A/N: Hope you liked chapter 8! Please review. Now, this chapter is short, it's Leslie's idea to use Freddie. I hope you like it! It's written from Leslie's point of view. (This is probably the only chapter in 1st person)
Chapter 9:
Leslie's Idea
The car ride to the hotel was quiet. Not that I minded. I was too busy thinking about meeting Carly, Sam, and Freddie.
That Carly seemed nice enough, and Freddie was perfect for the plan I had in mind. But Sam…
Sam was way too clueless. She made me ill, the way she and Jess fawned over one another today. I mean really, how pathetic is she? And I'm pretty mad at Jess too, even though he didn't really do anything wrong by flirting (if you could call it that) with Sam.
I had an idea. It was perfect! I could use that Freddie boy to make Jess jealous. Those silly boys would never know what hit them.
Usually, I'm not like this at all. Usually, I'm very patient with Jess and other people in general. But this is not usual. I'm serious. I mean, is it usual to go with your best friend to Seattle because your father just HAPPENS to be a famous author, and while you're waiting for him you just HAPPEN to meet the stars of a web-show you like?
Exactly. Totally UNUSUAL!
I really like Jess. Well, DUR, he's my best friend, but I mean "LIKE" like. Even love possibly…
So why am I doing this? Because I THOUGHT he liked me. I THOUGHT this would be the perfect place to tell him. I THOUGHT everything would be great. I THOUGHT…
Wait, Leslie. What did you think? That Jess was in love with you? Well, yes. That you could trust him with this? That you trusted yourself? Yes and another yes. That you would never meet Carly Shay and her friends from iCarly, and you would never have to worry that Jess liked Sam and she liked him?
Yeah.
But I'm stuck in this. Sam likes Jess, and I already led Freddie on. I have to save him…save myself…from a broken heart…
I fell in love with Jess when he gave me P.T. It was just, so sweet of him, you know? I mean, I told him that I wanted a dog in minor conversation when we first met, and yet, he still remembered. Why do you think I hugged him? Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to think much of it. Drat. Of course, there are many other reasons why I "LIKE" like, (possibly love) him. But I needed to show him, I needed to show him…
Show him what?
Just how much he needed me. How wonderful I could be to him if he let me. How much I could love him. How much I did love him. That I wasn't just some tomboyish neighbor/playmate/like-a-sister-girl/friend. That I was capable of being more to him. That I WAS female. (despite what Wanda Moore said.) That I could be better than that Sam girl. That I could be his world, like he was mine.
I could be everything for him that he was for me. I could, and I would. After all, I am Leslie, Queen of Terabithia. Queens didn't back down without a fight, and I was no exception. I wasn't usually demanding of having my own way. But this, this was different.
I was going to get what I wanted.
I was.
He would see me as more than a friend by the time Spring Break was over.
My plan was hatched.
A/N: Not one of my better chapters. Sorry! Review anyway, okay? Thank you! :)
Luv,
Hannah (yes, my name is Hannah. Hannah Montana! LOL, JK. I will be writing a Hannah fic after this one, if I don't write a sequel/other mashup. –smiles-)