III. (POV-F)
I grinned as I sat down on Carly's couch to "talk" to Sam. "So," I started, "What does Sam want to talk about tonight?" I said, Sam's milky blue eyes turned to me, with the same look she had on earlier today in the studio, "Well, Fredward, I don't know, how about you pick tonight?" Sam said in a tone that had implied we did this a lot, which wasn't true. I searched my mind for what me and Sam could talk about, we had nothing in common. I had it, "Sam, I am being serious, why do you always beat me up, humiliate me, annoy me, harass me, and insult me if I am one of your best friends? And I want a real reason, Sam." I could tell Sam was caught off guard by that question, had no answer, because she didn't know why. "Um, next question." "No, Sam. Answer the question please." Sam didn't want to answer my question, and why not? I was afraid she was going say something like "Non of your bees wax Fredweird." Or "Shut Up and move on Benson." But that wasn't it, Sam looked more vulnerable now, like she had been, well overpowered, and by whom? Her enemy, me, Freddie Benson. It seemed impossible at first but then I realized Sam isn't all that tough. "Sam, please answer my question." I said softly, and kindly, "Please don't make me Freddie, if you really were my best friend, you wouldn't make me." That was the first time Sam ever called me her best friend, and to admit it, after she said that, I decided she didn't need to answer the question. I also decided I was through fighting with her about stupid things, so I did one thing I hadn't done in a while.
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Freddie scooted over beside me, looked into my eyes sweetly, and gave me a gentle hug and said, "Sam, sorry I was so impatient about a question. You don't have to answer it." It was another 2 seconds before Freddie let go of me, his embrace was nothing like Jona's, Shane's, Pete's, or that guy I dated in the 5th grade who 'fell' out of the tree. I wouldn't admit that though! I really hope Freddie feels the same, even though I constantly tease him and all that crap, I hope he see's that it's just because I like him.
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"Ya know, when a girl rips on a guy, it just means that she has a crush on him." Freddie said, eyeing Sam angrily after the torrent of insults that Sam rained on him.
"Yeah. But I wasn't ripping on a guy. I was ripping on you." Sam said simply, grinning deviously.
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