Hey guys, sorry I've taken a while to update, my school has had a million school trips this week (not even joking, I had to go to a park today and do a 10km walk in the mud so my white converse are now ruined. And I went to a theme park on thursday and monday, the same place, once with school and once with my friends, and yesterday I went to the theatre with school) so I've been super busy and I started this last week and just got the chance to finish it. Thanks to Azuka Star and theoneandonlymarijn for this idea (you both submitted the same idea!). Enjoy!


Day 53 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: Snow

Freddie POV

It was snowing so badly outside as it was the middle of winter and I was sitting at home talking to Sam on the phone. It started out like a normal conversation that we would have that would include bickering and laughing and teasing, but it suddenly had an unexpected turn when we started to talk about when we dated.

We hadn't actually spoken about when we dated at all since we actually dated. I would never regret dating her and I hoped that she would never regret dating me. I also never would regret dating her. She made me the happiest person alive when we dated and just talking to her everyday was enough to make my heart pound.

"You know," Sam said, "We weren't perfect, but who wants to be perfect? We were definitely far from it but I loved that we weren't perfect. Who wants to have the same routine over and over again and everyone telling you how perfect you were with whomever? I don't see why. Fairytales are the only things that are aloud to be perfect but, in real life, perfect is boring. But the thing with us was that it was both of our imperfections that made us perfect – well for each other at least." She sighed on the other end and my throat closed. I didn't know what to say.

"You're right," I eventually choked out.

Sam laughed once. "Yeah, well."

"Who wants to have a perfect relationship? It wouldn't go anywhere anyway; there would be nothing to keep excitement in it. And even if you did have a perfect relationship, the people involved would eventually give up on the other because they're not going anywhere. That's what was so great about us..." I gulped, realising what I was saying but carried on anyway, "we evened each other out, what with my good boy attitude and the radar in your head that mostly showed trouble that always lead back to you – if that made any sense at all – we were always there to help each other out. You made me more of a man and I made you less of a parole baby." I chuckled a little at the end.

Sam laughed. "You're such a nub."

"The nubbiest," I said which made her laugh again.

Our laughter died down and Sam whispered, "Why did we break up?"

Those five words made my heart stop. I tried to think back to the time in the elevator and put all the pieces together. "It was something along the lines of forcing the connection we have into a boyfriend/girlfriend situation." I sighed.

"Do you regret it?" Sam asked me, catching me off guard.

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"Do you regret what we said in the elevator?"

My answer was so clearly "yes" but I found it hard to say it. I didn't know how she would react but then I thought about what I had said to her that night at the lock in.

"Yes," I whispered, almost inaudibly but she heard.

"Me too," she whispered back, the same volume as I had said my answer.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yep, guess I'm turning more into a sap without you, nub," Sam said chuckling a little.

I laughed a little. "I guess you are." It took all my strength to say the next few words. "I still...I still," I sighed for the last time before shutting my eyes tight and breathing out the last few words. "Sam, I still love you!"

I thought that she would react differently to how she reacted after I said those five words. "I still love you too."

My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. Sam Puckett still loved me and I still loved her so why did we break up in the first place? It made zero sense but we made zero sense.

"Really?" I asked her.

"Yes, you nub! Now meet me in the park in five minutes," Sam said.

"But it's snowing!" I said.

"Your point is...?" she asked me.

"Nothing," I said settling on the idea of going out in the snow with Sam.

"Good, now get your coat on and run to that park," Sam said and hung up.

As quickly as I could I grabbed a coat, put it on and rushed to find my shoes. I found them and tried to put them on while standing up so I fell down as I tried to balance with one foot. I quickly shoved on the other shoe and ran out the house.

When the elevator doors opened on the floor of the lobby, I sprinted as fast as I could out the building and down the street. My blood was pumping through my body and I tried to think about anything but Sam but I couldn't. I had just told her that I loved her and she admitted that she loved me too and now I was the happiest man on Earth, no doubt.

After what seemed like forever I got to the park that I was meeting Sam and saw her sitting on a bench in the snow. I smiled as I caught her eye and she smiled back at me. I tried not to look like an idiot as I tried not to sprint over to her but almost failing as I did a little skip to get to her faster. Eventually I reached her and smiled like an idiot.

"Hi," I said.

Sam laughed. "Hi."

I sat down on the bench next to her and said, "Okay, whose turn is it to kiss the other person when they're—" I was cut off by Sam pressing her lips against mine.

I guessed that she understood what I was getting at.

After a few minutes of pure bliss and scattered thoughts, we simultaneously pulled away from each other and I finished my sentence that I started, "—talking," I sighed. "I guess it was yours."

"Yep," Sam said smiling. "Nub." Same old Sam.

The snow was starting to pick up but we didn't care – not one bit. We were together again and that was all that mattered to us. We weren't aware that we were half freezing to death until I noticed that Sam was shivering so I decided to share my body heat with her but that didn't really work as I was shivering just as much as her.

I suggested to Sam that we go somewhere to warm up so she suggested that we go to her favourite restaurant to get warm (and she wanted ham). We walked hand in hand there and I couldn't be happier.

Yep, I was the happiest man on Earth – or barely a man according to Sam.


I'm not sure if this was 100% in character but I hope it wasn't too bad to not be able to read. It might sound a little rushed but I wasn't too sure what to do for this chapter. REVIEW PLEASE, it really means a lot when you do and it does make me post faster. Oh and it's Summer for me next Friday so there'll be plenty of time for me to update ;)

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