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Freddie's POV

The next two weeks were torture.

I only hung out with Gibby and Jeremy, and some other of my friends. I didn't get a chance to talk to Carly at all, because she would always be with Sam. I didn't want to give her the opportunity to initiate a conversation, to pretend that there is nothing wrong. I couldn't handle it.

She was really pushing me over the edge. I don't know why, but she just wouldn't give in-!

….Not that I wanted her to or anything…

Just two more days until summer vacation, the end of the semester, when I can start over in New Jersey, but this time there won't be some sort of evil bully/friend.

We were all sitting in Mrs. Briggs room. We were all watching, some of us amused, most of us horrified, a shirtless Gibby dancing around the room to "Don't Stop Believing". Being the end of the school year, Mrs. Briggs decided it would be a brilliantly idea to have a talent show portraying a message we wanted to send out to our classmates.

Yeah, it's really stupid. I just made a power point of pictures of my friends and I throughout the year. It was really hard to find some without Sam in them. Which meant I really didn't have a picture of Carly either, because all the Carly pics had Sam in them.

For some weird reason, I had tons of just Sam pictures with only her in them, but none of Carly…

"Hey," a breathless Gibby said as he sat down in his desk beside me.

"Hey," I said back, "great dance."

"Thanks," he grinned, "have you talked to HD yet?"

I pressed my lips into a line and shook my head, "no".

He sighed and leaned away from me as Mrs. Briggs spoke again.

"Well…uh, Gibby, that was…uh…interesting…okay that was weird and disturbing. You have detention young man!" she shrieked.

"Aw man!" he yelled.

Everyone in class laughed.

"Who wants to go next?!" she yelled silencing our laughter.

"I'll go," a small timid voice said.

Everyone turned around and was surprised to see Sam raising her hand and looking down at her lap. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion, and I was caught off guard when she looked up at me. I quickly put my angry mask back on and looked away.

"Miss Puckett?" Mrs. Briggs asked in surprise.

Sam stood up and revealed a red guitar.

Sam plays the guitar?!

For the first time in weeks I really looked at her. Her hair was a little different, her bangs were shorter, and her hair was curly in some pieces and some pieces underneath were straightened. She looked really pretty.

Whoa….did I-?

Nah.

Sam walked up the aisle in complete silence and sat down on the stool in front of the bemused class. A breeze blew though Mrs. Briggs open window and pushed back Sam's hair.

She situated the guitar on her lap, and said, "I…uh…wrote this song…"

She opened her mouth to say more, but stopped, obviously struggling to find the words. She finally gave up and started strumming.

I looked back at Carly who was sitting behind me, but she just gave me a wide grin. I shrugged to myself and turned back around to watch Sam play.

She then opened her mouth and began to sing.

"Da da da da, da da da da

Da da da da-da da

I don't know if I can yell any louder

How many time have I kicked you outta here?

Or said something insulting?"

She then looked up from her guitar and looked straight into my eyes. I was so surprised I couldn't look away.

"Da da da da-da

I can be so mean when I wanna be

I am capable of really anything

I can cut you into pieces

When my heart is....broken"

She bit her lip and looked harder into my eyes. I could see the pain in them.

"Da da da-da da

Please don't leave me

Please don't leave me

I always say how I don't need you

But it's always gonna come right back to this

Please, don't leave me"

By this point I wasn't able to form thoughts, or any other body functions. I'm pretty sure the bottom of my jaw was grazing the floor.

"How did I become so obnoxious?

What is it with you that makes me act like this?

I've never been this nasty

Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?

The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest

But baby I don't mean it

I mean it, I promise"

It was like she was talking just to me, and it didn't take a genius to forgive out who this song was about.

"Da da da-da da

Please don't leave me

Da da da-da da

Please don't leave me

Da da da-da da

I always say how I don't need you

But it's always gonna come right back to this

Please, don't leave me

I forgot to say out loud how beautiful you really are to me

I can't be without, you're my perfect little punching bag

And I need you, I'm sorry."

I don't know if anyone else noticed, but I saw the single, beautiful tear that rolled down her cheek.

"Da da da da, da da da da

da da da da-da da

Please, please don't leave me

Baby please don't leave me

No, don't leave me

Please don't leave me no no no

You say I don't need you but it's always gonna come right back,

It's gonna come right back to this.

Please, don't leave me.

No.

No, don't leave me

Please don't leave me, oh no no no.

