Howdy, Again! Now before you can ask, no I'm not hyper… although that couldn't possibly make my mood any better. It just so happens that I'm beyond happy. Possibly the happiest person on the face of Superman's water-filled wonderland!
Why you ask? Well I will tell you why. As you may have guessed it's because of Sam. Yes Sam. She made me eternally happy. She made me want to squeal like a pudgy little child when they hear an ice cream truck down the street on a hot summer day. Yes it was that wonderful.
It was right after the last bell had rung for the day and we were all free from prison on that beautiful April afternoon. I went to my lock to get the things I needed for the weekend and then it happened. There it was. Sitting there, just waiting for me, and only me.
There it sat. As innocent as a fly on the wall… although it you really think about it fly's really aren't all that innocent; seeing as how they like to repeatedly fly over your head when you're trying to sleep, and even after they have successfully awoken you they continue to do it! Not so innocent…. So I guess that was a bad example. I'll try again.
It sat there as innocent as a rose at it's peak of beauty. Better? I guess it is, although even though beautiful one of the thorns could poke you, which would inflict pain… okay so another bad example. I give up! It was innocent, just plain innocent, it was like nothing else and was impossible to compare to anything else. Otay? Otay.
Anyway there it sat, a plan and simple white envelope with only the word "Freddie" written very neatly in cursive on the front for decoration. I opened it. Thinking that it was probably just an invitation to some random birthday party for some one whom I don't care enough about to actually go to the party. But much to my surprise it wasn't. It was from Sam. Before I opened it my mind wondered why she didn't just tell me what ever it said in person, or over the phone, or possibly why not in a text. Sam never, in all the time I've know her, has ever done any thing like this before, when ever she have something to tell me - generally mean and degrading - shouted it to my face, or at least texted it.
I pulled the wrinkled piece of paper out of its white protective case… type thing, and read. It said:
Freddie,
Meet me at my house at 7 PM tonight. Don't be late!Forever,
Sam
Weird right? But I thought what they hey? I guess if she took the time to write me this then why not go? So I went. When I got there boy was I in for a surprise. No there wasn't a surprise party; it wasn't my birthday or anything. But still I was shocked, like the time I found out that lobster males have to dance for a mate. Otay maybe it was more shocking than that but still.
I knocked on the door at 7:15 that night. I know the note said don't be late but mom wouldn't let me leave until after I finished my peas and carrots. (I swear that woman is going to end up in Superman's dungeon if she isn't careful.) Sam immediately came to the door, but she didn't look right. He cheeks were red and under eyes were puffy as if she had been crying. At first I though " There's got to be something else going on, Sam would never cry."
I walked into the living room where I saw used tissues scattered
about. "Uh," I asked, "What's going on?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," she said with a slight pause, as if that weren't really what she had wanted to say, as if there was something that she was holding back, fighting to keep in.
"Then why am I here?" I asked after deciding that since she was putting so much effort in trying to hide it, the least I could do is pretend that I didn't notice anything.
"I need to talk to you," she said as if she had what she was going to say all planed out.
"Okay…" I said while walking over and sitting in my usual spot on her couch. "What's up?" I asked.
"Well… You know how it's been kind of awkward between us lately?" she muttered as she sat on the other side of the couch.
"Yeah, what about it?" I asked coming to realize that this was not going to be an easy conversation.
"I wanted to talk… talk about why that is." She said a little hesitantly.
"I-I guess," I answered with a slight stutter.
"Do you remember when it became awkward?"
"… Yes" I answered starting to become uncomfortable.
"Good so then at least we don't have to go back over that dreadful day."
"I wouldn't call it 'dreadful'," I said with a smirk appearing on my face.
"… Do you want me to hurt you? I'm trying to be civil here," she said as she shot me a glare.
"I'll be good," I said as if I were an obedient little puppy.
"Good. If that day wasn't so dreadful for you then why did you start acting differently? I was just going to act normal, you know like it had never happened."
"Because I felt bad about reading your diary?" I said trying not to make it sound like a question even though it so obviously was.
"Real reason please."
I gave a long sigh, as if I were trying to figure out the right words to put it in, like if I said it wrong it'd send her running, and then spoke. "Please don't take this the wrong way but, I started acting differently because I'd come to live with the fact that even though I liked you, that you would never think of as more than just the guy that put the pretty pictures on the screen. But then I read your diary…" I took a pause not just for effect, although it fit very well there, but also to figure out what to say next.
