AN = I had four exams the day I wrote this. And I had homework to do. So, I'm gonna enjoy story writing while I can and I can't wait to express my feelings into this story. Anyways, I really really really hope you enjoy!

Fladoodles

The blonde headed demon stirred as her phone had an incoming call.

The nub, she thought to herself, If it was anyone else, they would be dead right now.

"Sam?" Freddie groggily said.

"What is it? It's like..." She quickly checked her phone's time but got blinded in the process, "God, my phone screen is sooo bright. It's like three am!"

"I know..." He paused and cleared his throat, "I need you."

"Can it wait?"

"Uh, I guess so." His voice dropped slightly in sadness, and Sam definitely noticed.

"Tell me the truth. Can it wait?" She repeated.

"Not really."

"I'm coming now. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"See you soon."

She started to hurry. She hung up the phone and leaped to her feet. Stuff was thrown into her bag and her boots were put on her feet. Swiftly, she rushed down the stairs.

...

Running faster than ever before, she finally reached the Bushwell Plaza. She figured the lift would be quicker, but she couldn't be bothered waiting for it to get to the right floor. Still clutching her bag, she sprinted up the stairs.

As Sam reached the door, she was panting and out of breath. She hit her knuckles against the door softly. A few seconds later, the brown eyed boy opened the door and let her in.

She saw the state he was in. His eyes were shadowed with black bags and his hair was messy. How she hated seeing him that way. She jumped into his arms.

She spoke quietly, "What's wrong?"

"I think you had better sit down." Freddie sighed, shrugging her away from him.

"You're starting to scare me."

The two sat down, "So...?" The impatient blonde questioned.

"I-Well..." He shook his head as he took long blinks to stop the tears coming out.

Sam noticed this and put her arm around him, "Tell me when you're ready. How about we do something to take your mind off it?"

Freddie nodded his head, "I-I guess we could watch a movie."

"There's my boy." She smiled, taking his hand.

The two went into the bedroom, Freddie sat down with Sam on his lap.

"I'm sort of in the mood for Galaxy Wars." That was probably the biggest lie Samantha had ever told in her life. Actually, probably not; the biggest one was when she said she hated him but in fact she loved him.

"You really wanna know why I'm like this?" He came straight out and said what they were both thinking about.

"Are you okay to tell me?"

"You'll find out eventually."

"I guess so." She took a deep breath, "Alright then, Fredlips, tell me."

"I-I got a call yesterday..." He looked at Sam, and she looked back at him, nodding slowly for him to continue, "It was the hospital. My mum hadn't turned up for her shift."

"But she left yesterday. We both saw her, you know, after she called me a delinquent and a gutter girl."

"Yeah, I can't really forget that, as much as I try. Obviously, I told you to stay in the living room, and I went in my mum's room with her. She started yelling at me about how she doesn't approve of us. I yelled back, saying that if she doesn't like you I don't like her either."

"Wait, you really said that?"

"Course I did."

"Aww. Anyway, back to the original story?"

"Oh, right, yeah. I-I tried to call her but no answer, but as I was about to call her again, I got a call from the hospital again, saying that my mum was there now-"

"So she did arrive to work in the end?" Sam interrupted.

"She turned up... In an ambulance."

"What!?"

"She had an accident. Not sure what happened. But after arriving at the hospital, an hour later, she-she passed away."

"That's terrible!" She gasped, hugging the dork tightly.

"I-I know." His tears flowed like a waterfall. "And the last thing I said to her was that I-I didn't like her..."

"You argued with her because of-of me, didn't you?"

He nodded his head again.

"This is all my fault." She stated.

"No. No, Sam, don't say that. I was the one who said it."

"You said it because of me though..." She bowed her head and started playing with a loose piece of string from his hoodie.

"It doesn't matter what it was about. It matters what I said."

"You just need rest, okay? We both do." She looked up at him, "Can I stay the night?"

"Course, I'm not gonna let you walk home in the dark... And I want you to stay with me." He whispered.

"I think I might actually miss her." A sad smile grew on her lips.

"I believe that, you know. Your way of saying 'I love you' is you saying 'I hate you'."

"That's sorta true."

"Alright then, how about I open a packet of fladoodles because I'm now hungry then we can have some rest, yeah?"

"Sure." Sam yawned then dropping herself back onto the bed.

...

A few minutes later...

"Night, Freddie."

"Night, Sam."

The two closed their eyes and drifted off to a far away land. Sam dreamed of dancing with bacon, while Freddie's dream was really more of a flashback.

The scene of him and his mother arguing replayed in his head. Things were said; who knew it would be the last thing they would ever say to each other?

AN = The title word is only used once unfortunately. I had this story idea, but then I couldn't think of a title. So, as usual, reviews to me are like Sam and her ham!