chapter forty-five

I felt my eyelids getting hit by a light somewhere. I flutter my eyes open only to have them close from the beam hitting my pupils. Geez, what is that?...

I open my eyes again seeing I'm surrounded in my bedroom back at the apartment and not at Gibby's. The ceiling light in my room was the cause of me waking up. I turn my head at the window to see it's dark outside; it's probably after six. My navy blue blanket is covered over me as I feel something heavy laying on my bare chest. My head turns to the left glancing down at a blonde's head on my chest with her arm around my waist.

That girl is Sam Puckett.

I can see her bare shoulders popping out of the covers, but the rest of the blanket covering her chest - down to the bottom of her toes. I lift the sheet up and look under the covers seeing that I don't have any clothes on, and neither does she. Then my memories flashback to everything that's happened earlier today. Sam came to my job and told me about how she finally felt after months of figuring it out. She even ripped up our contract for only having sex, and she said this in front of customers who had no lives and stood there watching us.

I'm surprised that she did all that for me, she confessed to everything and looked so vulnerable which made me want to hug her and tell her that everything was okay. But I know she needed to say something off her chest, and she did. After that had happened, we made love and it was probably the best day ever because of her...

I watch Sam sleep peacefully with a small grin on her face. That moment was different, the moment when I finally found what I was looking for... just seeing her, listening to her is what would make my day great. She never disappoints me when it comes to her.

I nudge her shoulder with my hand trying to wake her up nicely. "Sam..." I whispered. "Sam, wake up."

She starts to stir next to me as she lets out a groan. "Ugh... let me sleep." I chuckled, admiring her sense of sleep even though I'm gonna interrupt her anyway. I shake her shoulder one more time and see her eyes starting to open as she closes them again from the ceiling light that hit me earlier. "Ugh... dammit..." she said groggily as she rubs her eyes with her fingers.

"Well, good evening." I greeted.

She stops rubbing her eyes and tilts her head up as her eyes stop at mine. Her lips turn into a smile and my heart jumped after that; no matter how Sam looks in the mornings with her hair messed up, she will always look beautiful in my eyes. "Good evening..." she grinned, placing her hand on my chest twirling her finger on my pec.

"How was your sleep?" I asked.

"It was great... now that I'm laying on you." She chuckles cuddling her arm on me tightly. "Mmm... you're so warm."

"Ha, thanks. It was heated after what we did, so that's probably why." I teased. "But today sure was interesting..."

"Yeah, it was. I didn't think I would be in this position right now." She mumbled.

"Why'd you say that?"

"Because," she positions herself on top of me with her arms crossed on my chest, laying her chin on her arms. "It's like I said earlier, I was afraid you weren't going to forgive me and you would be mad... I didn't want that." She looks at me with her round eyes and gives me a small smile. "But I'm glad you did forgive me..."

I smiled and pulled her closer to me so that our faces are inches away from each other. I twirled the ends of her hair as she brings her finger to my lips, flicking it. I don't know what we're doing, but it feels so natural when I do this with her and doesn't feel weird at all.

There was silence for a while until Sam stopped flicking my lips and started to speak again. "You know, I didn't get to tell you this, and Carly wanted me to tell you even though I didn't want to." Her cheeks started to get heated as she looks down, not meeting my eyes.

Now I'm curious about what she didn't want to say. "What did Carly want you to say?"

"Um... I... Carly and I were talking about stuff and then she asked me what one thing I liked about you without thinking about it. So I said your eyes." Before I had a chance to open my mouth to ask why Sam beat me to it as she looks into my eyes again. "I told her your eyes because every time I look at them they show protection, and that makes me feel safe around you. Like they're saying how you would never hurt me based on how you touch me and look at me... Also, how your brown eyes just look... amazing..." she trailed off shifting her eyes back and forth on mine.

I don't know why this girl isn't a handful to be around. She always knows what to say to make me love her even more. Her words actually explain how she feels about me half of the time and I'm just blown away I couldn't let words come out. I don't know what to say after that, it's just a shock to me.

"Aw great, now I ruined the moment." Sam closed her eyes.

"No, no, no. I'm sorry, you didn't ruin it. I just don't know what to say to that." I assured her by rubbing her arm softly feeling her goosebumps under my hand.

"I've been thinking about that for months... I just didn't have the strength to tell you." She muttered.

