Heyy, this was supposed to be up yesterday but my sister kicked me off the laptop! I'm a day behind again but don't worry, I've got a week off next week so I'll be able to update everyday and I might even be able to write a multi-chap story or one-shot... ;) Thanks Midnight08 for this idea! OH GUYS, SERIOUS NEWS NOW: I'VE ONLY GOT 1 IDEA LEFT, I NEED MORE! WITH OUT IDEAS, THERE WILL BE NO 100 DAYS OF SEDDIE! SO REVIEW AND TELL ME SOME IDEAS, PLEASE!
~Charlotte~
Day 29 of 100 Days Of Seddie Challenge: Dreams
Sam POV
I tossed and turned in my sleep, I was dreaming of Freddie. He was leaving me behind, never wanting to see me again. I couldn't take it. I didn't know what it meant but I didn't want him to leave me. He was my best friend and after everything we'd been through together, I didn't want to lose him. I wouldn't. I couldn't.
In the dream
He was turning his back on me, he was walking away. For some reason we were on a beach but it was so close to raining – it was a pathetic fallacy, you know, when the weather explains how you feel.
I tried to call out Freddie's name but my voice could not be heard as the wind came rushing by, knocking the breath out of me. I couldn't breathe at all; it was taking me forever and a day to get back to my normal breathing patterns.
I called Freddie's name out again but he didn't turn around. His shoulders were squared and his stance was angry, fierce. I was supposed to be the fierce one, not him. It was wrong, all wrong, and I didn't even know what I had done to make him walk away from me, to make him that angry that he felt like he needed to walk away from me.
What had I done that had been so wrong? I couldn't work it out in my head. I tried to think back but my brain refused to move from the constant thoughts about why on loop but never finding the answer.
I started to run after him, I could still see him behind the rain that was pouring so heavily. I stumbled half blind towards him and he was still walking in his angry attitude, shoulders now hunched from the rain. I caught up with him and stood in front of him from walking any further.
The expression on his face made my heart break and made my throat close. He had the angriest expression that it made me wonder what in the world I had done. My intentions have never been to hurt him enough to make him so angry so what could I have said that made him be so irritated? His chocolate brown eyes stared at me but for once I couldn't look into them, not with the hatred that was glaring from his eyes and into my soul. It felt like he had punched a hole through me and I didn't even know why. Why had he make me feel so bad, why was I feeling so upset and angry with myself? He started to stare at me again and—
"Sam. Sam, wake up," I heard, breaking me out from my nightmare. I felt a cool hand stoke my hair a little bit.
I became aware of my surroundings as I opened my eyes. I was on Carly's couch and when I looked at the clock it said that it was almost 2.30 in the morning. I also became aware that it was Freddie that was kneeling in front of me, his chocolate brown eyes soft; I half expected them to be hard like they were in my dream. His forehead was furrowed in worry.
I moved my hand to my eyes to rub them and then moved my hand to my forehead. It was sweaty and Freddie had noticed too, so he got up and went to the kitchen to get me a wet cloth. I was sat up by the time he came back. He sat next to me and handed me the cloth, it really helped – I hadn't realised how hot I was feeling.
"Thanks," I said to him. My voice was thick from not talking for ages.
"You're welcome."
"So what're you doing here at..." I looked at the clock again, "Two-thirty in the morning?" I asked him.
"I crashed here after you feel asleep and I just woke up to hear you moaning a little in your sleep," he told me. He smiled at me and I melted. Why did he make me feel like this? I was being so...out of character lately because of him!
"Ah, right," I said simply.
"So what was your dream about?" he asked me.
Well that caught me off guard. I couldn't exactly say "Well, you were leaving me and I didn't want you to leave because I secretly like you." I don't think that would have gone down nicely.
"I...I don't remember," I said.
"Oh come on, everyone remembers a nightmare," he said.
Hmm, how to respond...
"It was nothing, don't worry about it," I said.
"You sure?" he asked me.
"Yeah, I'm sure, now quit being a dork and let me go back to sleep," I said, put the wet cloth on the coffee table and shifting myself so that I was lying down. Because Freddie was there I had no other choice than to put my feet on his lap.
"You know you can tell me anything," Freddie told me. Not really, I thought, I can't tell you anything because my thoughts only involve you.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
And before I knew what I was saying I said, "Just don't leave me."
The boy clocked on fast. "That was what you were dreaming about. Me leaving you?" he asked me.
"No!" I said too quickly. "Urgh, fine, yeah, I did. It was just a dream though, so don't worry ya pretty little head about it."
"That was not a dream. You were shivering and moaning in your sleep, dreams don't make you do that! You were having a nightmare, Sam. I know you were," he said defensively. "Sam, I know you don't like saying what's on your mind but sometimes it can help. I don't want to have to riddle you out, you should be able to trust me to tell me what you're thinking about and I won't tell anyone. I don't even have to tell Carly if you don't want me to. Just know you can always talk to me about whatever and I'll listen." End of speech, and I really believed him. I really did, but I couldn't tell him as much as I wanted to, it pained me to not tell him after he poured his heart out to me, but I just couldn't, you know.
I sat up and put my legs to the side of me. "You want me to talk to you, fine, I'll talk. I dreamt that you were walking away from me, leaving me behind and I didn't want you to go, at least not as angry as you was in the dream. I tried to call you back but you weren't answering and you wouldn't turn around." He was right; it did feel better to let it all out.
"First things first: I'm not leaving you. Ever. You're my best friend and I wouldn't turn my back on you, no matter how much you cause me pain," he said jokingly, a half smile on his face. When he said the last lines he poked me in the stomach. I smiled back at him and I instantly felt better.
"Thanks dork," I said. I was getting back into my normal self.
"Anytime," he said and smiled.
And without thinking – I seemed to do a lot of not-thinking – and turned my body round so that my head was on Freddie lap instead of how my feet were earlier.
He stoked my hair and I feel into a dreamless sleep, the memory of the nightmare already forgotten.
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