A/N:
I love this piece. I actually do. I think it's great. It did not go in the direction I had planned for it to at all, but I ended up really liking the finished product. Funny how that happens sometimes. I'm sad this challenge is almost over (2 songs left), but I'm really enjoying writing it.
Baby Blue Eyes
Freddie's POV My eyes are no good- blind without her,
The way she moves, I never doubt her.
When she talks, she somehow creeps into my dreams.
I sat straight up in my bed, gasping from my dream that had seemed so realistic. Me, at my wedding, Sam walking down the aisle in a beautiful – yet spunky – dress. Her voice whispering the words, I do, replays over and over in my head. I rub the sleep from my eyes and think about the girl who had invaded my dreams.
She's a doll, a catch, a winner
I'm in love and no beginner;
Could ever grasp or understand just what she means.
"Hey, Frederly," Sam greeted me, after I had showered and dressed and made my way across the hall.
"Hey, Sam," I said, as I looked her over, from her blonde hair to her patterned converse, I knew that I wouldn't want her to change in any whatsoever.
"Fredweeb – can you help me with something?" Sam asked, and I nodded curiously, because Sam never (okay rarely), asked for my help.
"Could you cover your face? Your ugly is filling up the room," She laughed, and I shook my head in disbelief, there's the Sam I know, sarcasm plastered all over the place.
Baby, baby blue eyes,
Stay with me by my side;
'Til the mornin', through the night.
It's prom, and I'm standing beside Sam. She's dressed in a short red dress, strapless, and she looks fantastic. She has half her blonde curls pinned up, but the rest are spiraling down her back, almost reaching her butt. She's tapping her foot impatiently, and I remembered smiling, thinking that even if all we do is stand here in silence, this will still be one of the better dances, I've been to.
It was prom though, so it would've been better if I could just get up the courage to ask her, because sooner or later another guy will. Sam might be dangerous, but she's also gorgeous, and with her blue eyes, blonde hair, small frame, and red dress, I know I'm not the only one trying to work up the courage to ask her to dance.
Well baby,
Stand here, holdin' my sides,
Close your baby blue eyes;
Every moment feels right.
Suddenly, I took a deep breath, grabbed Sam's hands and dragged her onto the dance floor, "We are not going to spend the whole prom being wallflowers," I told her, and if had been on cue, the fast music changed into a slow song, and Sam raised an eyebrow - not speaking, but silently asking me if I still wanted to do this. I placed my hands on her waist, and she placed her arms around my neck, aided by the high heeled shoes Carly had forced her into. We began to sway in time with the music and it felt comfortable. Sam and I often achieved closeness in our fights that would make other people feel awkward. I was a little surprised that Sam hadn't refused, verbally or physically, instead she had just seemed to fall into step with me. The line of guys who had been trying to work up the courage to ask Sam to dance all stared at me slack jawed.
And I may feel like a fool,
But I'm the only one, dancin' with you.
Oh...
After prom was of course a different story. I had agreed to be the DD for Carly and Sam, and their dates – well, Carly's date – who happened to be Gibby. So, when Sam stumbled into me, I wasn't surprised. "Heeeeyyyyy, Freddddiiiiiiiieeeeeeee." She drew out my name and her greeting, "Thanks for being my dance partner."
"You're welcome Sammy," a name I can only get away with calling her when she's this drunk, "I had a good time, did you?" and let's face it, thanks from Sam are rare, so I really take them to heart.
"Yes, and I'm having an even better time right now! Where's your drink?" she asked looking at my empty hand.
"Can't drink I'm driving tonight," I informed her.
"Ooooh yeah, you're driving me and Gibby and Carls hooooooome, or to Bushwell, which is pretty close to hoooome." Sam sings both homes, and it cracks me up. "Imma dance with those guys now, no hard feeling Freddie?"
"Go for it," I told her, but I also keep a careful eye on her, I mean, Sam can take care of herself there's no doubt about that, but drunk people do things they normally wouldn't, so when she goes to follow a guy, who I know is going out for a joint, I cut across her, "One more dance?" I asked. I sighed in my head when she agreed, and this time it's her leading me to the dance floor.
I drive her home when she can't stand,
I like to think I'm a better man
For not lettin' her do what she's been, known to do.
After everyone piled into my car, me sober, Sam slipping into the passenger seat, still quite drunk, Carly and Gibby in the back, at that stage where they're beginning to sober up. Carly squealed when she saw me, "I saw you two, dancing at prom and at the party," she smiled knowingly and in the rearview mirror I catch a glimpse of Gibby's smirk.
"Had to dance with someone," Sam grinned, but closed her eyes, reclining the chair back and leaning her head against the headrest, Carly, who was sitting behind her ruffled her hair. The rest of the car ride is filled with small chatter, and when I pull into my underground spot at Bushwell, I go to open the door for Sam, because Gibby had opened Carly's door.
