A/N ciao fellow seddiers! I am sad to say that this will be the last chapter for this story. And the epilogue. Its been a fun ride and i want to thank you all for all the reviews and alerts and hits and such, i am very grateful. I don't own anything because if i did sam and fredddie would've gotten together by now.
Sam's POV
Sam stumbled into her room and attempted to stop the flow of tears. She just managed to shut the door when a sob escaped her tightly shut lips. She slid down the door and hid her face in her arms. She was sobbing harder then she had in a very long time. She was furious and heartbroken at the same time. It was a very painful combination. Her heart felt as if it was splintering into two halves. Both halves were jagged and rough and hurt the inside of her chest. It was painful to breathe. She took hard, gasping breaths and tasted her salty tears as the slid into her mouth.
"Sam."
She looked up sharply as her best friend slid down the door next to her. Sam didn't even notice she was in the room.
"Hey Carls." Sam winced at her voice, rough and squeaky at the same time.
"Hello Samantha." Another voice called from the other side of the room. Sam sighed; this was getting way too humiliating. Elaine was here too.
"What happened?" Carly asked softly.
"Freddie-" Sam cleared her throat and started again, "Freddie... doesn't like me the way I thought he did."
"Oh, Sam." Carly said compassionately. She put her arm around her heartbroken friend and let her cry against her shoulder.
"He – he – he – nub – jackass – never again – kill him!" Was all that Sam could say through her heavy sobs.
Carly made quiet shushing sounds and Elaine rubbed Sam's arm. She put her arm around Sam's other shoulder and hugged her. It was like a wall made of loving arms protecting Sam from sadness.
Sam cried for hours until she had no more tears to shed and her throat felt like it was made of sandpaper. Elaine ran a bath for her and laid out clean pajamas. Carly got ham from God-knows-where and Sam ate it as she soaked in her bubble bath. She finished the meaty treat and flicked the bubbles from her hand. She was so foolish to think that she and Freddie could ever be... Sam shook her head. It was embarrassing to even think. She made herself a bubble beard and scowled as she thought about Freddie's pitying eyes when she had told him how she felt about him. The bubble beard got a matching hat as she thought of creative ways to kill Freddie. Her favourite involved cats, tuna and glue.
She got out of her bubble bath and put on her comfiest, fleeciest pajamas with smiling hams on it. She exited the steaming bathroom to find Carly and Elaine with more ham and plenty of Peppy Cola. Sam crawled into bed and Carly flicked on the TV. Girly Cow was on, Sam's favourite episode. She munched on her ham and watched the TV as Elaine brushed back her short, wet curls and stroked her sad face until she fell asleep.
Freddie's POV
Freddie was massively frustrated, so much that he was close to tears. It wasn't fair. Sam admits that she has feelings for him then runs off. But he had seen the hurt in her eyes. Sometimes he forgot that Sam was just as sensitive as every other teenage girl. Maybe even more so. He ended up wandering down to the beach where Spencer was.
"Hey Spence." Freddie said glumly.
"Hey Freddo!" Spencer shouted. "Check out this wicked awesome crab I made! Out of sand! This kid challenged me to a sand building contest so I, of course, accepted and totally SHUT HIM DOWN!"
Freddie let Spencer yammer on about his sand crab. It was easier than having to try and talk. His tongue felt like it was made of wood. He dropped onto the sand next to Spencer as Spencer went into detail about every part of the crab.
"Hey Freddie you okay?" Spencer asked, finally stopping his artistic monologue.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine."
"You seem sort of... down. Are you sure you're alright? You can talk to me."
"It's Sam." Freddie blurted out. "I really like her and I thought she liked me but we go into this stupid fight..."
"I KNEW IT!" Spencer shrieked. "I knew you guys would get together! But – wait, you said you got in a fight? THEN FIX IT! ARE YOU MAN OR MOUSE?"
Freddie rolled his eyes at Spencer's exuberance.
"I don't know." Freddie said slowly. "I don't think she likes me... and she was really mad..."
"Stop being such a pansy and go in there and apologize to the girl you love and loves you back! Man up!" Spencer barked.
Freddie shook his head. "Maybe in the morning. She's probably asleep by now."
Spencer sighed, "Alright. Are you coming up now?"
"No I think I'll just hang out here for a while."
"Then don't touch my sand crab."
"Fine."
