Hello my awesome readers! Here's Chapter 9! Please enjoy reading and reviewing makes my day, so please review!
Sam POV (continued)
"I'm in charge, okay? You're going to do exactly as I say since you were the one stupid enough to run into a storm in the first place! Go change, sweats and long sleeved t shirt. I'm going to run over to my house to get some clothes. I'll be down here when you finish." His fury is evident but he's held back by concern. I nod, my teeth still chattering. His expression softens suddenly, and he pulls me into a tight hug.
"Don't you EVER do that again." He whispers fiercely into my ear, breaking away quickly and pointing at the stairs. I numbly climb the stairs, trying to warm myself by rubbing my hands together. Opening Carly's door, I head over to her dresser and open the pants drawer. I find a pair of gray sweats that fit reasonably well and open another drawer of shirts. I quickly pick a black one, long sleeved as Freddie had demanded. Another shiver runs through me and I grab a towel from Carly's bathroom. I peel off my wet clothing, my shivering increasing. I towel myself dry in seconds, wanting to sink into sleep as soon as possible. My head hurts and my movements are jerky, so it takes me awhile to finally put the clothes on. Just as I'm pulling the shirt over my head, I hear a light knock on Carly's door. I readjust the sweats and listen as Freddie speaks.
"Sam, you okay?" He asks, his voice muffled through the door. I run my hands through my wet hair, before pulling the door open. Freddie looks at me briefly, making sure I put on suitable clothing. He's in black sweats and a tight-fitting gray t shirt. His soaked hair looks like it's been towel dried, but it's still damp. Normally, I would be drooling over how hot he looks right now, but the only thing I can focus on is how cold and sleepy I am. I try to answer him, but my teeth give a particularly violent chatter and I quickly give up. He looks me up and down, searching for the answer himself.
"Come on." He says, barely concealed fury masked by worry. He grabs my hand and jerks me forward. I crash against his chest and almost gasp at the warmth that shoots through me from his touch. He wraps both of his arms around me and rubs my arms frantically, trying to give warmth as we walk down the stairs. It feels perfect, despite the cold, and I look up at him in confusion. He senses my eyes and looks down to catch my expression.
"I'm sharing body heat." His answer is clipped, trying to avoid getting to upset with me right now. My heart sinks and my violent shivering becomes worse. The fog grows thicker, the need for sleep growing stronger by the second. He pauses on the stairs, leaning over to bump up the heat on the thermostat. When it doesn't work, he cusses loudly. I look at him in surprise, unconsciously leaning away. Freddie Benson doesn't cuss. I had been surprised to hear him say 'hell' earlier, but that was nothing on the curses he was using now.
"The power's out." He explains, noticing my reaction. My teeth chatter audibly, and my brain is processing slowly. "I talked to Spencer on my cell a minute ago. He said that they closed all the roads because of the flooding." I look up at him, questioning. He sighs, running his hand through his hair. "Spencer and Carly are trapped at the school until the rain clears up and my mom is stuck at work." My eyes widen, but he doesn't notice, already pulling me towards the couch. He motions for me to lie down and I listen to him, curling up on the couch. I close my eyes and fold my arms across my chest in an effort trap escaping body heat. I immediately began to drift along, going to someplace where it's warm and I'm not in love with someone who will never love me back. I jump, my eyes snapping open, when something fuzzy lands on top of me. Freddie's face is still set in a tight grimace, but he spreads the blanket over me carefully. I close my eyes again, immediately back on the brink of sleep. I curl up under the blanket, warmer than before, but still freezing.
"No, no, no!" I hear Freddie say loudly, slapping my cheek lightly. I open my eyes irritably, shoving him away. I close my eyes again, trying to ignore the violent shivers. A warm hand that feels like fire grabs my chin, jerking my face up roughly.
"I'm in charge, Sam! You can't go to sleep!" Freddie yells loudly, right in my face. My teeth chatter too much for me to form an adequate response so I glare at him, clearly disagreeing. His grip on my chin tightens.
"Look Sam, I'm trying to keep you alive! Can't you trust me just this once?" his voice breaks on the last word and I blink, a little bit of the fog leaving my brain. I look at him, still confused, but nodding agreement. Freddie lets go of my chin, his expression one of almost panic. I listen to his running footsteps and the whistle of doors opening. He's suddenly there, bending over me. His arms make me shudder with their warmth as one locks under my knees and the other supports my back. It's the same way Freddie carried me earlier; bridal style. He lifts me gently and my head lolls against his chest. I automatically move towards his body heat, shifting to press against his chest. My eyes half open, I watch as Freddie walks sideways to fit me thorough Carly's doorway and his doorway. He carefully carries me through his familiar living room, down a narrow hallway and through the doorway to his bedroom. He tries to put me down, but I grip his shirt stubbornly. He's very warm and it feels nice to be carried by him. He gently detaches my hands, laying me down on his bed softly. I watch as he hurries to his closet, coming out a few seconds later with thick socks and a beanie. He looks at me, obviously wondering if I can put them on myself. Another violent shiver rips through me and he shakes his head, pulling my bare feet towards him. He quickly puts on the socks, moving to the side of the bed to put the beanie on. I watch him with exhausted eyes, wanting to sleep but remembering that I had promised not to. Freddie hurries away again and I wrap my arms around myself, my teeth still chattering with the cold. Running footsteps and he's back, a dozen blankets under his arm. He quickly takes the first one and tucks me in on one side, leaving the other side open. He repeats the process for each blanket, the panicked hurry never leaving his eyes or his movements. When he's finally done, he looks at me, conflicted. I stare back, not sure what expression is on my face. Another shiver racks my body and I close my eyes for a second to deal with it. Slowly opening my eyes again, I dully take in Freddie's determined expression.
"Sam, we're going to have to share body heat. I'm going to hug you, okay? Then you can go to sleep." He tells me, trying to keep a semblance of calm. I remember how warm he is and the thought of sleep is very appealing. The fog makes me light headed, but I nod to show that I understand. Freddie climbs beneath all of the blankets and scoots over to me. He reaches around my waist and pulls himself closer to me, his hands resting on my lower back. I bury my face in his warm chest, my arms loosening on my stomach. My last thought is of how much I wish to never move from this position, even if it means putting life on hold indefinably.
Freddie POV 6:00PM Day 4
Sam sleeps, shivers still racking her body, but her teeth have stopped chattering. I hug her to me, trying to keep my thoughts strictly platonic. I can't resist the thought that this feels perfect and I want this to be real. Not a hypothermic Sam that obviously doesn't know what's going on or else she wouldn't let it happen. I think about why she's hypothermic in the first place. How could she be so stupid, so reckless? I've never been angrier with a person in my life and it certainly hasn't died down one bit, only hidden by my intense worry. She shifts a little in her sleep, pressing her arms to my chest. My breath catches and I shake my head, trying to think of anything else but the hypothermic girl who I happened to be in love with that was pressed against my chest. I fail miserably, pulling Sam closer when another shiver runs through her. It's going to be a very long night.
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My favorite part? Hmm...probably Freddie hugging Sam at the beginning. What was your favorite part? Did you not have a favorite part because it was so awful?
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