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(Chapter 7) (Freddie's POV)
"Sam, Sam- SAM WAIT," I say, chasing after her. As soon as she heard Jor-douche had a girlfriend, Rachel, she punched him in the nose, and then ran off. I see her cut a turn in the hallway heading towards our room, only to be caught a dead end. She sinks to the floor and holds her knees to her face, not saying a word.
"Come on, Sam, talk to me..."
I finally just slink down next to her against the back wall. But she just sits there, not making a sound, and then suddenly, I hear her cough and and turn her head to the side. Mascara streaks down the side of her wet cheek, and I rub her back as she cries.
"You know, Sam, it's okay to cry. I won't judge you,"
She doesn't say anything, just turns and faces her back towards me. I crawl around to where I'm looking at her side.
"Sam, please, say something,"
Silence. I start to bring my knees up to walk away, since she obviously doesn't want me here to see this.
But just as I'm almost standing, I feel a grip on the back of my shirt.
"...S-stay," she says, quiet and meek- totally unlike I've ever seen Sam.
She's facing me now, eyes full of tears staring up with a frown that pulls the heart-strings.
"Anytime," I say, and stand her up. I pull her into a hug and rock her back and forth.
"This sucks,"
"Now she's back," I chuckle, and pull her arms length away from me, holding her arms, "Come on, let's go back to my room. It'll look weird standing in the hallway like this,"
We start our journey down the hall, one of my arms wrapped around her, patting her as I help her breath normally.
"Sorry to... cry like this," she whispers as I slide my key through the door.
"Actually, it's quite refreshing to know Sam's got her weak points, too, and I admire you a lot for having the strength to cry, especially in front of me, who you hate most," I say, watching her climb onto my bed and tucking herself in.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't think you'll ever see me like this again, Freddison. I don't hate you, you just bug me most of the time. ….and thanks for this. It sucks not having Carly, but you're not doing half-bad,"
"Well, thanks, I try my best. You need anything else? Tea, a fat cake?"
"A fat cake sounds amazing right now,"
"Offff course it does,"
(Sam's POV)
That punch felt amazing; better than any punch I've ever thrown. And believe me- I've thrown a good amount of swings in my day. But the asshole has a girlfriend. A girlfriend!
Instead of listening of his bullshit excuse I know is to come, I run off down towards my room. I can't really see where I'm going, because for some reason my eyes are like leaking all this water and I can't tell where I am. I can hear Freddie chasing after me, but there's no way I'm letting him see me like this. No way.
But quickly I realize I've taken a wrong turn, and that I'm at a dead end. Well, great. I sink down against the ugly-wallpapered wall and pull my knees to my face so the dork won't see all the water works.
"Come on, Sam, talk to me..."
I don't reply, and I just let the tears flow, but all of the sudden my breathing gets uneven and I have to turn my head up to get some air. I cough and turn my head to the side, hoping he doesn't see.
Yeah, that went well.
"You know, Sam, it's okay to cry. I won't judge you," he murmurs, rubbing my back with his warm hand. This only makes things harder, and I continue to cry in my silence, facing my back towards him so he won't see it get as bad as it's getting.
"Sam, please, say something,"
I hear him start to get up, but wait- I don't want to be alone. I have no one hear and Carly's missing and I, I need him-!
And before I can stop my arm, I've latched on to the back of his shirt.
"...S-stay," I choke out, waiting for him to walk away.
"Anytime," He says, pulling me up and into the most inviting, comforting hug I've ever had in my lfe.
I pause, "This sucks," and wipe my eyes.
"Now she's back," he chuckles, "Come on, let's go back to my room. It'll look weird standing in the hallway like this,"
I agree, and walk with him while he keeps his arm around me. Normally, I would be disgusted by these actions, but for some reason, today they seem quite alright.
As he opens his door, I whisper, "Sorry to...cry like this."
"Actually, it's quite refreshing to know Sam's got her weak points, too, and I admire you a lot for having the strength to cry, especially in front of me, who you hate most,"
I climb into his all-to-inviting bed and tuck the blankets in around me. You know, maybe it's just my mind crashing from all the crying, but Freddie seems sort of...nice right now.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't think you'll ever see me like this again, Freddison. I don't hate you, you just bug me most of the time. ….and thanks for this. It sucks not having Carly, but you're not doing half-bad,"
"Well, thanks, I try my best. You need anything else? Tea, a fat cake?"
"A fat cake sounds amazing right now,"
"Offff course it does,"
I turn around in the covers and pull them closer to my face, and I get the drift of a sweet scent. Smells like Freddie...
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