JUSTUFF: Hey people!
You know, I'm not sure I can write anymore.
It's not you guys, you guys are awesome, but…
I think I've lost my skill…
Story plots just don't come to me anymore.
I want to write, I haven't lost the passion for it, but…
Maybe I'm just not good. And I don't want to waste people's time, making them read stuff that isn't good. I'm not going to quit writing, but if it takes a while to post, know that I'm having a hard tiem with it, ideas always accepted!
But I won't steal it. I PROMISE I WILL NOTE YOU IN A JUSTUFF THING!
Plus, your ideas may really help the story go along, and plus it's all about what you guys want to read, right!
And to have fun writing!
Anyways, on to the disclaimer! Woo!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my awesome made-up characters and my coolio plotlines. ;P
Sam's POV
When we got up to Bushwell Plaza, we all sat down on Carly's couch, except for Spencer. He went straight to his new sculpture.
"Uh, what's up with the giant…thing?" I had no way to describe it. It was…colorful. That's about all I can tell you.
"Oh, I'm entering a sculpting contest. The prize is a free pizza at Luck. T. Knees ( A/N: Chuck E. Cheese, very sorry for the horrible rhyme ) !"
"The Kid's Dream World place?"
"Yep," Carly answered.
"Aren't you a bit old for that, Spence?"
"No. I just went there for my last birthday."
"He-" I started.
"Uh-huh," Carly said.
"What is that thing? That is your latest sculpture, I'm guessing." I said, when all of a sudden Freddie's psycho mom walked through the door.
"Oh, my dear Freddie, are you OK!" She exclaimed, hugging Freddie tightly.
"Mom, Mom I'm fine," He choked out.
"I thought you were cool with him going places alone now!" I exclaimed, a little caught off guard.
"I am, but I was still worried. What? A mother can't worry?"
"Nope," I responded.
"I am so glad my Freddie has so many other girls out there to choose from, a nice young lady, who is actually nice to me."
Considering I was his girlfriend, it got me peeved. No, it got me angry.
She was saying I wasn't right for my own boyfriend! For her son! For Freddie!
That was just the most insane thing.
Freddie and I belonged together…we were right for each other…
Right? Y-Yeah, o-of course we are.
"Hey, Woman Lady Thing, I don't appreciate you hating me, and I would make a great girlfriend!" I shouted, defending myself.
"To who? Not to my Freddie, that's for sure! No wonder you don't have guys always at your heels!"
"Mom-" Freddie choked out, but his mother interrupted him with a "Hush, Fredward."
Usually Freddie's mother's insults wouldn't have hurt me, but at that moment, they did.
They hurt a lot. And it made me think…it made me think hard.
I stood there, frozen.
Then, I just took my butt outta that door and left. That was very, very hurtful. I decided to go to my house, and I stuck with my word and went to my house. It should be quiet. My mom was supposed to be gone.
And at that moment, somehow Mrs. Benson's words sunk into me.
I wasn't a good girlfriend, heck, I wasn't even a good friend. Constantly, over and over, insulting him, pranking him…
But heck no did I want to break-up with him.
And I knew I had to come up with a solution. It felt like my duty at the time.
Yeah, yeah, duty, ha ha, so funny.
And there was an upside and a downside to my conclusion. Upside: I came up with a solution. Downside: My solution was devastating.
I had to break-up with Freddie.
Ok, before yelling is involved, I really, really didn't want to break-up with him, honest.
But, his mom had a point. He is such a gentleman, a caring, loving, hard-working person, and he could get the best lady out there for him. But I was the farthest thing away from a lady.
So, no way in heck was I a proper lady. I didn't belong with Freddie…
I didn't deserve Freddie.
And he belonged with Carly, or someone like that. Someone who wouldn't always make insults, even if they were just for fun.
He needed someone who was less aggressive, a real lady. A person who was weak, and girly, not tough and tomboy-ish.
That was the type of girl Freddie needed all along.
Heck, why did this dream have to come to such a brutal ending?
Who knew that if dreams and wishes came true, they would have an expiration date?
