Come on, come on, turn a little faster, come on, come on, the world will follow after, come on, come on, cause everybody's after love.
i'm accidentally in love.
This, you had to admit, was maybe always how you had imagined things would turn out at the back of your mind.
You're Sam Puckett, and he's Freddie Benson.
She's Carly Shay.
When it comes down to it, when you look at you and Freddie, you don't look right together. In fact, you couldn't be more wrong.
You've run out of alcohol again.
You drank too much too fast to solve a problem that will never really ever be solved, but you don't even feel drunk. You just feel ill and stupid. You feel pathetic, which you are. There's a pounding in your skull which you know you'll have to live with for the next few hours, but it's your own fault so you can hardly complain.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Groaning, you can't even shout, 'It's open!' like you normally do because the killer hangover you've got just might be the death of you.
Getting up, you steady yourself a bit, and grip onto the door handle. It's probably your Mom back from where ever place she's gone with which ever guy this time.
It's not.
It's Freddie Benson and Carly Shay.
Oh God, what are they doing here? She's an absolute mess right now and she thought she'd walked out of their lives to save them the trouble.
Freddie looks like he hasn't slept in nights, but Carly on the other hand, just looks bitter. Perfect, but bitter.
He has his hands wringed together, and he looks scared. He never used to look that scared before.
You realise in that second just how much times really have changed. He was never really scared enough to look frightened when he talked to you, but now, it's a different kind of fear. It's fear that you're going to have some sort of break down.
He's not scared for him, but scared for you.
You blink, trying to clear your blurry vision, and you don't say anything because you know you'll slur and won't be taken in the least bit serious.
Carly stands there, looking a little angry that nothing's being said or done, and she keeps glancing up at Freddie.
Freddie just stares at you, looking like he's about to cry.
Carly finally breaks the silence. 'Look, Freddie. You're the one who wanted to come here so just get on with it.' Her tone is spiteful and you don't like this new Carly, she's changed as much as you have.
He chokes a little, but clears his throat. You look at him expectantly and he suddenly voices his reason for showing up.
'Sam, I'm so worried about you.' He says, and you nearly cry.
Even though you've left him now, you're still hurting him? He has Carly, the perfect dream girl he's always wanted, why can't he just move on? And why do you feel so bad... Yet happy? God, you still love him. More than anything in the world and you feel like that break down they're no doubt expecting is going to happen when you see Carly suddenly throw her arm around his waist.
He looks awkward, but doesn't remove her arm. He knows that you're looking at her arm around his waist, but he doesn't want to upset Carly so he leaves it there.
You stay silent because if you open your mouth, you'll scream. You'll scream and you'll cry and you'll blurt out your feelings for him, which will be completely selfish and will only complicate things more.
Carly sighs, then snaps. 'Jesus Freddie, she's obviously too pissed to even talk. I doubt she even understands what we're saying. Let's just go, I don't know why you're so worried about her, she's so not worth our time.' She turns to leave but Freddie stands his ground.
He's looking at you with those sad eyes and they're filled with tears.
'Carly, you need to leave.' He whispers, and she freezes.
'What did you say?' She asks quietly, rage lacing her words.
'You need to go, because Sam just needs me right now. If you don't care enough to be here, just please wait outside.' He explains, and she gasps.
'F... Fine Freddie. I'll wait in the car but... If you're not out in half an hour I'm leaving.' She snaps, and waltzes off.
Freddie rolls his eyes, and you resist the urge to laugh. Oh sweet Jesus, the tables have turned.
He turns around to face you, and gently pushes his way inside and closes the door behind him.
'Sam.' He whispers, looking at all the bottles that lie strewn across the floor, and then back to you. 'You always were a hot mess.' He chuckles sadly.
You can't do this anymore. You miss him so much, you know you're not good enough for him, and you're bringing him down but you honestly don't know how much longer you can go on without him and- 'Freddie!' You choke and then you start to sob.
He immedietly wraps you in his bear hug, kissing your head and whispering soothing things in your ear. He picks you up with ease, and carries you to the sofa. His lips never leave your cheek, kissing you softly and still whispering reassuring things.
He sits down with you on his lap and strokes your hair, and you manage to blurt out, 'Freddie, I love you. I miss you like crazy but I know I'm no good for you. I can't hurt you anymore with my selfish drinking and cutting and...' You can't carry on because the sobs are rising in your throat again.
He shushes you sweetly, and cups your face in his hands.
'Sam, I am in love with you. I love you so much I can't even... Everyday I think about you. I don't care if you're no good for me, with out you I feel the will to live just slipping away. Carly's nothing compared to you. Everything she does nowadays manages to annoy me and God when ever she kisses or touches me I wish she was you. We have to be together Sam, do you hear me? We have to.'
He kisses you roughly, all the emotion between you pouring into it. You run your fingers through his hair and use it to pull him closer to you. Your tears mix with his and you wish this could never end, but you pull away and say, 'We can't. You're Carly's now...'
He breathes heavily, and his forehead rests against yours. He looks into your eyes and whispers, 'Sam, I was never Carly's.'
You feel more tears slipping down your cheeks, but you pull him into another kiss, and he gladly returns it, with as much passion and abrasiveness as you.
Stradling him, you pull his top over his head, and he carries you to your room, his lips attatched to yours all the way.
When you both fall down on the bed, he rolls you over so you're underneath, and kisses your neck. You moan, and pull his face back up to yours.
'You sure you wanna-'
'We've done it before.' You whisper. 'Are you sure? Carly's waiting outside-'
'She's probably driven home by now. Although, I don't really give a damn about her anymore, she's been such a bitch lately-'
'And I haven't?' You laugh sadly.
'But you're Sam. And I am so in love with you.' He whispers, and you pull him in for another kiss before he pulls the blankets over you.
Phwoar. Saucy.
AWESOME SAUCE AS JERRY TRAINER WOULD SAY.
I hope you enjoyed kiddly winks.