I always say how I don't need you

But it's always gonna come right back to this

Please don't leave me

Please don't leave me"

She slowly strummed the last note, and furiously wiped at her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered and then ran out of the class room.

Everyone was sitting in a shocked silence for a moment, and then everyone jumped up to their feet, applauding, and whooping and hollering. I jumped up and ran out of the class room.

I ran through the halls, looking for Sam…I have so many questions…

Before I found Sam, though, I found the ground with my face. I groaned as I rubbed my aching forehead and looked up. I saw Sam standing over me with an unhappy look on her face.

I jumped up. "Sam!" I exclaimed.

"You should look were your going next time. Less chance of you breaking your face," she said with annoyance.

She grabbed my arm, yanked me to my feet, and then rolled her eyes and walked away.

"Sam! Wait!" I yelled after her.

I was about to run to her, but before I even got to take a step, Sam reeled around. She had a fierce scowl on her face.

"Oh, we're talking to me now, aren't we? There I apologized! Happy, you little pansy ass pussy! How about you pay more attention to your life before you start making accusations, retard! I stopped you from asking Tawni out because she's dating Jake, you know captain of the wrestling team Jake, who would kick your pathetic ass if he caught you looking at her! And maybe, I joked about you with the crazy, buff, jock lunatics to calm them down when Jake in fact did find out that you were about to ask her out. Maybe all my teasing had a reason! Maybe you were too pig headed and self centered to see it! God!" she yelled.

This time I was the one shrinking back from the ferocious Sam.

"There I apologized, you got a song, I don't want you to go, okay. So…yeah, you're retarded," she turned and walked away again.

Once again, I was completely utterly speechless. She really did care for me as a friend? She did all those things to help me…wow, I really am stupid and self centered.

Wait, if she just cared about me as a friend then why did…

"You wrote that song about me?" I asked.

She stopped mid-stride.

"Yeah," she said trying to sound indifferent, but failing when her voice cracked.

"Every single thing?" I asked.

She winced, but said, "Yeah, I guess the only way to get through your head that I'm not the devil herself was to write a song."

She nervously laughed, but her back was still turned to me.

"Every part?" I whispered taking slow steps toward her, "as in the 'I need you' part or the 'I don't mean it' or the 'I forgot to tell you how beautiful you are' part."

I was standing right behind her now.

"Uh…no?" she tried.

"How about you don't lie?" I said starting to get annoyed again.

"Sam, if you have feelings for me, how about you just tell me!"

She flipped around, eyes flaming…erm…maybe not the smartest thing to say.

"What?" she hissed.

"Uh…nothing, nothing," I said quickly.

"Me have feelings for you?! Me have feelings for you?! Have you lost your damn mind?!"

Anger ripped at me now.

"What's so horrible about having feelings for me?!" I yelled taking a step closer.

"What's not horrible about having feelings for you?!" she screamed back.

"Why is it so hard for you to show what your heart feels?!"

"Why do you sound gay all the time?!"

"I hate you!"

"I hate you, you freaking dork!"

"I'm still moving!"

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not."

I don't know who crashed into each other first, but we found each other's lips on each others, moving open and close in sync. She pushed me into a wall and I knotted my fingers in her curly blond hair. We grabbed and kissed and desperately clung to each other, as if we've been waiting for this our whole lives…and it was worth the wait.

The passion of the kiss died down and we were left panting in each other's arms. I was leaning against the wall, and Sam was leaning against my chest.

"You are going to go home," she whispered.

"Okay," I agreed.

"And you are going to tell your mother that you are staying."

"Do you want me to stay?" I asked looking down at her.

She looked at me like I was stupid, "Well, duh, I thought we were past that."

I grinned, "I know, just wanted to hear you say it again."

She rolled her eyes and kissed me on the lips.

"You're luck you're cute, or I wouldn't be able to be seen with you," she said.

"You think I'm cute?" I laughed.

"Well, since we're dating…I can't date an ugly guy."

"We're dating?"

She twisted away from my arms, and started walking back to class.

"Not if you keep doing that," she smirked.

She then ran away.

I sighed and gave an easy smile, and then chased after her. Sam Puckett is rude, vicious, abusive, aggressive, spiteful, and practically evil…and I love every part of her.

Well, there you have it! I know it's kind of a short fic, but I feel this all the story needed.

So it's over, Freddie and Sam came together, and apparently Sam is a pretty darn good song writer…lol

Please drop me a review, and tell me what you think! :D

Loveeee,

Lucy