AN-Part 2!
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Sam mumbled to herself as she climbed out of her car, nothing but her cell phone and keys in her hands. "How could I have forgotten the cake?"
Sam finally reached the staircase after making her way across the rather large parking lot. After telling herself, consistently, that running up two flights of stairs to Freddie's apartment was worth it, she knocked on his door. When she got no reply, she looked back into the nearly empty parking lot, searching for his silver 2010 Camaro. It was there, which meant he had to be home, right?
Looking down at the phone in her hand, she dialed 1, Freddie's speed dial number. It went straight to voicemail. "Dude, answer your phone. I'm right outside your door."
She knocked again, disappointed to get the same silence as last time. It's really resulting to this, Benson? She thought, before taking a bobby pin out of her hair, and inserting it into the keyhole, easily gaining access to Freddie's locked apartment. As she stepped inside his flat, the familiar aroma of Freddie's odor hit her and she nearly fell over, relishing and treasuring what had entered her nostrils. She only smelled it when she was here, in his apartment, or hugging him, and now that she was married, she didn't think she'd be hugging a lot of different guys anytime soon.
"Here Dorky, Dorky, Dorky," she joked, laughing in spite of herself. "Where are you?"
She then heard someone…whimpering? She grimaced as she twisted the door to Freddie's bedroom open, only to find him tossing and turning in his bed sheets. The sheets were tangled up between his legs and there was a pool of perspiration surrounding him. She ran over to him and began to shake his shoulders as she heard him mumble something incoherent, but she could've sworn she heard 'Emilee' somewhere in there. "Dude!"
To no avail could she wake him up. She continued to shake his shoulders, but soon discovered that shaking him only made his nightmare worse. He began to scream in his sleep and now, more than ever, Sam was frightened. Running into the kitchen, she quickly searched for a cup and filled it with hot water. Racing back into his bedroom, she threw her hand in the air, watching as the hot water made contact with his face. At this, she saw his eyes snatch open and he sat up in bed, shuddering harder than he ever knew possible.
He looked around the room and for a minute, he could see nothing but blurriness, but soon, the blonde standing in his bedroom appeared clearly. "Sam? What…?"
Sam, who was breathing heavily, sat the empty cup in her hands on the dresser beside her. "You were having a dream. Either that or some kind of nightmare and you weren't waking up. You were crying and screaming and—I just..." she couldn't seem to form intelligible sentences, and instead, she ran a hand through her curls trying to process her thoughts.
He slipped out of bed and strode over to her, draping his arms around her. And suddenly, this position felt very familiar—just like the one two and a half years ago—the night when Emilee and Ethan died.
"You know what I said?" He asked, and he could see confusion rising on her face. "On the day Emilee told me she was pregnant, you know what I said? I told the baby it was going to change Emilee and me, and it did. In the worse way possible."
Sam pulled away from his hug and looked at him. She wasn't the best with emotions, but she wasn't the worse either. At first she felt like she should crack a joke to lighten the mood, but decided against it. This was Fredward—her best friend—after all. She had to show some sympathy. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want…"
He shook his head and chuckled lightly, making Sam think she had said something amusing. She was pretty darn sure she hadn't, though, so she couldn't pinpoint exactly why he had laughed. "It's been two and a half years, Sam. I can't hide from this feeling forever."
He looked down at the wedding ring he had yet to take off. She followed his gaze and it met the ring on her own finger. He kept his gaze on the floor, trying to find something to say. "I haven't taken this off in two and a half years. It's the only part of Emilee and Ethan that I have left."
She noticed the way his breath softened when he spoke the two 'E' names.
"You really loved her?"
Freddie shook his head. "No," he said, taking Sam off guard. "There was always someone who held me back. This girl meant more to me than Emilee did, and it scared me, truthfully. How could I pine after someone when I was a married man? Emilee told me, before her last seconds, to go after this certain girl." He paused before looking Sam in the eye. "And I didn't. I let her go."
Sam tried to hide her disappointment. So, there was another girl he was interested in? She wanted him in a way he didn't want her, or so she thought. She couldn't help but wonder who the girl that Freddie loved more than Emilee was. Whoever it is, Sam thought, angrily. I ought to give her a good slap in the face for letting such a wonderful, nubby person leave. "Why did you let her go?"
"Because," he said, shooting his stare to the wall. "Today, that beautiful woman is married to another man who is…exactly like myself. Except better I guess."
Stupid girl, Sam thought, shaking her head. "What's her name?"
