A/N I'm sorry for not updating so long! But I have a huge writers block and a problem. I find it really hard to keep Sam in character, her head I mean. Can you please give me some feedback about it? Because I really want to know what you think, and maybe get some advice. You can review it, or send me a message, I don't care how you do it, but I would really appreciate it when you do it.

Chapter 10 "Home sweet home"

Sam's POV

"Do you really think that?" I asked Freddie, my eyes still watery.

"I definitely do." Freddie smirked.

"Thank you for saying that, you have no idea how much that means to me," I said. My head let me know that wasn't something I usually say but I didn't care. I wiped all the leftover tears out of my eyes. Freddie smiled at me and I remember my mom was taking me home today.

"I forgot to tell you, my mom is taking me home tonight and I can come to school with you and Carly tomorrow so I don't miss anything!" I said cheerfully.

It scared the meat out of me want Freddie suddenly started to laugh, really loud.

"Well, that's something I never thought to hear you say," he managed to get out before he fell out his chair, laughing on the ground now. That looked so funny I started laughing too. This felt so good. After all the drama today, I really needed this.

"You fell out of a chair." I pointed out to Freddie when he sat back in his chair after a few minutes. We were both still snickering.

"You WANT to go back to school, you of all people," Freddie chuckled.

"Why is it so weird for me to want to go back to school?" I asked curiously.

Freddie grinned widely at me. "Well, for one example, you hate everything that applies thinking, working or takes any other effort."

"That's why those things feel so weird to say," I muttered to myself, but Freddie heard and started laughing again.

"Sam, you're officially and unofficially the funniest person I have ever met," he said smiling.

"Thanks, I think," I said, smiling too.

"Do you want me and Carly to pick you up for school tomorrow? Because I think you can't find it on your own," he said. He muttered the last part while looking at his shoes.

"Why can't I find.." I started to say. "Oh yeah, the memory loss." I answered my own question, tapping my head.

"I'm sorry," Freddie said understandingly.

But I ignored it. "That would be great, you guys picking me up, I mean."

"Well, then we'll be there at 8," I was really looking forward to going, even if everyone told me I hated school, and even if I couldn't remember anyone or anything. Even if I was depending on others, (which I hated, I could tell you that,) because I was in a wheelchair. [A/N Broken leg, remember] I couldn't wait to go, to try to remember something. We didn't speak, we just watched TV until it was time. I was looking over the day, remembering everything that happened. I know Freddie would never bring us kissing up again. But I needed to know one more thing, before I could let it rest, and we could forget.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked, my voice sounded weird after such a long silence.

"What?" Freddie asked a bit confused.

"The kiss." I explained. "Did you enjoy us kissing?" his eyes shot nervous at me, watching my expression when I asked this.

He started muttering words. "Well, err, hmm, why do you ask?" he asked quickly, sending back the attention to me.

"Well I can't remember it, and I want to know if I was any good," I said, smirking.

"Oh, I get it. Well, then, yeah I think, I enjoyed kissing you," he said, his eyes still looked nervous but around his lips played a small smile.

"Really?" I asked. I felt happy inside when he said this, but the "bad" half of me was already starting to put it away.

"Really," Freddie said, calming down now.

"Okay, I'm ready to never speak of it again, because that really feels like something we should do," I said, grinning.

"Good idea," Freddie said, grinning too.

We turned our attention back to the TV, and there was the silence again.

"Samantha, you know as good as I do you don't want to forget it," the small voice in my head said.

"Oh shut it blondy," the tougher voice said. "All she wants is to forget."

"Can you guys ever shut up?" my own voice screamed at the bickering pair in my head. The voices murmured and returned into the background of my head, still arguing but I ignored it. I was going crazy. When I heard a loud bang outside I realized it was 1 PM already, and that meant visiting hour was over. I knew that sooner or later (I hope later) a nurse will come and sent Freddie away. I shifted uncomfortably, Freddie noticed it was 1 PM too.

"I have to go," he pointed out the obvious.

"I know," I said sadly. "But I will see you tomorrow." I said, that cheered me up a little.

"Yes, we'll be at your house at 8 o'clock sharp," he said smiling, I watched him very closely. The last 2 times he left he kissed my head, which made me go crazy. A piece of me, along with the soft voice was hoping he would do it again today. But there was another, bigger piece in my head that wanted to beat the living cheese out of him for even touch me with his lips. Luckily the nicer piece was big enough to stop me from doing that. When Freddie stepped closer to me, I realized the small piece, along with my own feelings, were the lucky ones today. He bowed down and his lips met my hair. I inhaled his sweet scent again, he smelled fruity, like oranges. It smelled so good, and I felt blood rush up to my cheeks.

"Get yourself together Puckett." I heard someone in my head say.

"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!" I replied in my head, it was ruining my moment.

In my head I was slowing down everything, because Freddie kissed my head only for about 5 seconds. When he backed away I saw he was blushing too. I smiled.

"See you tomorrow," I said.

"See you tomorrow, sweet dreams tonight," when he said this, I melted inside. My head was, once again, killing me for this, but I couldn't help it. Freddie smiled at me when my head turned redder than it already was. I tried to control it, but I wasn't doing a good job. I decided to smile back, it was a guilty smile.

"Bye," he said, and he left the room.

I laid down on my bed, "What a day," I muttered to myself.