Chapter Two: Freddie's POV
I loved Sam. I'd come to realize this over the years we were apart. I was positive she'd gotten over me until today at the Groovy Smoothy, that way she looked at me. Carly left during the exchange, and I had a feeling it was a girl thing.
"Freddie," Sam said finally, "do you still hate me?"
"Sam," I said in the exact way, "do you still love me?"
She hesitated a while, taken aback by my question. Then, "Yes."
"I've loved you since you went to jail when we were fifteen."
"Please, Dear Lord, do not remind me of that time," she said, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, as if the memory gave her a headache.
"Well, I have," I said.
"I think I have, too, Freddie. And you know how bad I am at expressing my feelings."
"You're definitely getting better, Sam." I smiled at her, and for the first time in my life, I saw her blush.
Carly came back and sat down, seeing us smiling at each other. "Alright you guys," she said, banging her hands jokingly on the table, "this has gone on long enough."
When we looked at her, pretending to be confused, she continued. "You know what I mean. Even when Freddie and I were together, I knew you guys had it. That spark that the perfect couple needs. You guys may be opposites, but you match together perfectly."
I saw Sam blush again. "Sam," I started, "I couldn't ask you this before, considering you were in jail, but, would you like to go out with me sometime?"
I saw her look at Carly, as if asking her permission in silence. All Carly had to do was nod once. "Well," Sam said, "uh, sure." I could tell she wasn't sure if she should be saying yes or not. After the breakup, I knew she'd slipped back into the Original Sam-mode she was in in the beginning.
