So, about a week ago, Sam told me she was leaving. Now we were all saying goodbye. Carly had gone first, and cried, a lot. Then spencer, who had enough contol not to cry. Then Sam waved at me and left. I sighed, she couldn't show emotion around other people.
"She didn't even say anything to you." Carly said. I thought this over. I didn't say anything to Sam I knew I was going to regret it. I took a deep breath.
"Sam! Sam, wait up!" I yelled as I ran out the door. I ran down the 8 flights of stairs and out the front door where a cab was sitting, Sam loading her bags into the trunk. "Sam!" I yelled. I ran up to her.
"Freddie." She said.
"you, umm, you need a hand with those?" I asked nervously.
"No, I got em." She said as she put the last bag in the trunk.
"Listen, I umm, I had to come down to say goodbye." I said.
"Bye." She said. She went to her door.
"Sam, wait." I grabbed her arm.
"What? I said bye." She said. I couldn't think of what to say. I just looked into her eyes, her deep, ocean blue eyes. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. After a second, The taxi driver honked the horn. Sam pulled back and quickly got into the cab. I put my hand on the window. Then the cab drove away and left me there satnding alone, looking like an idiot, on a street corner, alone, I decided to go back upstairs. I walked into Carly's apartment.
"What did she say?" Carly asked.
"Nothing, absolutly nothing." I said, realizing how depressed I sounded. I didn't like Sam that way, but that was the only thing I could think of to do. Our first kiss was the one time we were honest and calm. I just wanted it to be like that again. But she left too fast. she would only be back on saturdays.
"Aww, I'm sorry." Carly said.
"It's ok." I sat down in the chair. I just wish she would've said something, yelled, insulted me, anything. "I'm gonna go for a walk." I said. I got up and left. I walked over to Sam's old house. She left the front door wide open. I went inside. There was furniture and stuff. The fridge was empty, of corse. Sam's room looked like she never left. Her room was still a mess. There were a few empty draweres, but some clothes were still here. Old CDs, I never thought Sam would ever listen to Elton John, Toby Keith, or KISS, Some old notebooks, a few missmatched socks, but not much. I flipped through the notebooks, just a bunch of doodles. I looked at the 4 or 5 CDs, the last 2 were Johnny Cash and The Beetles. and, Lovely, her bed looks like a hurricane ran over it. I made it, but then it didn't look like Sam's room, I messed up the bed again. I looked in the closet, which wasn't hard, one of the doors was missing. fat cake wrappers, crumpled up pieces of paper, a stack of books, wait, books, Sam doesn't read. I grabbed the top book. It was just black, nothing but a black cover. I opened it, it was a diary, they all were. Did I really want to know what was going on in Sam's twisted little head? No, no I didn't. Yes I did. I grabbed the stack of books, 5 in all, and sat on the messy floor I read through the first one. then all of them. First one was from sixth grade year, the year I met her, to just yesterday. I put them in order back in the closet and walked out, but i ran back in. That's where sam put my hoodie. One time she kept complaining she was cold, monday, in first hour, I didn't want to hear it so I let her borrow my hoodie. She never gave it back. I grabbed my hoodie and left. When I got home, my mom was still at work. I took off my shoes and walked to my room. I put my newly found hoodie on my desk chair and flopped down on my bed. My room was a mess, I really should clean it, eh, later. I thought about my long day, and sam, and Sam's diary, and soon i drifted off to sleep.