How's it going? I don't own anything! I'M INNOCENT!
Chapter 8:
Sam's POV
"Wait does this mea-" I was cut off by his lips on mine. He opened his mouth I opened mine, we slid our tounges in eachothers mouths. "It means exactly that."He said before kissing me again. We finally broke apart to breathe.
"Freddie." "Yes Sam." "I love you. You've always been there for me, no matter what. And you care and I just love you." I said before kissing him again. "I love you to Sam."
My stomach growled. "Trust Sam to ruin a moment." He smirked. I smirked back. "Well I don't want you to starve so let's go."
He stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. We walked to the kitchen, hand in hand. "Sit down, Princess Puckett." He ordered me, kindly. I sat down, and he walked over to the fridge. He walked over and put a plate of ham on the table in front of me. "Thanks Prince Charming." I said sarcastically.
When I was done he asked. "I know that technically we are, but, you wanna go out Sam." "Let me answer you by doing this." I stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him over to the couch. We both sat down, and I started kissing him. I felt him smile. "I'm going to guess that your answer is yes" "You guessed correctly, dork." "But I'm your dork, remember?" "Yeah, don't worry, I'm not going to forget." "Hopefully." I smirked.
I saw the clock and saw that it was six a.m. Wow I've been here for three hours.
I kissed him again. I heard talking outside, but I was too busy to notice. Then I heard two screams.
I looked past Freddie's head, and Freddie shot his head around. Oh no.