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Nothin' On You

After staring at the gun for a few seconds with wide eyes, I reached for it and rolled over on my back, glaring up at my father with fury. He looked helpless standing above me, a drastic change from our previous encounters. I aimed the gun up at him with shaky hands before whispering my last words to him.

"I hate you," I growled as I pulled the trigger, "And I'll never be a daddy's girl ever again."

A loud crack thrust me back into the land of the living. My head shot up and I frantically began thrashing my arms and legs agonizingly fast. The images continued to flash through my eyes like a movie reel. The gun, the blood, my father's face, my hands, my father's half-way blown off head… it was absolutely terrifying.

"Sam?" Carly whimpered, "Are you alright?"

My head pounded, and my shoulder was in searing pain, but that didn't compare with the immense anger I felt at myself for allowing a stupid blood stain to affect me so easily. I'm so ridiculously weak these days…

"Carly?" I heard Freddie saying, "What are you— Sam!"

The sound of his voice calmed me, and I stopped moving instantly, staring up at him with big blue eyes, "F-Freddie?"

"Hey," He said calmly, kneeling over me as Carly turned and left us, "You okay, Sam?"

I blinked a couple times, "I guess… what happened?"

"You fainted," Carly chimed in from across the room, her voice cracking slightly, "Right when you walked in the door. You just… dropped."

My gaze fell onto the red stain in the wood before I looked back at Carly, "Oh."

"Do you know why you fainted?" Freddie asked, placing a hand on my cheek.

I shrugged, deciding not to reveal the truth, "I don't know. It's probably ham withdrawal or something."

"Sam," Freddie sighed, helping me sit up, "I'm serious. What's going on with you?"

"I'm fine, Freddison." I grumbled, crossing my arms and looking away from him, "I probably just need something to drink or something. You know, since I had that blood transfusion thing."

Freddie sighed, "Your lip twitches when you lie, Sam."

"What?" I frowned, glaring up at him.

"It's so obvious," He shook his head, seemingly speaking to himself, "I didn't realize it until we were at the hospital and you were lying about your shoulder hurting. It makes me wonder how much you've lied about over the years."

I breathed, "Freddie?"

He looked into my eyes, "Tell me the truth, Sam. No more lies."

"It's so dumb," I snorted, shaking my head, "You'll think I'm stupid."

"No," He smiled, "You're not that stupid."

I smacked his shoulder, "Watch it, Benson."

"What happened?" Freddie asked again.

"There's a blood stain on the floor," I released a hard breath, nodding to the spot, "Right there. It caught me off-guard and… made me remember."

Freddie looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened, "I really thought I cleaned all that up…"

"It's fine," I muttered quickly, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry about it, Freddie."

He exhaled, "I do though."

"It wasn't your fault," I added, "I should have been expecting it."

Freddie groaned, "Sam…"

"Sam?" Carly stepped in quickly, "How about we go upstairs and put some of your stuff away? Spencer already dropped off some stuff that your… that got dropped off."

I smiled at how she'd deliberately skipped over saying 'mom'. Carly was so intuitive that she knew even the mention of my mother would probably break me down again.

"Sounds good," I nodded, getting up from the floor with her help while Freddie lingered.

"Here," Freddie mumbled, handing up the meatball sculpture.

I took it and smirked, "Thanks."

Freddie didn't respond to me. Instead, he stood up and walked out of the apartment, barely making a sound. Carly gave me a confused look but I shrugged it off. To tell you the truth, I didn't have a clue what he was so cheesed off about either.

"Come on," Carly sighed, linking arms with me and guiding me upstairs to her bedroom, a place I've spent more than enough time over the years.

Once we made it to the room, I smiled as the aromas of Hawaiian air freshener and Japanese cherry blossom perfume swept over me. Carly's room was always the best smelling place in her entire apartment. While this much perfume would kick most people into a sneezing fit, I had become accustomed to it over the years, and it felt more like home than an allergy attack.

Her walls were pink a long time ago, but one night when Carly and I were nine, Spencer made the mistake of leaving two buckets of purple and black paint in her room. Let's just say that it's splatter painted purple, black, and pink now. In the end, we both loved it. Spencer was pretty proud of us for doing it too, but was forced to discipline us regardless because of their strict fathers' rules. But because Spencer's definition of punishment is extremely skewed, we ended up only having to help him finish a sculpture… made completely of chocolate. Insert super smiley face here.

Carly fell backward onto her white sleigh-bed, ruffling the purple comforter as her body landed on it. I smirked and after setting the meatball on her bedside table, took my regular spot at the foot of the bed, my blonde curls hanging off the edge.

