A/N: this is just part one of this chappie. please R&R the second part is nearly ready! It's longer
You couldn't say he didn't try, because he did. But, you also couldn't say he was even close to decent, because he wasn't. Apparently, Freddy couldn't act worth beans. Even if his life depended on it.
Although he was awful she couldn't help feeling grateful. He never seemed to give up. She wondered why. She saw the hurt in his eyes as he realized he had made another mistake or had delivered a line wrong. Yet, he put on his cute, dimpled smile through it all, and continued with only slight hesitations.
All in all the show was a flop. Probably one of the worst in the new year. Or ever… But, Carly, ever the optimist refused to cave into being depressed. But, she couldn't say as much for pooor Freddy. The moment the sign-off was over and the cameras were off, he sank, dejected, into a bean bag. He held his head in his hands.
She walked across the room. She pulled a bean bag up next to his and sat down. She didn't have any idea what to say, or how to help. He never seemed trust her words, especially when they were exactly what he wanted to hear. So, she simply sat there in silence. Her hand, as if by its own accord, ended up on his back.
She patted. Then it evolved into a light rubbing. He glanced up at her with question in his eyes. She just shrugged. He hid behind his hand. She sighed, slightly peeved. She reached up and gingerly took his hand and slowly removed it from his face. Her eyes were soft as she looked at him. He was openly staring at her, completely unbelieving of his luck.
part 2: Its up!
It started out completely friendly. Simply comfort. Carly was a nice girl, she would have done the same for anyone of her friends.
Suddenly it deepened. She wasn't just patting anymore. She was lightly running her hand over his back, the slight pressure made it feel like soft rubbing. It felt so heavenly he hardly could bring himself to look at her, let alone voice the question that had been gnawing on his heart for months. He raised his head slightly.
Her eyes were sparkling. This was nothing new, they always did. He had always imagined that somewhere deep in her dark eyes, there were lights. They always seemed to be dancing with joy or amusement. This was a softer sort of light. More of a… glow. He swallowed hard.
She shrugged at him, her eyes reflecting her defensiveness. He had upset her. He'd done that enough today, what with ruining the show, butchering every single bit twice. He let his head fall back in his hands. He was just beginning to get lost in regretting all the mistakes he'd made with Carly.
He remembered the day he had ended it. Why had he been so noble? Why couldn't he just enjoy it why it lasted? Because Carly was special, and deserved t know the truth. That's why…
Her hand was lightly on his. It sent tingles up his arm that eventually reached his heart and made it do double-time. She carefully moved his hand away from his face. He didn't know he was blatantly staring at the amazing girl before him, he was only aware of the fact that she was holding his hand and glowing. And in her gaze, with her delicate, porcelain hand in his, he glowed too.
R and R