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#6-Christmas:

Joy, love, peace, and happiness. It was Christmas and of course these were the emotions running through everyone's hearts. House glowed in festive lights and Christmas tree were displayed at every picture window. Snow blanketed the streets and carols echoed down the lanes. Churches were in enlightenment, malls were packed, Fake Santa's asking every child for what they want for Christmas. That was, but not in his heart.

For the past two weeks, Freddie found himself lost and separate from everyone. School was decorated in bright lights and holly along the lockers, but he wouldn't comment of the beauty. His mind was distracted from what a certain blonde headed demon had said to him.

He actually could beat Sam at something, just for flipping the guitar the other way. She flipped out and she hurt him. Yet the interesting part was why she left so quickly. She wouldn't feel guilty. Sam wouldn't care. She's selfish.

Even with the holidays being unpleasant enough, his mother only made it worse when she assigned him to a soup kitchen at a local church. She wanted to show him the true meaning of Christmas but Freddie couldn't see it.

He tied his apron around and followed a group of volunteers to the cafeteria. Long tables were already set out and a line of people was ready to be served. Freddie sighed and went behind the serving counter. Hot stew was being served with bread and mashed potatoes. The only refreshments though was tap water which made sense.

Four people were serving the meals while Freddie and two others were unpacking more bread and bottled water. The line was moving quickly but Freddie was distant. His mind was still on the fight.

He and Sam hadn't talked to each other for two weeks. They'd pass each other in the hall but wouldn't say anything. Even with the web show, Freddie would only talk to Carly. Sam wouldn't care. The fight probably meant nothing to her. Carly suspected the tension between them but didn't ask, which Freddie was quite relieved about.

"Yo, dude," someone said, tapping his shoulder.

"Wait just a sec," Freddie said, not turning around.

"Look, I'm hungry and so is my mom." It was a girl talking to him.

"Wait for just a minute!" Freddie snapped, turning around to the girl. He knew her and was lost for words.

"Sam?" Freddie gasped.

"Oh, no," Sam mumbled, shuffling her feet. People moved past her. Her clothes were her casual style yet her hair looked greasy.

"I thought you were someone else," she said, her brows furrowing.

"What are doing in a soup kitchen?" Freddie asked, hands on the counter.

"I'm not telling you, Benson. You'll tell everyone," Sam replied, staring at the ladle next to the soup pot.

"It depends."

"On what."

"If you apologize." Sam froze and looked up at Freddie. He was serious, but there was a hint of that expression from the fight. Sam swallowed hard and stared down.

"Can I have some soup, please?" Sam said, through her teeth. Freddie obliged, taking the ladle and pouring two bowls of hot stew. He slid the bowls to Sam who took them, still glaring at him, and moved down the line. Freddie followed, his eyes cold as he stared at Sam bitterly.

"Stop staring, Fredward," Sam warned.

"It's just ridiculous. Making yourself look good in front of these people."

"Okay, you know what?!" Sam screamed, slapping her stray of food on the counter. Everyone in the room got quiet, "You really wanna know why I'm here with these people?! Because I'm one of them! This is my Christmas! A hot meal and actually talking to my mom! No presents anymore, especially in this economy! So you know what? I actually feel sorry for you! ME! Of all people! You have so much more than you know. A home, a mother you loves you, friends, good grades, and all that sort of chiz! So yeah, Freddie. I'M SORRY! I'm sorry you just can't get you're way with all that you have. I have nothing but the clothes in my closet!"

There was an eerie silence when Sam had to catch her breath.

"So, you're life sucks. It must be such pain to look at people like meet and at least see some dignity." Sam then stopped out of the cafeteria, Freddie staring after her.

He was stunned, confused, regretful, hurt, and curious. People watched her leave but then watched Freddie follow her out.

He stepped out of the building, meeting the cold winter air. He looked down both ways and found a shadow blurred into the canvases. He went to it to find Sam standing there, her arms crossed, and look up at the night sky with a bitter face.

"Sam. I had no idea-"

"I know. I was loud," Sam said. She breathed in the air, closing her eyes and then exhaling.

"I'm sorry." Sam chuckled under breath at Freddie's apology.

"No. I'm sorry. I kinda overreacted in there," Sam said, facing Freddie.

"But soup kitchens, Sam? Why didn't you tell me and Carly?" Freddie asked. Sam shrugged.

"I dunno. I can't make myself look weak," Sam took to a shaky breath, "You have no idea how hard that is. I can't feel guilty or regretful about anything. But I felt that when I yelled at you a while ago. It kills me."

"But you're Sam Puckett. The girl you takes risks," Freddie slipped his hand into hers. She froze, "Why not take a chance to care about someone besides yourself."

Sam sighed contently and squeezed his hand. That was her promise to him. Freddie smiled with her.

Joy, love, peace, and happiness. They sure found it this Christmas.

I liked this one. Don't know why but it was cute. I would edit the grammar and all but it's late right now. So good night!

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