Hey, hey, hey!!!! I'm certainly back with another shot, woohoo!
This one is just a main idea that popped into my head. But I'm sure that I won't take much time making this 'cause I took a whole hella time to make the last one.
The title does really match the story, and it's inspired by a poem I wrote when I was in fifth grade, Chaotic Rendezvous, and I am putting it up at the end of the story!
Freddie Benson sat on the lounge, chilling in the living room, watching whatever's on. He was at Spencer's apartment an hour ago, but he got bored, obviously.
He sighed at the void of who-he-don't-specifically-know person in his head. It just seemed empty without that person. Of course, that person was Sam. Freddie's life was just severely colorless without Sam's constant abuse.
Just as soon as he was about to call Sam on the phone, an unexpected call approached his phone it was Harper, Carly's roommate, and best friend. By some means, he actually doesn't feel like Harper was replacing anyone in their new lives, since he knew that the blonde was irreplaceable.
"Hey, Harper, what ya need?" He asked before she could say a thing.
"Oh yeah, hey, dumbass, we're right now at Spencer's apartment, and Carly wants to see you." She called.
"I'll be there." He says.
He had no other choice but to follow Carly. After all, he was her best friend too or before she met Harper. For some reason, Freddie's always been an outcast to any friend group he'd join or at least he doesn't get their references and talks.
Freddie may be a terrible boyfriend to any girl he has dated, but he was always a great friend. He was almost one-call-away, and it's certainly not in an exploitation way, but in a way he prefers.
His mother was meeting her friends at Skybucks, since they haven't been rendezvoused for over years, and his daughter was also with her friends but she was probably just there to trick their parents into giving her money.
He was in the hallway already, and he immediately hear squeals. Girls, he thought. As he opens the former Shays' apartment door, he already recognizes the girl, or the woman leaning against the counter.
"Sam?!" Freddie practically shouts, at the sight of Sam Puckett the actual Sam Puckett.
The blonde turns to look at him from looking at Harper, who's in the kitchen. She was beautiful as ever, he realized and it wasn't the first time. "Sam!" He draws closer towards her and gave a welcoming hug.
"Get off of me, would ya, vagina ripper?" Sam rudely pushed him back, as she let an exasperated sigh to his sappiness. He gasped at the choice of the nickname she chose to occur, and a roll of his eyes as he got off of her.
Before Freddie could even say something, people mainly Carly, and Harper left their jaws on the floor. "Vagina ripper what?" Carly asked, her palms on Sam's shoulder, slightly shaking it, making Sam dizzy. Harper starts making 'ooh' sounds, knowing exactly what she means.
"You see, though you probably don't understand this, but, his dick is massive that it rips a normal human being's vagina." She replied simply.
"Sam,"
"Hush it, nub." She reminded. "Anyways," She said, to finish their gasps. "I heard that you now have a daughter?"
He could barely stand still, flashing her words from earlier about his dick being massive. He was unsure if that was a compliment or an insult it was probably both. But, since when does Sam Puckett give compliments?
"Uh, uh, y-yeah, I do."
"You're acting like your daughter is a puppy. Where is she?"
Just as she finished asking, the door opened, showing Millicent, holding a fat wad of money. Guess she really did scam somebody.
"Freddie, Clarisse's mom really believed I'd stop insulting her daughter if she gave me-" Millicent suddenly said, her eyes focused on rubbing her money instead of theirs. "Holy. Crap."
Sam just smiled at her, already sensing that the girl was the exact little version of her. Millicent was truly shocked as soon as she recognized who she was.
Freddie told her about Sam already obviously. She has always wanted to meet her in real life, and now that it happened, it felt surreal.
"Y-you're Sam Puckett!" Millicent screamed. "Holy cow!"
"You mean, the Sam Puckett?" Sam sarcastically quoted.
"Right, The.." Millicent uttered. "So.. since when did you leave Los Angeles?"
Sam raised an eyebrow, hearing her question. "Uh, how'd you know that?"
"He told me," She pointed at Freddie. "I've heard so much about you!"
"You have?"
"Uhh, duh!" Millicent ecstatically states.
Sam left there coldly, just knowing that Freddie actually tells Millicent about her. Was it real? She asked no one but herself. Probably yes.
"My friends wouldn't believe this!" The young girl yelled in amazement. Then she went off to exit the apartment.
Silence started, 'til Carly breaks it. "So, Sam," she voiced. "You were with some chick called Cat Valentine in L.A., right?"
"Uh, yeah!"
"What happened there? Tell me!"
"Let's just say we both dated each other before she left for Texas.." She smirked at her, as Freddie's eyes grow wide open.
"Sam! You're a lesbian?" Both Harper and Carly screamed their damn heads off.
"No, no. We were both just.. really alone. Like really. After her grandmother chose to live in a nursing home, she only had me." Sam spoke. "And, the same goes with me. After that seventies-looking-porn-star, known as Fredamame, she was the only person I had left. So, I guess we were really that desperate." She hears Carly choke on her water when Sam told Freddie he looked like a porn star and he probably does things like one.