Freddie laid back against the sand and listened as Spencer's footsteps crunched away. The beach was abandoned and Freddie could hear nothing but the crash of the waves and the distant cry of a sea gull. He scowled when he thought of Sam and her sudden change in attitude but felt guilty when he thought of her face before she ran away. He kicked off his shoes and socks and dug his toes into the sand. He kept his eyes on the dark sky above, trying to count the stars. But eventually he fell asleep.
He awoke to someone kicking the side of his foot.
"Ow." He mumbled. He sat up and blearily looked at his attacker.
"Sam!" He cried. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here, nublet?" She snapped back.
"I was talking with Spencer... then I fell asleep." He said sheepishly.
"I couldn't sleep so I decided to take a walk and what do I see sprawled across the beach? A cowardly, lying, cheating nubby loser!"
"Sam-"
"Shut up, Freddloser! I'm going back to bed." She turned to go back to the hotel but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her form leaving.
"Stop it Sam! I want to talk to you!" He said.
"About what?" She said coldly.
"About today by the pool."
That wiped the smirk from her face.
"There's nothing else to say." She said cruelly.
"Sam, I-I... honestly have no idea why you changed your look! I like the way you looked before!" Freddie said quietly.
"Well, I know how you feel about Carly-"
"Felt, Sam, felt. I don't have a crush on Carly! The only person I have a crush on is-" He stopped himself from blurting out the embarrassing truth and blushed.
She pulled her hand from his grasp and looked up at him, "Who?" She asked, confused.
Freddie's stomach fell to the floor and his heart jumped into his throat. Should he tell her or not? He dug his toes into the sand and looked down at his feet. He could see Sam's feet as well. She was barefoot and the hem of her ham pajamas was trailing in the sand. He met her eyes. She was honestly confused. She was fiddling with a stray curl and raised her eyebrow at him. He was glad that she didn't straighten her hair again. He liked it curly, even if it was much shorter.
"What Fredlumps?" She barked.
"Nothing!"
"What were you staring at?"
"Nothing!"
"Then tell me who you like?" She said crossing her arms over her chest.
"Uh, I don't think so." He said backing away.
"Well I do think so, Benson!" She said, stepping towards him.
"No, Sam!"
"Fredpus! Don't make me harm you!" She grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked his face towards hers. He ended up leaning over her, staring into her fierce blue eyes.
He pulled away from her and ran off down the beach. He was running as fast as he could and looked over his shoulder to see Sam sprinting after him with a crazed look in her eyes. He yelped and ran faster.
"YOU'LL NEVER ESCAPE ME, FREDERLY!" She screamed.
Oh, God. She was insane.
She leaped and tackled him. He fell to the ground and she sat on him, straddling his waist.
"TELL ME WHO YOU LIKE BENSON!" She shouted in his face.
"NEVER!" He shouted back, in an effort to show some manliness. She slapped him in the face. He was taken down by a girl who weighs a hundred and ten pounds and is five foot three. He will never be able to live this down.
"TELL ME!" She shrieked.
"YOU!" He finally shouted. She was so shocked that when he tried to get up, she didn't even fight him and just rolled off his waist.
"W-what?" She finally whispered.
"I like you, okay?" He muttered. They were sitting across from each other on a part of the beach that was far away from the hotel. The only light came from the full moon.
"Oh." She murmured. They couldn't even meet each other's eyes.
"Yeah." He finally said.
"You serious Freduccini?" She asked quietly.
He nodded.
"Well, let's get back to the hotel. It's really late." She hurriedly stood up and started walking towards the hotel but Freddie grabbed her arm, yanked her back and kissed her.
He felt her gasp of surprise and almost let her go but she wrapped her skinny arms around his neck and kissed him back. It was a much better kiss then their first kiss. It wasn't as slow and awkward. It was fast and angry and passionate. They made out on the sand for a little while until Freddie suggested heading back to the hotel.
"Oh and by the way, Freddifer, find out if a girl likes you or not before you go macking on them. It's a good thing I do like you." She said sarcastically. But the blush on her cheeks told him what she said was true.
She pushed him. He stumbled and tripped and landed in the ocean. He yanked her down with him. She shrieked with laughter and ran off dripping wet. He ran after her and they took turns throwing the other person into the ocean. They stumbled through the waves and held hands all the way back to the hotel.
A/N the end! Thanks for reading and for the support! Stay tuned for the epilogue!
