iBelieve this is it
(Freddie's POV)
Morning arrived at last. The sunshine peered through the blinds of my window; to which I greeted by letting out the mother of all moans. Even throwing a pillow to make it go away. That epicly failed. I was then greeted by the mother of all hangovers. No punking, but the most god awful headache ever. I groaned again.
Something felt...off. I reached next to me, usually feeling Sam's breathing. But she wasn't there. Maybe she got up early? Heading downstairs, I hollered her name.
"Sam?" Sometimes she gets up early and cooks me breakfast. Was she at work? Well, it was 11:13 in the morning, but I noticed something else too. All the pots and pans were gone. The livingroom was vacated of Little Sam's toys too. Did something happen last night. I just remember I was sitting in my office and...oh no.
Sherryl.
I slept with her. No...no...no.
I got the phone and dialed a number.
I hope Sam picks up.
...
(Sam's POV)
The hotel was generous enough to let me stay in a room and put all my stuff in their storage room. I told Little Sam that me and Uncle Freddie were just not getting along lately. She didn't question after that.
I made some frozen toaster waffles for Little Sam.
"Here you go sweetie." It was the only food that I grabbed when we left Freddie's. I figured that we'd go shopping later or something. I looked over and saw Little Sam just staring at her waffles, glumpishly.
"What's wrong honey?"
"Uncle Freddie makes them better."
"You haven't even eaten them yet."
"Yeah, but I know they won't be as good." I walked over to little Sam and sat across from her.
"How do you know? Sweetheart, I'm a professional cook. I think I know how to make frozen waffles as good as some scumbag pear CEO." I grumbled.
"But every morning when you'd go to work, before I went to school, he'd make me some and spread some peanut butter in the shape of a heart in the middle of them with some chocolate chips." I sighed, cupping my cheek with my hand.
"Well, this'll have to do until we get some peanut butter. You need to get ready so Huuang can take you to school." She nodded and trotted back into the room. My cell started ringing. It read:
My one and only dork 3
Rolling my eyes at the name, I contemplated on answering it. Maybe he was calling to apologize. Why do I even care. I closed my eyes and pressed talk.
"What?" I answered coldly.
...
(3 months later)
Good news...Freddie and I are on good terms again.
But we both decided, for the sake of our already strained relationship, that we'd never move in together or let our relationship go beyond a friendship. That phone call from earlier was his apology and his explination for what happened. But I feel like he left something out.
Why was he even drunk in the first place?
Anyway, Huuang like, dissapeared. Where the hell is she? Last time she dissapeared like this, she came back with her hair messed up and her dress on backwards...What the-
*buzz*
My phone started to vibrate. It was my boss, again.
"Hello?"
...
"You wanted to talk to me?" Freddie asked as he held his hands together. One of the waitresses from my restraunt brought him his tea. After mouthing a 'thank you' and putting in some sugar, he took a drink.
"Yes." I started. We were sitting in a booth at my restraunt. Today I had some very big news to tell Freddie. I took a deep breath and began to explain.
"Well, some european guy ate here a few days ago and he really liked the restraunt. Apparently he's like the harshist food critic in Europe."
"Sam, that's fantastic!"
"Yeah, it is." I said flatly.
"You don't sound too excited." He chuckled. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. He wants to open up one in Paris."
"Wow! That's exciting."
"But...he wants me to open it. That means I have to move there." Freddie continued to sip his tea until it was nothing but ice. Speechless, he looked up at me.
"Are you saying that you have to move to Paris?"
"Possibly. If I say yes."
"Well...what'd you tell him?"
"..."
"Sam...?"
"I told him...yes." He looked down at his drink. Stirring the straw inside of it. I felt absolutely horrible. Not only would I be leaving him, but he'd never see his daughter either. Even though he doesn't know it's his kid, they have such a special bond. I grabbed his hands from across the table, stroking them softly.
"When do you leave?" He managed to speak out.
"3 days. Little Sam's coming with Huuang 4 days after. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'm strong, I can handle it." He half-smiled as we got up. Outside the restraunt, we went our separate ways, giving each other a hug and a quick peck on the cheek before drifting apart once again.