piano notes lulling her to dream land. Freddie reached into the backseat and pulled up a pillow. He threw it on top of Sam.
"There. Now you have two. Two is half of four, so you'll only get half the stiff neck." He smiled at her and then returned his eyes to the road. Sam sat up and stared at him, shell-shocked. He glimpsed at her.
"What?" Sam only shook her head and fluffed the pillow underneath her head as she curled up on the seat and laid her head on the pillow. She sighed and closed her eyes. Freddie took one last, long glance and smiled.
A few hours later, Freddie pulled off the road to fill up on gas. He pulled into the station and parked by a pump. He unbuckled his seatbelt and contemplated waking Sam up or not. She was sleeping peacefully, but he figured she would be hungry and he wanted to make the least amount of stops as possible…He sighed and braced himself for what would come next.
"Sam?" He reached over and brushed her arm. "Sam, wake up." He nudged her arm harder this time causing the girl to stir.
"Mmmnnnnhh." She rolled over and opened her eyes. Once focused, they immediately narrowed into slits and her hand shot up to grab the front of Freddie's shirt. "What, Frednub?" She pulled herself up using Freddie's shirt and got so close that their noses almost touched. "It better be good."
Freddie gulped; he forgot that the…scary side of Sam came out when she was rudely awakened. "Are you hungry?" Almost immediately Sam's eyes lightened and a bright smile crossed her face.
"You really know how to swoon a girl, Benson." She commented, as she unfastened her own seatbelt and scurried to slip on her flip-flops. Freddie simply rolled his eyes and smirked.
"Yeah, yeah, just hurry up, will you?" Sam looked behind her to the backseat, where Carly was still curled up, fast asleep.
"Think we should wake her up?" Freddie shrugged as he turned off the car.
"Up to you." He replied, popping the lever for the gas tank. He then looked over at Carly. "She's sleeping pretty well though. I'm sure she wouldn't know the difference." Sam nodded in agreement and opened her door.
"You're probably right." Sam got out of the car and stretched. "Remind me why we decided to drive six straight hours without stopping? My legs are planning to sue me now for negligence." Freddie laughed and looked over the car to see her.
"You weren't complaining a few minutes ago. Your snores made it seem like you were pretty content." Freddie smirked and rested a hand on the roof of the car. "Not to mention the drool that was running down your face…" Sam scoffed.
"One, I don't snore and two, I don't drool either." Freddie rolled his eyes.
"Okay…Whatever you say, Princess." Sam rolled her eyes and playfully stuck her tongue out at him.
"I think it's time for me to go get some fat cakes. I'll be back, Fredward." With the turn of a heel Sam was bounding across the parking lot. She got halfway there and turned back. She sauntered up beside Freddie, who was just finishing pumping gas and smiled sweetly, holding her hand out.
"Money, Fredderina." Freddie sighed, but dug into his back pocket and extracted his brown tri-fold wallet anyway.
"I swear, you, Sam Puckett, are enough to drive anyone crazy." Freddie remarked as he handed her a twenty dollar bill. Sam swiftly snatched up the cash and smirked at the boy.
"Why do you think my mom is the way she is?" She laughed and turned to run back into the gas station, leaving Freddie behind shaking his head. He smiled and replaced the cap on the gas tank. Then he slid back into the driver's seat to wait for the blonde girl's return.