"Carls?"

Carly sat up a tad, "Yeah, Sam?"

"Thanks," I breathed, "For what you did downstairs."

"You mean getting you out of there before you and Freddie got into a spat?" She laughed, "You're welcome. What's his deal anyways?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. He's so confusing."

"Understatement of the century," Carly shook her head, "That boy is like an unreadable book."

"That's for true," I agreed.

She exhaled deeply, "I'll clean that stuff off the floor later. Freddie said he'd do it last week, but he was at the hospital so much he never got around to finishing it."

"Don't worry about it," I waved her off, "It's not a big deal. It just… surprised me earlier."

"When you fainted," Carly sighed, "You hit the ground so hard."

I snorted, "Dude, it was like I was falling off a building when I saw that crap."

"It scared me at first," Carly breathed with a smile, "I thought you like, died… or something."

I laughed, "You thought I died? Seriously, Carls?"

"Well," She defended, "I don't have much experience with dead people! How was I supposed to know?"

"It's cool," I shook my head, grinning at my best friend, "All that matters is that if I really was dead, I know in my heart that you would have stood there with your mouth open until someone else walked into the room. Then, maybe you would have done something."

Carly frowned and sat up, crossing her arms, "I would not."

I laughed, "That's what you did when you 'thought I was dead'!"

She nudged me playfully, "You know I wouldn't do that."

"I know," I smiled, "It's just fun messing with you, Carls."

"So," Carly sighed, "Are you going to sleep up here with me or on the couch?"

I swallowed, "Couch."

"You don't like my bed or something?" Carly asked in mock-hurt.

I laughed, "It's not you… it's your bed!"

"Seriously, why don't you want to stay up here?" She asked with a kind smile.

My lip quivered, "My nightmares aren't getting any better, okay? And if I have one sleeping in a bed beside you, I might somehow mistake you for him and… attack you… again. I don't want that. I promised you that wouldn't happen again."

Carly frowned, "Maybe you should talk to someone… it could help?"

I shook my head, "The psychologist at the hospital did it for me, dude. That chick had some kind of Dr. Pepper obsession and she was just… weird. But, Dr. Warren gave me her cell number and talking to her is better than a therapist… she gets me, you know?"

"Yeah," She nodded, "Isn't she like, Fleck's mom or something?"

"Yep," I smirked, "He was at the hospital this morning before you came up."

Carly rolled over on her back, "Do him and Dave still do videos?"

"Yeah, but Dave got electrocuted this morning so… the videos will probably go on hold for a little while."

She giggled, "I would hope so."

"You think Freddie's mad at me?" I asked, "I didn't do something wrong, did I?"

"No," Carly sighed, "But, maybe, he wants you to stop blaming yourself for everything."

"I don't—"

"You do," She deadpanned.

I shrugged, "I just didn't want him to feel bad about the stupid blood stain…"

"I know that, and you know that," Carly sighed, "But Freddie doesn't."

I exhaled noisily before sitting up, "I guess I should talk to him, right?"

Carly smiled up at me, "Good girl."

"Weren't we supposed to do something up here?" I frowned.

Carly laughed and waved me on, "Just go, I'll unpack all of your stuff for you."

"That's what I hoped you say!" I exclaimed, running across the room, "See ya in a few, hopefully this goes well."

"It will," Carly called out after me.

I nodded and walked outside her bedroom into the hall, mentally preparing myself for yet another long talk with Freddie Benson. Sometimes, I wonder if it's even worth all the heartache for us to be together. As I trudged down the stairs, doubt slowly began to creep in even more. I still don't understand what Freddie sees in me, other than a charity case. I'm not pretty, I don't have any redeeming qualities, and I'm definitely not the 'lovable' type. I can't even tell the boy I love him because I have so many dumb insecurities about those three words. He said he understood why I couldn't say it, but there was obvious hurt behind his words.

I stepped down into the living room and sighed, the front door in my sight. Freddie was lying when I asked him why he loved me during my hospital stay. He had to be. There is no truly good reason why he should have feelings for me, he still barely knows me. What I know of Freddie is that he's a gentleman, and he didn't want to hurt my feelings when I questioned his love for me. It's that simple.

"Freddie?" I called out, knocking on his apartment door, "It's… me?"

The door swung open seconds later to reveal my solemn looking boyfriend, "Hey, Sam."

"Hey…" I smiled, reaching for his hand which he quickly pulled away, "I think we should talk."

Freddie looked over his shoulder before following me into the hallway, "I'm going to Carly's, Mom!"