"Italy was terrible, by the way. I also had dated someone there, but I think he was very, very religious." Carly decided to enunciate, such randomness.
Silence avalanched again as Spencer comes out of his room. "Sam-may," He called, and Sam turns her head around to look at him. "I finally perfected that sculpture I've been trying to make all along!" He said, holding up a blonde-headed face sculpture.
The sculpture looked so much like Sam like, it obviously would look so much like her because it was meant to look that. The pretend-blue-eyes weren't vague at all, and it looked like it was Sam itself. "Do you like it?" Spencer had the privilege to snap Freddie about his adoration, and Sam just gasped.
She drew closer towards Spencer, giving him a light hug and, Carly just can't help but smile. Sam always loved how Spencer treated her like a younger sister a bratty one if it's on Sam's case. Her eyes just completely said that she loved it, in a way she can't explain somehow. "Thanks, Spence!" Spencer pats her on the back.
She began to come back to the place she was earlier, still hugging on her beloved sculpture. She sat on the desk chair right on the back of her. "And, I'm kinda guessing that something happened between the two of you," Harper said, while she was going through Carly's back and gently rests her chin on her shoulder still referring to Sam and Freddie.
"Uh, us?" Freddie asks, seeming to be attached to the 'Sam-sculpture'.
"No, no, I was talking about Spencer and Carly! Of course, I was talking about you and Sam, douchebag!" Harper sarcastically replied as Freddie's face flushed.
"Uhm, nothing really happened-" Sam says, cuttingly.
"No, no. Spill it, Samantha." Carly desperately wanted to know since she knows that she missed so many things about the two of them.
Freddie and Sam glared at each other, wanting to get it over with the situation so badly. "I-uh, Fred-nub and I gotta talk about this.. outside," Sam said, walking towards Freddie and yanking his arms approaching the door and goes outside.
"Sam, why'd you let me out of there?"
"I don't think I can tell them."
"Tell them what? We never did anything at all- oh,"
"Freddie, that engagement is our dirty, little secret, and I'm willing to keep it that way!"
"Why is that? Oh, it's probably because you're embarrassed about our past, aren't you?"
"N-no, I'm not."
"Then we should just tell them,"
"Freddie,"
"I get the fucking fact that we were really young when I proposed to you, but, they should understand that 'cause it happened."
When Freddie went to L.A. with Sam, they both dated momentarily and got engaged. Then, a divorce happened because of unresolved conflict, and they both went their separate ways.
"We really can't keep hiding it, Sam." Freddie calmed and he knows that he'd be oblivious to whatever shit Carly, Harper, and Spencer or even his mother. "I love the fact that you and I were almost married, and... I hope you do too."
"Freddie, I'm not embarrassed about it. I just, maybe, I'm just probably scared."
"You're never scared, Sam? You're never scared."
"Maybe I am now."
They were both silent for a moment, thinking about how joyous time was.
"Freddie, say something," Sam demanded as soft as she can. Yet, no response.
"I just don't like the way you're pushing me away, Sam." Freddie whimpered.
"If that's what you're thinking, then I'm not!" Sam raged, that probably someone has heard them.
"What do you mean?"
She threw her hands in the air exasperatedly, signing that she's frustrated with the things going on. "You can't just tell me I'm pushing you away!" Tears drooled over her face, as his sincere eyes looked up at her. "We're not together anymore! Things aren't the way they were, okay? You're not mine, and I'm not yours anymore!"
That stung, Freddie thought. In his mind, she was his, and it'll stay like that no matter what. He harshly puts his lips on hers, as her eyes grew big. What was he thinking? His tongue pleaded to be inside her mouth, which she just easily complied. He pulled away to look at her gazing face. "Freddie, what was that for?"
"For every single shortcoming, I've created formerly as your fiance."
"But you never had one.." She huffed in between her moans.
"So you want me to stop?" He cleared while he gave her ass a firm squeeze.
"N-no."
"Then let's do this."
"In the middle of the hallway?"
She gasped as his eyes forwarded at that one corner that dark, mysterious corner. "Let's go," Sam said in a somewhat excited tone.
As soon as they went there, they wasted no time at all. They were willing to devour each other alive it's like they were hunting for their prey. Sam's cheeks were pressed against the walls, while her ass was grinding against his crotch. They had no time for foreplay and they knew that. "Mmm, Sam, you're still as sexy as ever." He complimented.
The last time Sam got complimented, it was Jade. It was also regarding how feisty she was on how she looks so cool and stuff. But, how Freddie gives her compliments was something that happened all the time.
He didn't have a minute to hesitate - he pulls down the garter part of her square pants, revealing her yet untouched, bare ass. "God, Sam, you're gonna kill me one of these days." He admired her butt, caressing it as if it was an act to make him look like he was going sweet, but he definitely wasn't. Without warning, he bent his head down and kissed both sides of her ass cheeks.
