ILoveChristmas

OMG!! It's Christmas Eve!! I can't wait for tomorrow! I just love Christmas.

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Chapter 4: Getting Along

The next morning Sam was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper and indulging a fat cake. She didn't hear the footsteps coming down the stairs and she also didn't hear them enter the kitchen.

"Morning," a tired voice said causing Sam to jump.

She looked up and saw Freddie stretching. His brown hair was a mess and all he wore was a pair of grey pyjama pants with no shirt. Sam couldn't help but stare. She was impressed with his toned muscles and his six-pack. He didn't really look like the sort of guy who'd have muscles like that.

Freddie smirked when he saw her staring at him.

"Wipe your mouth," he laughed. "You're drooling."

Sam broke out of her trance and glared at him.

"Can you not walk around topless, please?" she asked him slightly irritated.

"Why? Does it bother you?" Freddie's smirk grew bigger as Sam shook her head.

"Wipe that stupid smirk off your face," she said. "You are so arrogant and cocky."

Freddie simply smiled at opened the fridge. He took the orange juice out and poured himself a glass.

"I was serious about wiping your mouth though," he told her. "You've got..." he inspected the wrapper to see what it was she was eating, "Fat cake all round it."

Sam quickly wiped her mouth and stood up putting the wrapper in the bin and then pouring herself a glass of orange juice as well.

"So did you get Sophie's present yesterday?" Freddie asked and Sam nodded.

"Yeah but I'm picking it up on Christmas Eve. It was so hard to find! It's the present on top of every little girls wish list. I called around everywhere but I could not find one place that sold them and then I seen this little toy shop which had it in the window," Sam told him. "But the guy, who was incredibly rude, told me that they were sold out so I asked to buy the one in the window. I was told that I couldn't buy that one because it brought more customers who'd order it and it would come in for January and that meant more money for him. So I told him that I'd buy it now and collect it on Christmas Eve before they close."

Freddie took a sip of his orange juice and nodded.

"Cool, I'm glad you got it," he said with a smile and Sam smiled back.

She finished off her orange and placed the glass in the sink and Freddie did the same.

"So what do you want for Christmas?" Freddie asked and Sam looked at him.

"For it to be over," she said with a sigh.

"Why do you hate Christmas so much?" he asked. "I'm not being nosy or anything. It's just you seem to really hate it. I thought Christmas was the time everyone loved unless you are Scrooge of course."

Sam looked at him then sat down on the chair she been sitting at a few moment ago.

"I was bullied when I was younger," she said softly. "The other kids used to laugh at me and tease me for being so... organized. I used to always make lists and little reminders for myself. At Christmas it was always the worst. I would sit in class with no friends and watch as the other kids all exchanged presents and cards. Then I'd be walking home and I'd be pelted with snowballs and pushed in the snow. I remember one year they buried me in snow and left me. They all thought of me as a freak and I suppose you think that as well. Considering you always slag me off."

Freddie looked at her sympathetically. He realised it must have been hard for her and he'd never had to go through that. When he was younger he'd been Mr. Popularity. He got on with everyone. There was one thing Sam was wrong about though. He definitely did not think of her as a freak.

"I don't think you're a freak," he told her. "I think it's pretty cool that you are so organized and I'm sorry if when I slag you off you take it to heart. I won't do it anymore. I was never being serious about it; I just like to wind people up."

Sam smiledat him and was about to say something when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Sam said and stood up.

She walked to the door and opened it. There stood Cindy holding a bulb for Christmas lights.

"Umm... Hey Cindy. Can I help you?" Sam asked.

"Hello Sam," Cindy said. "I think you need to see this."

She grabbed the blondes hand and dragged her outside. She pointed to one of the Christmas light above Sam's garage. All of the other lights were white except this single one was blue.

"It's blue!" Cindy exclaimed as if Sam couldn't see it.

"Yes well... I'll get it fixed," Sam told her annoying neighbour.

"Good," Cindy said. "I brought you a bulb so it'll be all white for Christmas."

Sam was about to take it when Freddie interrupted as he now stood on the porch. He was now wearing a T-Shirt and had shoes on.

"Actually," he said walking towards them. "It's an old Arabic tradition. When there is a blue light out it is supposed to bring you good luck and it means that something miracle-like will happen soon to the people in the house."

Cindy looked at him totally shocked.

"And who are you" she asked.

"Freddie Benson. I'm staying with Sam for a while," he told her.

"Well Freddie, we are going for the whole street to have white lights, so I'd appreciate it if you changed it back," she said trying to push the bulb into Sams' hand.

"Sorry we can't do that because we'd upset Zeus if we did that and bad things would happen," Freddie told her.

Cindy looked at him like he was off his rocker.

"Zeus is a Greek God not an Arabic God," she told him.

"True," Freddie said. "But Zeus is the ruler of all mythology and things like that. So he knows the Arabian Gods. So we don't want to upset anyone. Anyway we better go. Bye!"

He then grabbed Sams hand and dragged her inside before shutting the door. Sam let out a laugh and he smiled back at her.

"There is no Arabic tradition is there?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"I'm sure there is a tradition like that, somewhere that neither of us has ever heard of," Freddie smirked and Sam laughed.

"Well, I'm going upstairs for a shower," she told him. "But thanks for being so nice to me about my past and for helping me with my neighbour from hell."

Freddie chuckled.

"No problem," he said and Sam started making her way up the stairs. "So does this mean that we are friends?"

She stopped and turned round with a smile playing on her lips.

"Not quite," she told him with a laugh.

"But it means you don't hate me anymore, right?" he wondered.

"It means I don't hate you as much," Sam laughed some more before walking up stairs leaving a smiling Freddie at the bottom.

Awww!! So they are started to become friends.

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