Something
Sam certainly was something.
She was crazy.
She was rude.
She was aggressive.
She was lazy.
She was a demon.
But she was also sweet.
And kind.
And funny.
And smart.
She was beautiful.
And as her boyfriend, Freddie got the best of both Sam's.
He got the Sam who beat him up until he gave her his last fat cake. Then he got the Sam who would talk to him for hours on the phone, making him feel happier than he's ever felt.
He got the Sam who could eat an entire ham in less than fifteen minutes. Then he got the Sam who played guitar and wrote amazing songs for only him.
He got the Sam who slept through every class and then for three hours after school. Then he got the Sam who spent a week reading a computer book so they could talk about processors together.
He got the Sam who screamed louder than a siren, and the Sam who kissed like an angel.
He got the Sam who tried to bathe herself in gravy, and the Sam who made his heart beat like mad whenever her held her hand.
He got the Sam who could tackle a truck driver, and the Sam that admitted to only him that she was secretly afraid of the dark.
And no matter what Sam he would happen to get on any day, he loved her. And no matter what Sam she decided to be, Sam loved Freddie.
