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(Sam's POV)
So here I am. Way in over my head. Ready to put it all on the line. Spencer really surprised me back there, but I couldn't thank him enough. He made me realize….everything. Who knew? So here I am, walking down the streets of Seattle, on an overcast night, Just thinking of the right thing to say. I feel so…helpless, when it comes to Freddie, and I hate it. Yet, at the same time I kinda like it. That's how I know what I feel for him is true. From the electric shock I felt, and ignored when he had kissed me on the fire escape. The bubbling inside of my stomach when our shoulders brush. The anger that rushed through my body when he flirted, or showed ANY affection twards Carly. I chuckled to myself at the thoughts in my head. Heck, a year ago, I would have given myself a texas wedgie if I thought about Freddie at all, other than some sort of awful insult about his mother. Just then, a droplet of water on my nose startles me out of my thoughts. Crap. Rain. No jacket. I sprint as fast as I can twards the Bushwell Plaza a block away, still deep in thought, not even looking where I was going, when BANGGG. "Ommphh!"
"HEY WATCH WERE YOUR GOING YOU NUBBY LITTLE-"
"Sam?" he says getting up, quickly, and offering me his hand.
The familiar voice rung through my ears.
"Uhh, ohh. It's you." I say, brushing myself off, swatting his hand away.
"You okay? Sorry about that little episode, I was on the phone with my mom, and I was pretty mad, because she discovered my liquid soap stash, and is going to donate it to good will."
"That's okay Gib, just watch where you're going next time, or you won't get off so lucky again." I say popping my jacket, to put the hood over my head, shielding my blonde curls from the world.
"Stupid homeless lumps….stealing my soap …" Gibby mutters to himself.
"Well ooookayy. I'm going to get back to running, and thinkin. See yah later Gibwad." I say harshly.
Gibby rolls his eyes and mutters something about me manipulating his name. "OH!" he exclaims, suddenly.
"What!" I say impatiently.
"Freddie was up there pacing in front of his apartment, and was saying something to himself about….you. I was like WHAHAAA? Anyways, I think you should go talk to him or something. I don't know." He said timidly, but very Gibbyish.
"Uhmm.. whatever. See yah, Gibs. Now, BYE." I say pushing him along.
"Okay okay, Gibayy out!" he said stupidly, as I rolled my eyes.
I run into the Bushwell Plaza, only to be yelled at by non other than Lewbert, and his wart.
"NO BREATHING IN MY LOBBY! BUBLASHYSJAHISG! He shreiks.
"NYAHHHHHHHHH!" I fight back, laughing.
I step into the elevator ready for my ride up, and close my eyes. In the elevator I quietly sing the song I had hear in there earlier,
"The brightest sun, has opened up my eyes. Tonight I need, exactly who he is, were going to be,
Perfect."
After I hear the elevator ding, something in me clicks.
I sprint out of the elevator with my eyes closed, and smiling. I was shaken out of my thoughts with an electrical spark going throughout my body as I fell. Gee, I wonder who ran into me?
"Sa-eddie" We say our names at the same time, and my breathing stops as he gives me a serious look, scrunching his eyes together.
"I have something to tell you." We say at the same time.
I lightly slap him grinning, and he does the same to me, except he keeps his hand on my face.