Sam stepped out the car, and tripped over her heels, and I reached out and caught her, "You didn't' need to do that Benson,"
"Right – I'll just let you get a concussion," I remarked.
"Mama's gonna be just fine," Sam informed me, but I noticed she took off the heels, and walked through the Bushwell parking lot, barefoot. As I walk behind everyone, I don't believe Sam, she was nearly falling a moment ago, and now it looks like she could walk a tightrope without falling. I don't believe what I'm seeing, but it makes me love her all the more.
She wears heels and she always falls,
Don't let her think she's a know-it-all.
But whatever she does wrong, it seems so right.
My eyes don't believe her,
But my heart, swears by her.
Carly, Gibby, Sam and I crashed into Carly's apartment, laughing hysterically. "I'm going to miss this!" Carly half-said, half-shouted, "I love you all!"
And we smiled and replied with, "Love you too," The four of us crammed onto the couch, Gibby on one end, me on the other, Carly and Sam squished between us. Sam leaned back against me, so she could get a better look at Carly, "You better not forget me, Carly Shay!" Sam announced, "Even if you are going away to a big fancy school and all," she turned suddenly facing me, "That goes for you too, Mr. Ivy League!"
I squeezed her shoulder, and Carly grabbed her hands, "How could we ever forget you Sam?" Carly asked.
Gibby grinned, "I'll be here," and Sam nodded in acknowledgement. Gibby and Sam had both decided to stay home, Sam because it was more affordable, and she was surprised she had even been admitted to the only college she applied to. Gibby had decided to stay with his mother and help out with Guppy, since single parenting is hard, but he was also accepted into the same college. Eventually, Carly and Gibby moved to the armchair, curled up with each other, and fell asleep. Sam shook her head in disbelief at the odd couple, but stretched her legs over mine, and we stayed up all night, talking about the future.
Baby, baby blue eyes,
Stay with me by my side;
'Til the mornin', through the night. (can't get you out of my mind)
Well baby,
"I'm glad that we danced the night away Freddo," Sam winked at me, and I laughed, trying to muffle the sound so I didn't wake Carly or Gibby.
"I'm glad we did too, I had fun," I winked back at her.
Sam stood suddenly, and pulled me up, "One more dance?" she echoed my words from before, "Before you leave me."
And even though there's not a single note filling the room, Sam placed her hands against my chest, and I wrapped mine around her waist, it seems perfect. There's nothing I'd rather do, then be dancing with Sam, and all hours of the night and early morning, and even in the silence, I think that it doesn't get any better than this.
Stand here, holdin' my sides,
Close your baby blue eyes;
Every moment feels right.
And I may feel like a fool,
But I'm the only one, dancin' with you.
Oh...
My head is filled with thoughts of Sam even after we finish our dance and take our seats on the couch once again, Sam is yawning now, yet strangely I don't feel tired at all, I want to stay awake. I want her to tell me everything, I want to stare into the depths of her gorgeous blue eyes.
Can't get you out of mind.
I swear, I've been there.
I swear, I've done that.
I'll do whatever it takes, to see those
We talked about everything and anything, sharing a private conversation, savouring the time we had left. We teased each other and even fought a little, because that's just our style. At six o clock, Sam and I sneaked out onto the fire escape and watched the sunrise together.
Baby, baby blue eyes,
Stay with me by my side;
'Til the mornin', through the night. (can't get you out of my mind)
Baby, stand here, holdin' my sides,
Close your baby blue eyes;
Every moment feels right.
And I may feel like a fool,
But I'm the only one, dancin' with those
I sat in the lawn chair I had set up years ago, and Sam decided to sit on my lap, "Oof," I muttered half-heartedly. She leaned back into my chest, resting her head on my shoulder, "Freddie, I'm going to miss you," she admitted.
"I'll miss you too, Sam," I whispered into her hair. Her eyes drooped as the sky changed from the beautiful red, pinks, oranges and purples, to its normal blue. I wrapped my arms around her waist again, holding her close to me, never wanting to let her go.
Baby, baby blue eyes,
Stay with me by my side;
'Til the mornin', through the night. (can't get you out of my mind)
Baby, stand here, holdin' my sides,
I'm closin' your baby blue eyes;
Every moment feels right. (every moment feels right)
As I closed my eyes and felt myself drift off to sleep as well, I could have sworn I heard, "I love you, you nub," but I must have been dreaming.
My eyes are no good- blind without her,
The way she moves, I never doubt her.
When she talks, she somehow creeps into my, dreams.
A/N: I'm hoping you all enjoyed that as much as I did. It's a little fluffy. They deserve some fluff. Also, for those of you who are also Harry Potter fans, I completed a 30WordsorLessChallenge, you should check it out , if you want to. R&R!