We shut the door behind us, and Freddie leaned against the wall while I stood awkwardly in front of him, "What do you want to talk about, Sam?"

"Us," I swayed back and forth, rubbing my cast, "And what ticked you off earlier. Why did you just… leave like you did?"

He shrugged, "Maybe I'm tired of listening to the girl I love blame herself for everything that obviously isn't her fault."

"I deserve that," I sighed, "Look, Freddie, I can't help it. It's like… a natural reaction for me. You understand that, right?"

"I understand," Freddie nodded with a sigh, "But that doesn't mean I have to like it, Sam."

My lip quivered, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," He began slowly, "That I don't know if I can take this anymore."

"F-Freddie?" My eyes widened and the color drained from my face.

He looked at the floor for a second before looking back at me with his chocolate eyes, "Sam… I love you so much. I love you more than I ever thought I ever thought I could love another person, which is crazy because we're still in high school… but—"

My face dropped, "Of course there's a but…"

"But," He continued with a smile, cupping my face in his hands, "You need to let me in sometimes, Sam. I can't love you the way I want to if you don't talk to me. All of the stuff that happened in Carly's apartment earlier, it opened my eyes I guess."

"You're not breaking up with me?" I choked out, "Seriously?"

Freddie smirked, "Did I scare you?"

"A little," I said shyly.

He released my face and let his hands hang limply at his sides, "Sorry about that, I needed your full attention."

I attempted to hold his hand again, and instead of him shying away again, he allowed our fingers to intertwine. The action forced a smile across my face. I looked up at him with wide eyes, "You got it, Fredbag."

Freddie smiled, "I need to think up some nicknames for you."

"Yeah right," I smirked, "You couldn't think of a good nickname if it smacked your ass."

"Oh yeah?" He laughed, "We'll see about that…"

I beamed, "I guess we will, Dipthong."

"That's just mean," He whined, playfully nudging me in the stomach.

"It's not mean," I laughed, poking him back, "If it's true."

"You really thought I was going to dump you?" Freddie shook his head, sounding shocked.

I shrugged, "Well, yeah. I mean… you could probably do a lot better than me. Any other girl would probably be better than me, Freddie."

Freddie let go of my hand and enveloped me in a soft hug, his arms like walls around me, "They ain't got nothin' on you, Baby."

"You listen to B.o.B?" I smirked, relaxing into his embrace and lying my head on his shoulder lovingly, "That's rap, Fredbabe."

"I didn't until about week ago," He chuckled, "But I thought if you liked him, he must be good."

"And?" I breathed.

Freddie smiled, "Airplanes is my favorite song from his album. Hayley Williams sounds amazing on it."

"Aww," I kissed his cheek, "My little Fredbabe's growing up. Listening to rap music…"

"Fredbabe," He smirked, "I like that."

"I like this…" I whispered, wrapping my one good arm around his body as well, letting my hand relax just above his backside. I resisted the urge to pinch him and scare him, therefore ruining the moment. My cast was the only thing between us at this point.

"Me too," Freddie agreed, kissing my forehead.

My smile grew, "Freddie… I love…"

"Sam?" He looked into my eyes.

"I love…" I couldn't get the word 'you' out no matter how hard I tried, so I said the first thing that popped into my head, "Fried chicken."

Freddie laughed and said sarcastically, "You do?"

I shook my head in embarrassment, "Ugh, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant to say…"

"It's okay," He nodded with a smirk, "Looks like we have a code word now."

"Huh?" I frowned.

Freddie held me tighter, "Fried chicken."

I snickered, "Awesome sauce."

"I love you, Sam." Freddie said as we slowly began to throw ourselves into another kiss.

I looked up into his beautiful chocolate pools and smiled just before our lips met, "I love fried chicken."


Seddie Fluff! :)

The fried chicken thing was something I thought would just be adorable, especially with many Seddier's thinking it's Sam's code word for Freddie. I'm among them. Haha. And I totally helped B.o.B promote two of his songs there... lol. Sorry, I love him. He's the only rapper I really like besides Eminem :)

I'm actually really proud of this chapter (shocker!) and I hope you guys liked it too! If detention hadn't gotten canceled today though, this probably wouldn't have been up until a few hours from now so... yay! lol. I'm a bad girl :P

Time for a little shameless self-promotion y'all! Since this story is almost over, I'm co-writing a story with Kittykatgurl21(I spelled that right, right?) called The Real Me. Each of us writes every other chapter so... yeah. Read it, for me? I'll give you cookies or something... lol. I'm not good with bribes...