A/N: I wanted to update this sooner than I have but my laptop got a bunch of viruses...again... but luckily all my files were saved from being destryed this time! YAY!
Oh, in a review a reader asked me if I was thinking of doing an epilogue or even a sequal. This made me ponder (love that word!) as I ahvn't given that any thought at all! And whilst I was thinking about that little fact the perfect idea for a sequal came upon me! I won't say anything too revealing yet, as I'm still figuring out the plot and such. Nothing is set in stone but I'm excited to see where this idea takes me.
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Sorry long AN but one more thing. This isn't so much as a developement chapter but a filler, I still hope you enjoy reading it!
25. i'M speechless
Freddie's P.O.V
I don't know where she's going with this but now more than ever I wish she could be mine.
"And I mean I think that I see things differently now, like way differently. Like emerging from fog and seeing where you really are for the first time." She says, biting on her lower lip. Her lips are such a suculant pink as she taunts me with her dazzling white teeth that sink into her god-like flesh.
"I'm scared of where I am right now, it's so new to me and It's hard for me to admit my feelings to myself let alone someone else." She continues. What feelings could she be talking about? I know that as her words surround me I feel impulsive and crave to hold her and taste her sweetness on my lips.
"I mean, I know everyone must feel this way, and I'll never know what might happen if I don't try but... I'm scared" She's scared? What could she possibly be scared of? She's not the one who's about to put everything on the line just to absorb heaven for one life-threateningly short moment.
"I'm scared, Sam." I whisper, staring deeply into the flowing cerulean blue waves of eyes.
I take the risk. My eyes shut quickly and I slowly lean in. Her lips are as warm and soft as I had imagined, and so much more amazing. It's like shes the power cord that ignites my life. She clutches my shoulders and I pull her closer, as if we needed to be touching on the largest possible surface. Warming me inside and out, I can feel her smile within our kiss. I can feel myself glowing; How could I have ever called her a demon when I feel like I'm kissing an angel? Instinctively, my mouth parts open slightly: As soon as I taste the sugary rush that escapes from her mouth I know that all the fights, all the taunts, and all the pranks have been worth it, just to feel her in my arms. Her lips move perfectly with mine, like this was a routine we had practiced for countless times and nothing is better than the rush you get on opening night! I don't care if I ever sleep again because no dream could ever be as sweet as this moment, not even close. Like every dream, the kiss ends; Leaving both of us breathless and confused... Speechless
I lean back on the steps, failing to keep my eyes off Sam. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she sucks in air slowly, letting her eyes wonder from her lap back up to me. Millions of words fly through my mind, thousands of possible sentences I could use to express my feelings, yet zero syllables make it to my lips. My mouth opens but without any sound, I suck in some air and close it quickly. Why can't I speak? C'mon Freddie MAN-UP!
"Uhh" Sam breaks the silence, holding my eyes with her own precious sapphire jewels. She swivels her body so it faces me fully.
"So..." Is all I manage to say. She exhales and clenches her fists.
"I'm... I still feel really, really scared." Sam admits. I understand completely, I just kissed the girl I'm undeniably hung up on and this leaves me wondering, what now?
"Yeah. Same." I clear my throat.
"What now?" We say simultaneously. We look at each other stunned for a moment, then break into soft laughter, still feeling the tense atmosphere of the situation.
"Well I guess..." Sam begins before her phone beeps and interrupts her. "Oh, got a test from Carly" She scans the text and quickly begins to reply, occasionally looking up at me.
"What'd she say?" I ask nervously, as if Carly could possibly know what had just happened.
"She's just worried." My eyes widen, Sam catches this and elaborates. "...because I'm supposed to be staying at hers and I left sorta...abruptly." I relax, the fear that Carly could be hidden behind a tree or in a car spying leaving my mind. Sam returns her phone to her pocket and stands.
"Umm, so...?" I stand and show my palms, clearly confused.
"I'm gonna go back now..." Sam says this like she's admitting to eating the last slice of Galini's pie. "I told Carly I'm on my way." My stomach tightens, I feel... blown off.
"Oh...well, do ya want me to walk you back." I offer. "'Cause I should head home now too. Not hang out of the school alone at night" I chuckle, masking the gut wrenching pain induced by the fact I'll be sleeping all alone tonight. I never told her, but the reason I suspected Sam couldn't get a good nights rest without me is because I can't sleep without her.
"I don't need escorting" Sam says indifferently.
"But do you want it?" I test stepping closer to her. She scowls and pushes past me, descending down the steps. When she reaches the bottom she turns and faces me once more, hands in pockets and shoulders shrugged.