Well, my milk just turned sour. And I knew it.
I especially didn't want to see Freddie. Knowing him, I knew he'd come after me after the way I just up and left like that. He'd know I was upset. And that he would do anything he could to fix it.
The reason I didn't want to see him?
Duh, I was going to have to break-up with him, hello?
But I would be the one who ended up broken up into teensy, tiny, bite-sized, little pieces.
And I knew he wouldn't accept breaking up. He would protest. Say that his mom is just his mom, and that her opinion doesn't matter.
But it does. To me. And, whether he'll admit it or not, his mom's opinion matters to him, too.
Why me, God, why?
Not only was I going to have to see Freddie get hurt, I was going to have to be the one causing it. And Freddie wouldn't even know I did it all for him.
And he would end up with a great girl, and yet I end up hating her. I would have to see him date her, and pretend like I did't look at him in that romantic way.
I had been at my house, scattered all across my bed, avoiding what I should bbe doing. But I couldn't avoid it for long. Because a knock would sound at the door.
I had opened the door to find Freddie.
"Hey, Freddie," I greeted.
"Sam, it doesn't matter what my mom thinks, let her think that."
"I was trying to hold back tears, but it was hard to make them invisible to Freddie.
"I don't think we should go out anymore." I stated, quickly, but clearly.
Freddie froze. "What? What are you saying, Sam?"
"I'm saying that I want to break-up."
"Sam-"
"I mean it, Freddie. We must stop being together…it would be a lot easier if we didn't see each other as well."
He wouldn't stop protesting, and it got harder to hold back to tears.
Because I was going to have to break his heart…
And breaking his heart is like breaking my own.
"It has nothing to do with your mom, or what she said at all, OK, honest!" I shouted.
"Wh-What?" He responded, a little depressed. I couldn't blame him.
"This whole relationship has been a lie." I stated.
"But you said you loved me, and I loved you-" He started babbling like an idiot.
"Well, I lied." The next part I was going to say would hurt me and him the most. "How-How could I like such a dork like you." It was hard to choke them out, so I was stammering a little, but he got the message.
Loud and clear.
Even though I was hoping he hadn't.
"You know, I thought for once I knew you, that for once I got you. But I guess the only person you really care about is yourself. I can't believe it. My mom was right. I shouldn't be with you. And no worries, no chance of being with this 'dork.'" Then, he walked away.
Just like that.
And that's how it ended. I shut the door. And I immediately started crying.
I cried until there were no water drops in my eyes.
I knew I had lied. But it was for his benefit. I wished he knew that. But that would ruin everything.
Even though I sort of just did.
You know, love is on TV, movies, everywhere…it never said, "heartbreak may be included," anywhere.
Hope you liked!
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I am tired because it is 12:30 AM exactly and I am super oober tired, so, anyways, I think I'm going to go to bed!
SAYING OF THE CHAPTER: It's funny when people fall on banana peels. It's not funny when you're the one who's slipping on them.
Ooh, deep, right?
Anyways, I am sticking to my word, and I am going to make this the type of sequel I promised: An Epilogue-Playing one. And I will. I just thought that I should give you something to read that you didn't already see coming.
I got plans for this story, no worries. Ha ha ha!
Sorry for anything I posted you didn't like.
What didn't you like? Why? Nice criticism always accepted!
Well, goodnight!
Proudly Signed,
~Zazeendot :)
Oh, and, P.S., I hope you have a fantastic Halloween.
Leave a review telling me what you're going to dress-up as! I want to know!
Anyways, as always, I wish for your opinion of my story as well.
Halloween Story: Some of my friends are going as markers, and there's this one kid going as a robot, so we'll see how that turns out.
You know, I had really wanted to dress-up as Wal-Mart! And I did! Woo!
How you may ask?
Just put cardboard box with a hole in it, stuck it on, and inside were little Barbie dolls I haven't played with in a while, and clothes were spread out everywhere!
The logo was even on the cardboard (printed out the logo on google.)
Peace out, Homedogg! (In the name of Fred Figglehorn!)
Bye, Y'all!