A/N: CrushedUnderLove, vainvalentine, TiffanyM, Zaria, FrostyPickleJuice, envythorn... thanks!!! (don't ya feel better now inspiring me to update?) :D :D :D Yay!!!!
She had just explored every patch of skin on Freddie Benson's hands: the dry patches where he overworked the keys on his computer keyboard, the smooth parts where she was sure that his mother kept clean and soft for him… Sam cringed and tossed around on the bed after throwing Freddie's covers to the floor and tried not to take in his scent that was still embedded in his sheets.
Boring, predictable Freddie had just reached a new level of boring, predictability in the way that she knew his hands now just as well as she would know what dumb comeback which was next to come out of his mouth, or what he would have on his computer desktop. She rolled over. Yep. Predictable. A picture of him and Carly.
She scowled and wondered why she wasn't in the picture. Maybe he wanted to be remembered of happier times. And, let's face it, all the times with Sam's constant demeaning wasn't exactly the happiest times for him.
It was the happiest times for her. But she couldn't expect him to feel the same. It wasn't like he was the one using her to feel better about himself.
She told herself she didn't even want to be in the dumb picture anyway but it only made her more restless. Finally Sam put her hand in her own and drifted off to sleep.
Do you know what horrible things Sam will do to Freddie if you don't press that review button?