She's so adorable when she looks like a child with her bottom lip sticking out. "Sammy... I'm surprised that you felt that way because I didn't think my eyes would have that impact on you." I said looking at her heavenly blue eyes.

"Well, of course they do. You've been there for me since forever, and I'm grateful that our moms made us best friends." She laughed through her nose and sticks her hand out, raking her fingers through my hair. "And you were my first crush... I really didn't want to say anything to screw that up since friends shouldn't... like a friend like that."

She did say how she had a crush on me when we were little but didn't say anything. This is such a plot twist.

"Sam, I hope you realized that... I liked you when we were kids too."

Her eyes grow into saucers as her mouth is agape. "Wait..." she shook her head while her eyes are narrowed in confusion. "When did you start liking me?"

I stooped my lips and gained the confidence to tell her. "Remember when we were in fifth grade and we had that pre-homecoming dance?" She had nodded her head before I continued. "I remember you wore a blue dress with a small bow on the side as you wore silver flats to go with it."

"Oh god, not that awful dress..." she groaned covering her eyes. I laughed as I uncovered her hands for her to stare at me as I finish.

"And then I remembered you had a small butterfly clip clipped to your curly hair. I thought you were the prettiest girl there... and I didn't want to say anything because I was too afraid to. Even though we were ten or eleven-year-olds at the time." I grinned. "Then years later I didn't have the guts to tell you this crush thing, but you meant so much to me I couldn't hold it in any longer to tell you,"

Sam stares at me as she was not saying anything with her mouth closing and opening back and forth. "Uh... wow..." she stammered.

Before I had a decent warning, she hits my arm and I screamed at her mighty fist. "Ah! What the hell?!"

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" She asked with her eyebrows furrowed and lips pouting.

"I don't know..." I pouted as I rubbed my injured arm from the powerful blow.

"My god you are such a baby." She uncovers my hand that is rubbing the arm and takes its place, gently rubbing my arm with her soft hand. "I'm just... I didn't know you liked me when we were kids too."

"Well, I did... and I still do. It's not easy telling a beautiful girl you like her." He smirked.

Her cheeks are red again and she looked down. "Shut up..."

"Aww, am I making you blush?" I teased.

"Shut up, Fredward." I grabbed her waist and turned us around in bed, as I'm on top of her and she's under me. "Ah! I swear to God if you tickle me again." She warned with her stern eyes as if she's gonna hit me again like she did a minute ago.

"No... I have something important to say." I whispered staring at her eyes. Her face softened as she looks at me with uncertainty and concern; her eyes are waiting for what I have to say when I changed my tone. "You, Sam Puckett, are the best thing that's ever happened to me. You made me believe that I won't be alone... and that I have people who care about me will stay in my life. I don't know if I'll ever see my dad again, but you know what? I can't make that wish forever. I only want my mom, my friends, and you because you're my everything too. You know how to make me smile every day just by looking at you, and always make my day amazing if I'm in a bad mood or not. Not many girls have done that. But you did... like always," I lean down as she doesn't leave my eyes. I found her hand by her side and intertwined my fingers to hers, holding it once again. I brought our hands to my lips and kissed her knuckles. "...I love you."

She looks up and gives me a small grin but in her eyes show appreciation while the ends of them are welling up with tears. She lifts her free hand and grasps my cheek, stroking it again. Her hand feels so soft it should be illegal to feel that way.

"Freddie Benson, you will always be loved. And no matter what happens, you won't feel abandoned again, ever. I'll always be there for you when you need me... and that's a promise I will never break. Besides, I love to make my nub happy... because it makes me happy that you're not sad. I don't want to see you in that situation again; it broke me to pieces to see you so upset like that last time. I'll do anything with my life to keep that from happening... just like when we were kids." She moves our linked hands to her lips and kisses my knuckles in return, kissing every single one. She opens her mouth and speaks again, "You'll always have me... and I love you too." She whispered.

She moves our hands away and leans up to press her lips against mine. She wraps her arm around my neck as she pulls me closer to her body making it feel as if we are one. I kissed her back slowly showing her how much she means to me and hugged her close to my body. I know that she would never hurt me even though she's been there for me since day one of meeting each other for the first time.

She'll always be my guardian angel.

Who the fuck is cutting onions in here? Dx