"Well... Are you walking me or not?" A grin breaks out on my face and I join her in a matter of seconds. I decide against cracking a joke about her wanting me to walk her home because honestly, I'm both shocked and ecstatic.
Thinking of ways to spark a conversation about feelings, a subject Sam treats as a taboo, I discovered I didn't have too - She had started it herself.
"Do you hate me?" She asks suddenly, eyes glued to the sidewalk and lip bitten down on.
"What?" Is my initial reaction. I literally cannot understand how she can believe I feel hate towards her when I, minutes ago, kissed her! "No! Why...do you hate me?" I return the query now feeling self conscious.
"No. I don't hate you" Her eyes remain downcast. "What do you, um, feel for me then?" She asks.
How do I answer, do I just say it straight out? Let it out in the open that I'm in love with the blonde best frenemy I live with? Or should I take the safe route, the 'you're a good friend of mine' and remain forever stuck in the friend zone. After a minute delay of answerless silence, Sam finally brings her eyes to me. Her lips must be close to bleeding she's been biting them so much.
"I uh I really... you are. Wow umm..." I'm stuttering like an idiot, finding it hard to tell her that I love her so much I wish I could elope with her to Mexico right now! I'm saved from my bumbling monstrosity as Sam's phone begins ringing.
"Hello, Yeah I'm outside...I'm a few meters away from the door...No, no Carly I'm fine... I'm not alone!...who?" She looks up at me as we pause outside Bushwell plaza "I'm with Freddie...No, coincidence, It was by coincidence...I swear on my fatcake stash...yes, yeah THAT serious...I'll be in in a sec, yeah...okay, okay...WAIT, make me a sandwich?" Sam pulls her cell from her ear and looks at it, obviously Carly had cut the call after Sam's request for food.
"Carly's been freaking out so I better get inside." Sam explains. I open the door for her and she slides in past me. We get in the elevator and press the buttons for both floors. The ride up is silent and I find myself mentally kicking myself for not expressing my true feelings when I had a sure chance. The doors open for Carly's floor and sam looks at me before she makes a move. I redeem myself a little and pull her into a hug.
"We need to talk tomorrow. No excuses" I whisper into her golden locks. I let her go and she looks back at me as she reaches Carly's front door. I spot a sy smile and smirk back. Everything feels OK.
Carly's P.O.V
"Sam!" I yell as she enters the apartment, small smile featured on her obviously bitten lips. "What. Happened!" I say seriously as I grab her arms. She offers me a toothy smile and enters the kitchen.
"You make me a samich?" She asks, purposely pronouncing it wrong.
"I'm in the middle of making it. Now, what happened?" Sam wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh my god! This is Pyjama and marshmallow talk isn't it" She nods and her grin grows. "Oh my god!" I make her Sandwich as Fast as I can. "Go get changed!" I instruct her, knowing that if it means PJs and marshmallows then there are some serious deets to be spilled!
The last time we had a PJMT (Pyjama marshmallow talk - It's a mouthful) was when I met the love of my life (turned out it only lasted four weeks) Jordan; Jorden has blue eyes and dark curly hair that made his eyes look that much more brighter, ahhh he was a good one... Shame the fire burnt out, the spark just disappeared after the first three weeks and I was left wanting a change.
The sandwich is complete and I bring it up to Sam in my bedroom. I'm not sure if Sam has finished changing yet but it would be awkward knocking on my own door and we've changed in the same room many times before so I slowly enter the bedroom, calling out my presence.
"Sam, I brought you that sandwich." Sam's spread out on my loveseat in her pink, smiley face printed tank top and short shorts pj set. She swings out her arm and moves her fingers in a 'Bring it to me' kind of motion. I hand her the ham, lettuce and tomato sandwich and sit next to her.
"Ahh you make momma proud." She praises, taking the first huge mouthful. Sam looks around and swallows, eyebrows knitted together. "Where're the marshmallows?" She questions, pointing her food at me as she does.
"OH. We don't have any" I snap my fingers. "SPENCER" I call to my older brother and within a few minutes, he appears at my door.
"You called?" He asks, TV remote in hand.
"Can you go to the store and get us a couple bags of marshmallows." I instruct rather than ask.
"Why?" He shoots back.
"We want some" Sam inputs.
"But I'm watching full house"
"Please" I pout and flutter my eyelashes. His mouth stretches out and I know he just can't resist it, he looks at the wall behind me and speaks mechanically.
"No. It's a new episode. I want to watch it."
"Oh will you just get some!" Sam stands up now, leaving her empty plate on the seat.