"That's not important," he said, a little too quickly, deciding to change the subject. "Thank you for coming over here to check on me."
She scoffed, punching him in the arm, gently. "To check on you? Pfft. I came here to borrow a few slices of bacon."
He rolled his eyes. "In the fridge."
She smiled and made her way into the kitchen, grabbing the bacon she didn't need and deciding to ditch her welcome home party. Instead, she would stay here with her best friend, who at the time really needed someone to be there for you.
X
"Sam, where are you?" Blaze spoke into his phone, not bothering to hide his worry. "We're worried about you. Call back."
"Blaze, maybe she's fine," Carly said, trying not to come to any false conclusions. "All she said she was doing was going to Freddie's, dropping off the piece of cake that she never got, and coming back. It's not like anything could've happened. I'm sure she's fine," Carly ranted to herself. "Please be fine."
The party had ended nearly an hour ago and by then, everyone except for Carly and Spencer had left. "Did you find her in the bedroom?" Blaze questioned, looking at Spencer who was now coming down from the stairs. He had paint over his hands and what looked to be a few pieces of clay stuck in his hair. "You went into the arts and crafts room, didn't you?"
Spencer nodded and Carly sighed, frustratedly. "This is serious you guys. We've dialed both Sam and Freddie and neither of them picked up!"
"Freddie?" Blaze questioned, now hearing his name for the first time. "She's with him?"
Carly shrugged. "Yeah, why?"
Blaze didn't say anything for a few minutes, and instead, turned around. "Carly? Does Sam…did Sam and Freddie ever, you know, go out?"
Carly shook her head even though he was turned away from her. "No! Never! They're best friends."
Blaze nodded, looking at the picture of Sam and Freddie on the counter, which Sam had insisted be placed there. "Oh."
"Yeah," she said, walking over to place a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. I can assure you those two do not have feelings for each other."
"Look, why don't we just drive over there and see if they're at Freddie's apartment?" Spencer butted in.
Carly grinned at her brother. "That's possibly the smartest idea you had since…well in forever."
X
"Let's play a game." Sam suggested, turning to face Freddie on the couch.
"Which one?" he asked, shutting off the TV.
"Interrogation or humiliation," she beamed. "We used to play it all the time when we were younger."
"We did, didn't we?" He grinned, his mind flowing back to the late past. "Except then it was called truth or dare."
Sam rolled her eyes. "I'll go first."
Freddie nodded and she spoke again. "Interrogation or humiliation?"
"Interrogation."
"Wuss," Sam said, hitting Freddie's arm. "But, is it true that your undying love for Carly has subsided?"
"A long time ago," he said, nodding furiously. "I don't want to go down that road again. Now, it's my turn. Interrogation or humiliation?"
"Humiliation."
"I dare you to—"
"There you guys are!" Carly's chirper voice came from the front door. "We've been worried sick about you, Sam!"
"How did you guys get in here?" Freddie asked, scrunching his eyebrows.
"It was unlocked." Spencer shrugged, appearing behind Carly. Next came Blaze, who looked like he was trying to hide his frustration.
"You should really lock your doors," he mumbled.
"Whatever," Sam said. "You guys found me."
She turned back to her male best friend. "I should go."
He smiled, lightly, at her. "Bye Sam. Thanks for the distraction."
She flashed him a grin before running into his room and grabbing her cell phone and keys off the dresser. "Bye!"
X
Em, Freddie thought, staring up at the ceiling. If you're there, give me a sign. I want you to know that until I get Sam to realize that I love her, I'll wear this wedding ring. You told me to go get her, and that's exactly what I'm going to do now.
AN-What did you guys think of the chapter? It usually takes me so much longer to write a chapter, but this one came so easily to me! As usual, thanks to anyone who reads, favorites, or follows this story! I really appreciate it!
To the lovely people who reviewed, my replies to you are the following:
'LadyJames'-Yes, Sam should let Blaze go, but she's married to him. It's not that easy ;) Plus, it's not that she doesn't love him in a romantic way, because she does. It's just the fact that the love she has for a certain someone, could override what she feels for her husband. Thanks for reviewing!
'Ariel Leilani'-Pretty intense chapter, right? Sorry for making you tear up xD. My apologies! I hope you cry tears of joy from this chapter! :)
'Friends4ever55'-Haha! How do you think Sam going to see Freddie turned out? Tell me in a review! ;)
'PinaySeddier'-Thanks for loving this chapter! :) I hope you enjoyed this one, too! Review!
Bye guys! Until next time!
-Megan xx