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And with that, I drifted into a long sleep, and dreamed her very dream.

CHAPTER 3-Here We Go

::::::::::Freddie's POV::::::::::

I suddenly awoke with a gasp. I felt as if I was out of breath. I glanced at the clock on my desk, it read 10:23 AM. I got up and rubbed my eyes. I looked around my room, and my eyes locked on my phone. I grabbed it, and saw if I had any new texts. Nope. I pressed the New Text button. My thumbs began typing on the letters.

We need 2 talk.

I pressed the Send To button. I scrolled down on my PearPhone until I came to her name. I pressed it, and the message sent.

I waited, and waited, and waited. No message back. I went back to my sent messages to make sure I send it to the right person.

To: Sam

We need 2 talk.

Yep. I had sent it to the right person. I got up and walked over to my computer, and I slowly sat down. I clicked on the internet browser, and loaded up Twitter. I signed in.

Username: Fredwardo92

Password: ********

Sam had updated.

I lost my phone. I'll b at Carly's around 11.

SUNDAY, APRIL 5

Of course. I guess I'll just have to go over there and talk to her.

::::::::::Sam's POV::::::::::

I started gathering things into my backpack, including clothes, notebooks, pencils, and of course my cellphone. I hadn't actually lost it. I only wrote that so I could avoid the conversation I would have to have with the dork. I saw the text message, I just didn't want to reply. So, I lied, and said I lost my phone. Not that lying isn't a normal thing for me, because it is. I guess I just feel kinda weird lying about something involving Freddie.

I got up, and draped my backpack lazily over my right shoulder, where it sagged. I checked the time, 10:42 AM. I walked out of my messy room, and closed the door. I began through the tight hallway, and down the filthy steps. My mom must have heard my footsteps because she woke up. She was draped on the couch with a beer bottle lightly held in her hand.

"I'm going to Carly's". I said to her."Be back whenever"

"Whatever", my mom replied as she fell back asleep and spilled her almost empty beer bottle onto the already dirty floor.

Honestly, I did not want to turn out like that. I knew that if I stayed in this house all the time, I would. That's one of the main reasons I was out all the time. That, and I like to see Freddie. Tell anyone I said that, and I will punch you in the throat. Oh wait, these are my thoughts.

I walked out the front door of the run-down home I sadly lived in, and began on my way to Carly's.

::::::::::Freddie's POV::::::::::

It was already 10:50 AM. I figured I didn't need to leave early, considering I lived right next door. I decided to pack up a few things, my laptop, cellphone, and a list of things my mother told me not to eat...

It doesn't matter though. She thinks that if I take that list, I automatically wont eat junk food. As soon as I'm out of her sight, I always do.

I glanced at the mirror hanging on my wall, and practiced any of the things I might say to Sam. Looking into a mirror and saying things doesn't always work. Yeah, you can see what you look like when you say it. But you never know what the other person's reactions will be. And that's what frightens me. I looked at my watch, it was 10:56 AM.

I walked out of my room, and started on my way to the door when I heard a voice too familiar to me.

"Freddie, where are you going?", my mom asks me.

"I am going over to Carly's for a little while".

"How long are you going to be over there?", she asks.

"I don't know".

"Well, call me every half-hour so I know that you are okay", she demands of me.

"Mom, Spencer will be---", she cuts me off.

"And don't forget your 'Eat Healthy' list", she reminds me.

"Right Mom, I know, bye", I say as I walk out the door.

She says something else, but I close the door before I can hear her. I walk towards Carly's door, until I am stopped by something. Sam and I had collided.

"Oh, hey Sa--", I try to say.

"Watch where your going next time, Fredgeek", Sam says to me.

I just sigh and let her walk past me into the Shay's apartment. She plops down onto the couch, and throws her backpack next to her.

"I'm sorry I ran into you", I say to Sam.

I look around the apartment, only to see no one is around. I hear nothing but the quiet sounds of trickling water. I look back at Sam to see that she is copying my actions.

"It's fine. Just sit down, dork", she replies.

I move her backpack, and sit down next to her, fairly close. I place my stuff on the coffee table in front of us. This begins the long awkward silence that follows.

"So I guess Carly is in the shower", I say to Sam, breaking the silence.

"Yeah...so what did you want to talk to me about?", Sam asks me.

"Well, I---wait...how did you know I wanted to talk to you?".

"Uhh...I just had a feeling?", she asks me, trying to cover something up.

Okay, well its obvious now that she didn't lose her phone. But why would she lie?

::::::::::Sam's POV::::::::::

Uh oh, I was in for it now. He was going to be really mad. I don't want him to be mad at me, that's the last I want. Why must I hide these feelings for so long...why?

"You didn't lose your phone, did you?", Freddie asked me.

"Err...no".

"Why did you lie to me?", he asked me another question.

Ugh! So many questions. I am not good at tests, why does he think this would be any different?

"I just didn't...I didn't want to have a serious conversation over text!", I blurted out.

Did I just say serious conversation?

::::::::::Freddie's POV::::::::::

It is sort of a serious conversation. I did what my instincts told me, and I grasped her hand in mine. She began to focus on our hands, and her fingers began to twitch. I let a smirk crawl onto my face.

"Well, now that I know you were hiding something...I think I should tell you something too.", I told her, becoming nervous.

"What?", she asked me, looking concerned.

I took a deep breath. Feeling the air go through my nose and down my throat, only to come back out again.

"I-I...you see, heres what happened", I was becoming increasingly nervous. I began breathing heavily, afraid of her reaction.

"Out with it boy!", Sam said catching my attention, her hand still connected with mine.

"I-I saw what you wrote about me on Twitter!", I had said it.

"WHAT?!", her hand quickly unlatched from mine.

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Well...THAT was a fun experience. It seems that everytime I write, it is always really late at night...or early in the morning I should say.

Please review, and tell me what you think. Should I keep going?

-xbxspac3