"Please, Spencer" I reinforce my pleads.
"why is it, every time you girls hide away up here, you need marshmallows"
"Because, it's a tradition" I reply.
"Well okay then" Spencer caves in at the most random point of the conversation and leaves to purchase our snacks.
"So, what happened?" I ask Sam as she returns to her seat.
"Carly Shay!" She responds, shocked.
"What?" I look around frantically, trying to pin-point the reason for Sam's reaction. "Is my shirt too childish?" I ask, looking down at the aqua blue, unicorn printed Pj set I put on before Sam came home from her walk.
"Yes, but you should know better than to assume I'm shocked over pyjamas" Sam folds her arms and raises her eyebrows. I press my lips together firmly, what could she possibly be referring to? Shaking my head, I show sam I have no idea.
Carly..." she sighs "I can't spill anything till we have the marshmallows!" Nearing the end of her explanation she slows her words and pronounces each one as it were a sentence alone.
"Oh, I know, I'm just anxious to find out, I mean, you were freaked out about loving Freddie when you left and now you can't keep that smile off your lips!" As I say this Sam stretches her mouth downwards, trying (and failing) to wipe her smile off.
"I'm not smiling" she lies, turning away from me and taking the plate. "I'll be right back, taking this plate down to the kitchen"
"Wait, you're being...helpful?" I ask, now the shocked one of our duo.
"Well yeah, but I gotta pee too, so it's on the way" she shrugs, leaving the room.
A few seconds after she leaves, I hear a buzzing coming from my make-up area. Not intending on actually reading the text, I grab Sam's phone to see it's a message from Freddie. This is just to irresistible! How can I not read it, all this waiting is eating away at me! My thumb hovers over the screen, in just one tiny significant movement I could possibly be finding out all I desire to know. No. I can't. I quickly replace the phone to its previous resting place, like a child trying to cover up the fact they stole their siblings most prized possession and someway or another it mysteriously ended up in two pieces where they first found it. Trying to avoid temptation, I walk as far away from it as I can.
"Spencer hurry up!" I mutter, sitting cross-legged on my bed. Soon enough I hear Sam's light but firm footsteps echo as she nears my room.
"I got you a drink" She chucks me a juice box and smiles judgingly.
"A juice box? Sam, I'm not five!" I protest, looking at the colorful drink in my hand.
"Oh. Sorry, my mistake" The smirk widens "I just thought you'd be cool with it, seeing as you purchased it in the first place and have a bunch of them stored in your refrigerator" And the room practically explodes with her smugness.
"Spencer got them and...and, they have a straw, you know It's convenient!" I turn defensively and pierce my juice box with the translucent pink straw. The delicious pineapple juice soothes me and I turn to face Sam again.
Her brows are raised and her smile now tells me she is more amused than judgemental, as she begins drinking her lemonade. I finish the small beverage with a satisfied 'Ahhh'.
"Your phones been buzzing" I notify her, pointing in the general direction of her cell; A twinge of guilt of what almost was shoved into the corner as Sam reaches to read Freddie's text.
Her lips fold inwards as she tries to keep the smile Freddie's text caused hidden. Her cheeks show the tiniest hint of a blush as hues of pink sweep across her sun-kissed skin.
"What'd he say?" I ask nudging her arm as she sits next to me.
"Huh" She mumbles, re-reading the text.
"what did Freddie say?" I chuckle. She looks up, eyebrows lowered.
"Um, how did you know it was Fredward texting me?" She asks, even though she's blushing at a text from the guy she loves she still doesn't miss a beat.
"Sam... You've been my best friend for over a decade. When you get a text that makes you smile and blush like that" I point at her face, still not following her instructions to stop with the smiling and blushing. "I know it's from a guy you like. In this instance, love!" She rolls her eyes, believing that's the reason I know it's from Freddie... well I would know even if I hadn't peeked at her screen.
A/N: :) okay more of a filler but Carly HAD to be updated :)
Oh one more little note, please don't review telling me about any typo's or spelling mistakes, I know there is some in my story but I'm too lazy and type way too fast to fix/prevent them. I'm fully aware of their presence so there's no need to inform me any further. None-the-less, I LOVE every review from you guys, SO KEEP 'EM COMING! :D x
/edit/ hey its 2017 and I came back to try and fix all of the spelling mistakes and typos because I randomly remembered this and it hurts my soul seeing how bad my spelling used to be D: I think I fixed them all anyway :) - It's so weird, I was writing this when I finished High school, now I've just handed in my dissertation and I'm finishing my undergraduate degree!/