Sam's POV

I just ran. Into the streets. Into the building where I found security. Nope, not my house.

Bushwell Plaza.

I felt water on my face. Lots of it. It was streaming down my face as much as gravity could pull them closer to the center of the earth. What were those? Oh yeah, I was crying.

The wind blew at my skirt. It was breezy here at the fire escape. The music from my PearPod was loud enough to overwhelm the bustling urban serenade, but my mind was elsewhere, floating in the wind along with the calm breeze.

Looking down at the bustling city, I remembered the time when I almost fell off the building with Carly. I can't believe that we were fighting over such a trivial matter that day. I let out a little laugh over our stupidity.

Carly Shay. My best friend. Griffin was her ex, and they broke up because of his extreme obsession with PeeWee Babies. But she never learned to let him go, probably because she was still head over heels for his sweet personality, despite his crazy obsession. Me, on the other hand, never minded his little craze. I too have my obsessions, like my meat cravings or MMA fights.

I can't believe we're breaking up. On Valentine's Day. On the day when I thought that everything will have a change...

I remembered last year's Valentine's Day. Pete and I were supposed to go for our date at the beach, and he promised me that he would bring my favorite food along for our date. But he never showed up. Intead, his best friend Felix came along and told me that Pete wanted to break up. On Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day the year before was fine, until my mom brought in her new boyfriend Jacob to our house and I ended up not being able to go for my date with Louis, my former boyfriend. He broke up with me on the following Sunday.

I laughed at my train of thoughts. With all the above examples, I could have easily believed that I contracted some kind of disease that repels guys on Valentine's Day, or that I've been cursed at birth to break up with every single guy on this particular day. So much for everything...

I felt something on my cheek again. I tried to wipe it off from my face, but the more I try, the wetter my face gets. Soon, I felt my face covered in a blanket of water. Yes, Sam Puckett is crying. The almighty Sam Puckett is succumbing to her own emotions.

While I try to wipe those tears away, I felt someone beside me. I turned to my side to find a packet of tissue paper offered to me.

It was Freddie.

"Freddie?" the tears which almost stopped falling started plummeting from my face as I hugged my best friend. My sobs became bawling. My eyes were misty from my wailing. My voice was coarse and I could hardly say anything.

"Sam, it's okay," he tried to comfort me. "I'm here. I'm here."

"Why...? Why?"

"It's alright, Sam," he placed his arms on my back. "It's going to be okay..."

"Why must it always be me?" I was wailing at this point of time. "Griffin... He was... he was cheating on me... While we were queuing for food... Why? How? Him and Carly... Why?"

He was silent, but he patted my back like I was a baby.

"Leslie... Leslie and Jimmy..." I pulled away from his embrace and looked him in the eyes. "She cheated on you..."

"It's fine, Sam," he said calmly and softly. "I never liked her anyway."

I started bawling again as I turned to hug him again. I needed some comfort from the things that happened today. And Freddie was the perfect guy to pour out all my troubles to. "Why did we go for the triple date? If we didn't organize it, they wouldn't meet each other again and they wouldn't get back together."

Freddie's POV

It was cold out at the fire escape. The music from her PearPod was playing softly, but just loud enough to drown the urban traffic symphony. She was crying in my arms.

"Why did he have to break my heart?" she cried. "On Valentine's Day...?"

Valentine's Day. The day when lovers confess. The day when couples celebrate their most romantic moments. The day when singles yearn for someone to love. The day when Carly is always asked out by countless guys, but I never got to date her.

"Valentine's Day really isn't our day, is it?" I let out a laugh.

"Why do you love Carly so much?" she asked in the middle of her sobs.

"She's... pretty, smart, cute, nice... She's the perfect girlfriend," I stated. It made her sobs even louder. "But you're not bad too."

She wailed. "Why? Why does everyone choose Carly over me?"

"Well..." I tried to said something, but I decided against it. "Sam, don't compare yourself with Carly. You guys are different from each other. Hush now..."

"I don't even know how we became friends," she calmed down a little. "We're clearly two very different people. She's pretty and smart, but I'm aggressive and vicious. Why is there world so unfair?"

"Sometimes, opposites attract, Sam," I stated. "The one you're different from may be the one who is the most alike to you. And then, you'll be friends."

She moved away.

"What's wrong."

"Too close, nub," she stated. "This just isn't right."

I raised my eyebrow. "What isn't?"

"We're not supposed to talk like this, Freddie," she kept her distance away from me. "We're supposed to be fighting and... and... and were supposed to try to kill each other. And... and-"

"We're friends, Sam," I smiled.

She frowned. "No, we're not. We're enemies."

"Frienemies," I corrected her. "Anyway, it doesn't matter now. Come on, let's get you home."

"I don't wanna go home," she clenched her fists. "I wanna go to the beach."

"The beach?" I confirmed.

She nodded and stuck her hand out.

I looked at her, but she seemed determined not to let our eyes meet. "What?"

"Keys," she instructed.

"No, you're not driving there in this condition," I exclaimed. "I'll drive you there."

"Just let me be, Fredbutt," she snapped. "I don't even know why we're talking like this. Just... give me the keys."

I frowned. "No. I'm driving you there if you're even going."

She breathed in deeply, realizing that she has no other choice. I can't possibly let her drive in this condition. If she gets into an accident, I would regret it for the rest of my life.

"Come on, let's go," I pulled her along with me, but she pushed my hand away.

"I can walk on my own," she snapped, eyes still on the ground.

"So, which beach do you wanna go to, Frenemy?"