iHave a Dirty Little Secret
Summary-Sam and Freddie are happily dating. There is just one twist-nobody knows.
Disclaimer-ok, I'm going to break it down for you this is a disclaimer. The prefix dis- means 'lack of, not.' Do you understand?
A/n I've been reading a lot of stories where Sam and Freddie are secretly dating and decided to give it a shot.
Chapter 7
Sam's POV
(A day after chapter 6's content)
Carly and I were watching Totally Terry (sadly) and were super bored. I stood up and went for my jacket.
"Where are you going?" Carly asked.
"Home," I lied. I was really going to Freddie's. Why? Because I'm bored and just because.
"Aw, why?" she complained.
"This is boring," I explained.
"So you're going to leave me to be bored all by myself?" she pouted.
"Yup," I said as I walked out. I walked into Freddie's apartment to see Freddie asleep on the couch. Why is he always asleep when I come over? I walked up to Freddie and knelt down next to him.
"Get up nub," I said softly. Waint why am I saying it softly-this is Freddie. I started shaking Freddie. He wouldn't wake up. I rolled my eyes and sat on the floor in front of the couch right next to his head. He's a really peaceful sleeper. I stroked his hair softly and smiled to myself. I thought of how we got together.
Flashback
I was crying in the rain on the fire escape. Why was I crying-because Carly and Freddie are dating. They are dating and now Freddie will never know how I feel about him because he's with his 'dream girl'.
"Sam?" I heard a voice say. I recognized the voice.
"Freddie," I said. He sat on the ledge next to me as quietly as he could with his crutches.
"Why are you crying?" he asked. "And don't tell me it doesn't matter because it does. Don't tell me that I don't care because I do. Don't tell me I don't care about you because if I didn't I wouldn't of dumped Carly."
"You dumped Carly?" I asked.
"Yup," he answered. "You were right, anyway I didn't feel anything."
"What do you mean?" I asked, curious of what he meant.
"It's nothing," he tried to convince me. there was no way I was letting this go.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Don't tell me it's nothing because it is something. Don't tell me I don't care because I do. Don't tell me I don't care about you because if I didn't then I wouldn't have warned you about Carly's hero phase."
He sighed in defeat. "I meant when we kissed I felt a spark, when I kissed Carly I didn't," he informed me. "Did you feel a spark?"
"Uh," I stuttered. I didn't wanna say 'Yes I felt a spark and because of that spark I'm pretty sure that I love you.' I didn't have to answer anyway because Freddie pulled me into a kiss. And if you were wondering I didn't feel a spark- more like fireworks. He pulled away.
"8 seconds," I whispered.
"I'm thinking we should make this one longer," he smiled.
"Defiantly," I agreed. And take my word for it, we went WAY over 8 seconds.
End Flashback
I looked back at Freddie. Ever since that night he always asks me if I feel a spark. I've never answered him with a yes or no.
"Yes," I whispered. "I feel a spark. I feel a spark each and every time we kiss. Waint, that's a lie, sometimes its fireworks." I looked at him and smiled. I need him to wake up. I kissed him on the lips and he woke slightly.
"Hey Princess Puckett," he greeted sleepily. He sat up and invited me to sit next to him. I sat on his lap and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Yes," I said.
"Yes what?" he asked.
"Yes I feel a spark when we kiss, but sometimes its fireworks," I told him. I could tell he was smiling.
"Nub, you better wipe that grin off of your face before I wipe it off for you," I threatened.
"Go ahead, wipe it off for me," he laughed.
"Fine," I agreed. I turned around and kissed him. He responded immediately and our lips moved in sync. He slipped his tounge in to my mouth and I responded immediately to this. So long story short we were in a full blown make out session on Freddie's couch.
"What is this!" I heard someone scream. Freddie and I looked up.
"Crap," I muttered. This was not good.
Ok, ok, ok. I know I said I would update yesterday but I watched The Notebook (aka saddest movie EVER) and I kinda forgot to finish writing the chapter-oops! Oh, well it's up now so, yeah.
CLIFFY!
Ha, betcha didn't see THAT coming!
I gotta challenge for you: the first person who guesses who walked in on them will be in the next chapter- Believe me you are going to play a HUGE roll in the story.
No offense to the guys but you have to be female, but if you guess it right and are a guy you can describe the girl of your dreams…I guess.
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*I can't update until someone guesses who walked in on them correctly*
LOVE ALWAYS,
-randomness