Author's Note: You people crack me up with your funny reviews! Awesome. Thank you very VERY much.
Here's another chapter… and… I'm sorry that I'm so evil. As I said before, I looove suspense. Hee hee hee! But you do have to read this one, as it's important to the story.
'INFAMOUS'
Chapter 6: Kind of Weird
FREDDIE'S POV:
Tell me why I asked Sam to dinner again.
I've kind of gone a little foggy on the details. I know someone who is a heck of a lot more excited than I am about this date. Eric... what's his last name?
No! It's not a date! Just a catch up between good friends. Argh! This is so confusing.
"Would you relax?" Eric comments, for the fifth time.
Easy for him to say that. He doesn't have to take his ex-girlfriend out to a "casual" dinner.
"Relax? How can I possibly relax? I can't relax." I replied, wringing my hands together, nervously.
This was even worse than Sam and my very first date. Ha! You could say I was a teensy bit anxious right now.
"It's Sam. You know this girl. You've known her for… a long time." The other guy said, calmly. Why does he have to be so darn CALM?
"Yeah. That's exactly the point. I know her expectations. " I replied, hastily.
Eric looks at me, strangely, and I shake my head and groan into my two hands.
"What point? And what expectations?" He asked, quickly.
"I've known Sam for ten years. I've been in love with her for… well… several of those years. But that's what makes the whole situation complicated. Also… she used to hold very high expectations of things."
"Love is complicated," said Eric, nodding his head and had a faraway look in his eye. What was he? Some kind of 'love' guru? Then he proceeded to speak. "But tonight is going to be epic. I can just see it now…"
As the guy with the red spiky hair blabbed on and on about 'romantic candle-lit dinners' and 'walks through the moonlight' and… God knows what else. I wasn't paying attention. I thought about Sam, and how she unexpectedly kissed me. On the cheek, but it was still for all intents and purposes… a kiss.
Afterwards, we both were probably as shocked as each other.
What would happen tonight? I dreaded to think about it. Yet, I had to know what was coming. There was no way of telling though.
One day, I'm going to build a time machine, so whenever circumstances similar to this one come up again, I can move straight to the future, and see what's coming. Yeah, a time machine…
"…you know?" Eric finally stops speaking and looks at me expectantly.
"Sure," I replied, shrugging. Hold on a sec.
If Sam kissed me... and she has a boyfriend... Man, I am over thinking this wayy too much. I do need to calm down.
"So, you'll do it! Great!"
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Do what?"
"A double date. You and Sam, Me and Angie…"
"Isn't her name, Angela?"
"Whatever! You in?"
"Eric, I can't date Sam. She has a boyfriend. Didn't I already-"
"Excellent! See you tomorrow dude."
"Wait, I didn't say-"
"Oh, and bring that important paperwork, will ya? So we can sign you in at the film school. Later bro."
With that, he left my apartment and I was left alone. To think about what I had just said. And I have to say I'm ninety nine point nine percent sure that I rejected the whole "double date" thing, even though Eric acted like I had in fact said 'yes' instead.
Okay. Okay. Be cool Freddie.
It's not like he was being serious. Besides, Angela seemed to not really be into Eric, or at least as much as he was into her. Maybe it was a unrequited crush. Ooh. Those really burn a hole through your heart.
I should know. I mean, my crush on Carly was totally unrequited. She never felt the way I did toward her.
As I got older though, those feelings faded, I found out Sam was in love with me, and the tables turned. I kept her in the dark for a whole month after she revealed her feelings. Mainly so I could sort out my feelings toward her.
Eventually, I plucked up the courage to ask Sam out. We ended up going on one date, which turned into another date… which finally turned into us becoming a couple. A fighting couple, but a couple nonetheless.
The one thing that I found interesting, is that before our break-up, we never had that "fight" that most exes have before they become exes. You know what I mean. they yell and scream until they're blue in the face. This didn't happen between Sam and I. you could almost say, that we didn't exactly 'break-up' at all.
Mutual and break-up don't really belong next to each other, or in the same sentence, for that matter.
But that's what it was. We both decided, it would be best to just not date anymore. Sure I was heart-broken to let her go, and I'm pretty sure she felt the same way too. But Sam had never really been a girl to 'show' what she was feeling inside. You had to pry it out of her with a wrench, or try to guess.
I glanced at the clock, and saw that it was eight o'clock. Chiz! I had to leave, or I'd be late! I took out the paper coaster that had her address and phone number on it, complete with a little smiley face. I smiled when I looked at it, reminding me of the good old days. When everything wasn't as complicated as it now was.
What was I worried about though? This wasn't a date. It was a dinner. A casual dinner with one beautiful, stunning, amazing girl, who just would not disappear out of my mind. No, not a date at all.
This wouldn't be difficult. No way. And I really have to lay off the sarcasm.
