iHave a Dirty Little Secret
Summary-Sam and Freddie are happily dating. There is just one twist-nobody knows.
Disclaimer-Nope
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 23
Sam's POV
"Carly?" I asked, shocked. "You were following me? But why?"
"Why didn't you tell me ya'll were dating?" Carly asked, obviously hurt.
"You know?" I asked, totally in shock.
"Yes," she sighed. I looked at my leg and the blood kept coming out with no hesitation.
"I really want to explain but can you call Freddie before I lose all the blood in my body?" I asked.
"Sam," she cried.
"I'm serious," I said, sitting up, ignoring the pain the best I could. "He can help me then we can all talk about this, ok?"
"Fine, but we are talking about this," she agreed.
"Just give me my phone," I begged. She reached over, grabbed my phone, then handed it to me. I dialed Freddie's number.
"Hey, where are you?" he asked.
"I'm at the last fence lying on the ground with my leg cut open," I answered. "Can you come?"
"Oh my God, yes, I'll be right there with my mom," he said quickly, urgency in his voice.
"No don't bring…" I started but he already hung up.
"Is he coming?" Carly asked.
"Yeah, and he's bringing Crazy," I said.
"Well you'll have to get this stitched up and Freddie probably doesn't know how to do that," Carly smiled weakly.
"Whatever," I looked down at my leg. It was red but blue, black, and purple colored it also. It looked bad how it was plus there was dirt and grass infecting it.
"Here, let's put you against the fence," Carly said. She helped me get to the fence where I was sitting up, back to the fence.
"Sam!" Freddie called, running up to me. He knelt next to me and gave me a hug. He looked up and saw Carly.
"She knows," I explained.
"How?" he asked.
"I don't know," I confessed. Freddie looked at my leg. He let his hands hover over the wound, inspecting it with his head cocked to the side.
"You're going to need stitches," he told me.
"Lovely," I said, obviously using sarcasm. He held my hand and looked at me.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, my legs cut open and I feel extreme pain, I'm fine!" I smiled with sarcasm.
"Sam, I'm serious," he told me.
"I'm fine," I said.
"Good," he smiled before he gave me a kiss on the forehead. I rested my forehead against his.
"Aww," Carly cooed as she snapped a picture with her phone. Freddie and I parted.
"Shay as soon as I can walk you can kiss that phone goodbye along with that picture," I threatened.
"It'll be all over the internet by then," she smirked.
"Samantha!" Crazy called carrying the biggest first aid kit I've ever seen.
"Dude what do you have in that thing?" I asked.
"Everything," Freddie answered for his mom.
"Apparently," I replied.
"Ooh, you need stitches," Crazy told me.
"Yes, I understand this!" I yelled.
"How do you feel?" Crazy asked.
"Well, let's see, I feel like crap," I answered. "Cause you know my legs cut open."
"Sam," Freddie sighed.
"You people keep asking me how I feel," I explained. "I'm not asking the stupid question."
Freddie rolled his eyes and I looked at Crazy. She was putting on latex gloves and opening up the first aid kit.
"This is going to hurt isn't it?" I asked.
"Pretty much," Freddie replied.
"Stay still," Crazy told me. "Carly, dear, hold her leg in place and Freddie hold her hand."
"I vote Carly and I switch," Freddie smiled.
"Why?" Carly asked.
"Because I don't want my hand broken," Freddie said.
"Man up and do what your mommy told you," I teased, but he obeyed.
"Samantha…" Crazy started.
"Sam," I corrected. "Sam, S-a-m, no amantha."
"Ok, Sam, this will hurt," she said. I opened my mouth to protest but a scream came out instead. I squeezed Freddie's hand really hard and almost started crying. I tried to move my leg away but Carly had a death grip.
"What the hell is that stuff?" I screamed in pain.
"It's cleaning the wound," Crazy explained.
"Ow," Freddie complained. "That hurt!"
"I'll switch ya," I offered.
"Ha," he said.
"Benson don't you start with…" I started but crazy started stitching my leg up. "AHHHH!"
"That's gunna scar," Freddie said.
"Benson shut it," I snapped. "Just sit there and be nubby."
"You know what Puckett," Freddie argued.
"What?" I challenged.
"You're done!" Crazy smiled, interrupting our fight. I looked at my leg and it looked pretty awesome, but Carly looked ready to puke.
"Let's get you back to my apartment," Carly smiled weakly, avoiding my leg. I started to stand but Crazy stopped me.
"You can't stand on it for 24 hours," she warned.
"Oh, sure I can," I protested, started to get up.
"If you do then I'll have to remove the stitches then put new ones in," she explained. I stopped trying to stand and let myself drop to the ground with a thud.
"Here," Freddie helped, picking me up bridal style.
"I'd rather a piggyback ride," I said. Freddie smiled but let me down just so I could get on his back.
"To Bushwell plaza!" I teased.
Freddie rolled his eyes but started walking.
When we got to Carly's apartment Freddie set me down on the couch.
"Can you get me some juice?" I asked. Freddie nodded and started for the kitchen.
"Freddie, sit," Carly ordered. Freddie hesitantly agreed while Carly closed the door and locked it. Carly leaned against the door.
"We need to talk about this."
You hate me and I'm sorry. Cliffys, I love them. This time I didn't do it for my own joy though, I did it because I have NO clue what to do next. Ideas? I really need them.
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