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"Hey, look! Inside-Out Burger! Let's eat there," Freddie suggested.
"Ummm, sure."
"Alright." He took my hand in his and we wandered into the restaurant laughing about Carly and Gibby's relationship.
"So,"
"Yeah, Sam?"
"What I said about us earlier,"
"Yes,"
"Are we really boyfriend-girlfriend now?"
"I think so, Princess Puckett." He said as he gave me a peck on the cheek.
I chuckled at his cliché move and pulled him closer to me. As we walked into the restaurant, we found an empty booth right beside the window, where there was an amazing view of Venice beach. As the waves rippled across the soft sand, I sighed at its beauty. Freddie came back from ordering, and had two double-cheeseburgers, two large iced teas and two medium fries. Okay. Let Momma have her food.
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The soft feel of the sand tickled the soles of my feet as I strolled across the beach, my head on Freddie's shoulder. As we got closer towards the sea, I stepped on a cold metal. I reached down to pick up the small, copper locket that it had revealed to be. I brushed off the sand with my thumb. The heart-shaped locket revealed a couple, a blonde and a brunette. Their arms formed a heart, the girl in the left and the boy on the right. Their faces were hard to make out, but it immediately reminded me of us; Freddie and I. Before Freddie realised, I hid it in my pocket and turned to him. He was picking shells that were washed up front eh sea. Some had amazing engravings, some were, unfortunately, broken.
"Hey, Sam!"
"What's up, Freddo?"
"Look at this, it's a necklace! Copper."
"Give it." I grabbed it from him and stuffed it in the same pocket where I put the locket.
"Why?"
"Nothing."
"Okay?" He took my and back in his and we walked back to the parking lot, and drove back home, listening to our favourite song.
"I keep running away, even from the good things," Freddie chirped as we drove home.
I laughed at his horrible singing voice and he looked at me with a confused look.
"Dude, you're a terrible singer."
"Well, I don't think you'd be any better,"
"Oh yeah? Put on, umm, the best song you could think of."
"Fine." He said firmly and played All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey.
"I-I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need, and I, don't care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree." I sang, quite melodiously, I might say.
After the song, the look on Freddie's face made me laugh unbelievably. He seemed, amused, amazed, puzzled, and fascinated.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Sing beautifully."
"Oh, well, I just had it in my genes, I guess."
"Oh, so I didn't?"
"That's right, Fredelina!" He shook his head and grinned at the new nickname and got out of the car.
Oh, we're home. I followed him out the car and into the house. Being the gentleman that he is, he opened the door for me. I thanked him with the best British accent that I could pull off, but it drowned in laughter. He glared at me and followed me through the door. And then another weird thing happened. It was gross. Revolting. It was not a pleasant sight, at all.
"Gibby?"
"Carly?"
And they broke away from their make-out session. Gibby's cheek was covered in hot pink lipstick, and Carly's hair was messed up.
"Sam! Freddie!" Carly exclaimed and jumped up from the couch. Note to self: I have to buy a new couch.
"Now, it's your turn to explain." I smirked and took her by the hem of her shirt and dragged her to her temporary room.
"Care to explain?"
"Well, we are going out."
I looked her in the eye and raised an eyebrow. "Talk."
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