The feeling of Freddie's lips on her skin gave her goosebumps. Sam was wearing a crop-top, and it's certainly not the 'Sam-ish' type, but people do change. He pulled his head up, his clothed cock still grinding against her ass, and his hands go up to her chest, raising her shirt above her breasts, and pulling her bra near her stomach.
His slowness made her feel like he was thoroughly teasing her. "Freddie," she pleaded, while his hand went on them and slowly pinched her nipple. "It's been too long."
He agreed, nodded as confirmation. He kicked his pants off, along with his boxers, revealing his nine-inch dick. She looked over his shoulder, and couldn't help but be tempted by the blue-green veins bulging on it. "Just fucking shove it in already, sicko!"
For that, he slid into the blonde, whilst both his palms were still on her waist, pulling her forwardly then backward. Sam gave a grimaced look on her face, then leaned her head on the wall as the pleasurable sensations Freddie was giving her eventuated. "God," She moaned.
As his pushing-and-pulling continues, her moans go along in rhythm, intensifying the situation. "Damn!" He hissed, and her inner walls clench around him repeatedly it was making him mad.
"Freddie, fuck me harder!" She entreated, and he accepts that challenge, somehow. "Aah- ah, mmm," Her voice becomes more high-pitched, as he pursued on wanting to reunite with her orgasm.
She gasped when she realized he was thrusting so much harder this time, and that he was afraid that Harper, Carly, and Spencer have heard them in that case. He was so close to ejaculation, he could feel it. That specific feeling made his dick want to explode inside of her and he was willing to do that.
Every thrust, the tip of his cock banged against her g-spot that one odd, near, and sensitive spot inside her pussy. His palms went up to her mouth, thoroughly covering it to lessen the sounds of her moans, now muffled ones. "Freddie, I want to cum," She whimpered in between mumbles and moans. Her vagina was on fire, that she was about to burst out and squirt anytime soon. "Freddieeeeee,"
"Nghh, God, Sam,"
Their orgasms reunited, mixing along with each other as their cum-face attends. His pants from the short session continued to linger on her back, and the same goes with her. "Freddie, I missed that."
"Yeah, I know, but, we didn't use protection.."
"Uh, I'm on the pill."
"How? Did you really expect this to happen or you deliberately had sex with someone else?"
His voice bled with jealousy sparking along with it, while hers had anxiousness.
"Freddie, I barely had sex with a male after you,"
"Then how are you on the pill?"
"Well, I- I'm not."
"Sam, you know what could happen! This happened all the time! This isn't some kind of-"
"I do have a reason,"
At this point, she was completely weak and powerless. His eyes grew as big as ever, can't help himself but be nervous.
"And, what's that?" He asks, softly this time.
"I wanna be pregnant." It was earnest at that exact moment.
Her words were surrounded with sparkles and all he was hallucinating.
"So you could fit in with everybody your age? Yeah, right." He replied as sarcastic as it could sound. She knew he was agitated, but I wish he'd understand. "I'm not the pawn you used before, Samantha."
"No, Freddie."
"Then fool me, Sam. Fool me once, fool me twice,"
"Because I still love you," She answers slowly, softly, quietly. "And I wanna give you everything." He sighs, "and I- I'm really sorry if I chose to do the wrong thing."
His eyes flutter, glaring at hers. "And, I know that I sound stupid right now because I deeply know that you have a daughter already, but, I've gotta admit it, I'm jealous, I really am. I feel like someone else you didn't know forever, I feel like a goddamn sociopath, Freddie-"
He cuts her off by pushing his lips on hers passionately. Of course, that was gonna happen. His palms fervently held onto her jaws, while smooching his lips against hers, tensing it. Their noses were touching each other which only made it hotter. He fucked her oxygens up, but, it couldn't be sweeter.
He pulled his lips off of hers, it was all wet. The scene of Freddie doing the same thing to her cutting her off with a deep, passionate kiss in the mental hospital when they were younger and more stupid.
"Sam, I'd never love anyone as I do to you. I waited for this to happen for so long,"
"Then why'd we call of that engagement?"
"Because we were young, stupid, and amateur. We can make that work now." She smiled at him.
As soon as Freddie wrapped his arms around her, the Shay door opened unexpectedly.
"First of all, you were engaged. And second, what's with all that sounds?" Carly said, drawing closer towards the couple, along with Harper and Spencer at her background.
Now, that was really the worst story I wrote.
I really hated this, but I was too busy dealing with stalkers. Yuck.
I always forget the 'protection' part, so...
Chaotic Rendezvous
You looked so earnest, I saw,
Then, you made a sudden rendezvous
I sigh, snapping out of my daydream,
You were on the wrong team
How are you so hard to get?
If it were true, I might just let.
As tears drool across my face,
I thought of the mess I made.
I'm still in denial, it's tormenting,
It's hard to realize that it was everything.
Why can't I just be your friend?
Maybe, it's a message that's hard to send.
Now, we've created a chaotic rendezvous,
The trust we have, it has grew
I hope to see you, wish this would end,
It's the agony we don't intend
That was about my best friend who I realized just got teamed up with the wrong team :( I want her on mine. Phew, fifth grade me. 세디