Chapter seven: Are You Gonna Kiss Me or Not?

"They gave each other a smile with a future in it."

~Ring Lardner

Sam and Freddie were lying down beside each other on the back of Freddie's red pick up truck. It was a used truck, all beat up and scratched. It costed less, so it's the one he bought. Sam ridiculed it for a while, but now she's used to it and she loves it. It took Freddie's mom forever to finally let him buy his own motor vehicle.

It was a warm Saturday night, and they were completely silent. They were both under a thin worn out navy blanket Freddie always kept in the backseat.

They just stared up at the stars and the full moon.

Freddie told his mom that he was sleeping over Gibby's house and Sam told her mom she was sleeping over Carly's. They met up in front of Groovy Smoothie and went for a ride around town until they decided to stop by the lake.

The sound of the water moving was calming to them.

Freddie turned his head casually and looked at Sam with a serious and soft expression on his face. He planned on making a move so that their time spent together was more than staring at the moon. He imagined that Sam was really bored just staring at something most females find beautiful.

However, Sam could feel Freddie staring at her. He tried not to be so evident, but he was lost in his thoughts. He had no clue how to iniciate a move on Sam because he never knows how she'll take it or if she's even in the mood to be all romantic.

Sam blinked. Once. Twice. And then she turned her head to Freddie swiftly and said, "Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

Freddie was almost shocked at how bold she was. Almost. He was speechless. Then again, maybe it's best he didn't speak. He felt he should answer her question with gestures. Their faces were inches apart and Freddie leaned over and kissed Sam gently.

Her stomach starting doing cartwheels and flips. She was surprised she wasn't totally used to how amazing it feels when she and Freddie kiss. Everytime they kiss, it makes her love him more.

Sam deepened it and Freddie pulled her closer to him. She tried not to smile and make things awkward, but the urge to smile was just too big. Freddie stopped kissing her when he felt her mouth form a smile.

"What?" He asked, also smiling.

"Nothing," she replied, trying not to laugh.

He gave her a curious look. "I know it's not nothing, Sam. You can tell me."

"Okay, fine. I'll tell you," she said, waiting a few moments before speaking again. "I love you."

"I know that, and I love you too," he said. "So that's why you were smiling?"

"Yeah... because I was thinking about you and me."

He chuckled. "You're crazy."

"And you're ruining the moment," Sam said simply.

"Sorry," he apologized, kissing her forcefully.

"It's fine," she said when she got the chance.

He was kissing her over and over again. Maybe it was the moonlight? Maybe it was their teenage hormones? Maybe it was because they loved each other? Maybe it was all three reasons? Either way, Sam and Freddie remained kissing.

It was probably the best night of their lives so far. It's not often they get to spend time alone like that.

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