A/N: Yay! More reviews more story. Warning... raising the rating.
In class Sam slept on her desk. Freddie couldn't take her eyes off her. He felt so much guilt over this. He got out his notepad and began to write a list of things he liked about her. He didn't know much about girls but his first instinct was that things like this help:
... Things That I Like, Fascinate (or Terrify) Me About Sam Puckett.
When she forgives me for doing stupid things.
That she's smarter than she lets on (she just doesn't try).
That she can scare boys three times her size.
That she even bothers to be friends with me.
When she laughs at my expense.
When she laughs at something other than my expense, so I can laugh too.
That she cares more than she lets on.
That she's just as pretty as Carly when she's not hurting me in unimaginable ways.
He scribbled out that last part.
That I almost mistook her for Carly in the shower.
He scribbled again. 'Boy! This list isn't going so good.'
That her attempt to make me forget what I saw in the toilet didn't work, because I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since…
He scribbled furiously, ripping the page with his pen.
'Get a grip Freddie' he told himself, 'Mom should have just given in and let me get the magazines.'
..At least then he wouldn't be continuously imagining Sam's head on the diagram of a woman's body up on the wall in health class.
He can blame it all on his mom. Give me ideas or motivation for the next chapters by pressing that little button!