"And after a lot of thought, and going over what you had written in my mind so, oh so many times, I realized what it all meant… that you might possibly like me back. Although most people in the situation would jump for joy, and run to you and make sure they weren't dreaming that first chance they got, but I'm not most people, I'm the same lame dork that it took years to figure out that Carly wasn't the girl I wanted, but it was in fact you…." I stopped there; I figured that even though this was my chance, my one chance to tell her the truth and everything that I'd been longing to tell her for who knows how long, she probably needed a break from it.
"I- I so wasn't expecting that…." She managed to get out after a long silence.
"Yeah it had to be said."
"Oh…." She said still acting as if there was something that she still wanted to say.
"So why did you start acting differently?" I asked desperately trying to move the conversation along.
"I didn't," she responded.
"It takes two to tango," I replied not realizing how lame it was.
"When have we ever tangoed?" she asked starting to sound more like the Sam I had come to know and love.
"You know what I mean," I said with a dorky smirk plastered across my face.
Although I really hadn't noticed until this pointed, Sam had been slowly scooting closer to me the whole time. Now she was quite close, almost close enough to lean over and kiss…. But I couldn't, I mean how would she react? What pain could she possibly think of to inflict on me?
But then I remembered that she had let me kiss her that one time on the fire escape. So would she really hurt me for doing it again? I mean she had said it was nice… and I could totally top that, which was nothing. When we kissed then I was nervous that she was going to change her mind at the last moment, and decide to slap me across the face with a frozen fish or something. But this time I could tell would be different.
Dare I try, I thought. Yes, I decided. If I don't do it I'm going to go on wondering what could have been, what could have come of it. So I did it, I leaned over and I kissed her.
I hadn't expected her to, but she kissed me back. She didn't fight it, she didn't yell at me, or run away, no, she sat on that couch and she kissed me.
I pulled back after about 30 seconds, what I thought were the best 30 seconds of my life. "Sorry. I just had to do that," I said hoping that she wouldn't realize what had just happened and decide that it was time to inflict an immense amount of pain on me. But even if she did it still would have been worth it, I mean how many people can say that the kissed Sam Puckett? Last time I checked I was only one, but now I could say I'd done it not only once, but twice.
"Have you been practicing?" she asked now being the one with the smirk on her face.
"Maybe…" I said a little nervously.
"Well it's helping," she said with a scoot closer.
"Good to know."
She sat there on the couch as if she were expecting something. Was there something more that I needed to say? I had already said that I liked her and that I thought that she liked me. What could she possibly want? … Then I realized it as she stared into my eyes, as if she were trying to get a good look at my soul, or maybe my inner organs to see how they were arranged so that she knew where she would have to aim the bullet when she killed me.
But that wasn't it I realized as I examined her flawlessly beautiful face, her golden curls draping over her shoulder. Then I noticed that her lips looked slightly moist, making them look even more desirable than normal. She even had he bottom lip pushed slightly out as if she was begging me to kiss her. And how could I say no? I couldn't.
So I leaned over, not that I had to lean that far, and kissed her once again. But this time after about 15seconds she did something different. She opened her mouth ever so slightly, just enough so that she could nip at my bottom lip as if she were trying to tell me to open my mouth, I of course, obliged. This is when our tongues began a dance for dominance.
We sat there on the couch kissing for a while until I realized something. I realized that she had never said that she liked me. She really hadn't said much at all; I had done most of the talking. I tried to fight the urge to ask her whether she liked me or not, but I couldn't. So I pulled back to ask her.
"What'd you do that for?" she asked impatiently before I could ask my question.
"I gotta ask you something," I stated.
"Oh…" she said with a disappointed look on her face.
"Does this mean you like me?" I asked hoping that I would get a straight answer out of her, and she wouldn't try to change the subject.
"I… there's no getting out of this is there?" she asked hopefully.
She sighed and waited a minute to answer. "If I say yes," she wanted to know, "Will you kiss me like that every day?"
"Of course," I answered.
"Then yes, I like you," she said with a smile shyly appearing on her face.
I gave a slight chuckle then gave her a hug. She hugged me back. Sadly then I realized how late it had gotten and had to go home. But it was still the best night ever!
Property of Sam Puckett… Freddie
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