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"I wanna see Mike," Sam informed him, her big blue eyes boring into skull.
Keeping his attention on the TV; Freddie groaned, "The sun is going to start setting in a few hours and my mom will be home soon. If we're gone when she gets back, she'll freak."
"Freeeeedddddddddiiiiiiiieeee," Sam whined, aiming a half hearted kick at his shin, "he's like my grandfather and I miss him. And I bet he misses me."
Freddie exhaled softly, furrowing his eyebrows together. Mike probably did miss Sam, and besides him and Spencer he was kind of her only family right now.
"Come on, Freddie!" Sam pleaded again, now starting to poke him on the side of his head.
"Why do you even need me to go? Why don't you just take off?" Freddie questioned, finally turning to face her, ignoring the jabs she continued, now hitting his cheek.
Sam shrugged, "I dunno we've been hanging out all summer and every time I go somewhere you think you're some sort of knight in shining amour and come rescue me. I just figured I'd save you to trouble."
Snorting Freddie gently slapped her finger away from his cheek, "Oh please, you love being rescued!"
"I do not!" Sam yanked her finger away and glared at him.
"Yes you do! You're just like every other girl in the world who wants to have her prince ride up on a white horse and carry her off into the sunset!" Freddie threw his arms up in the air to gesture this but Sam just rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. I'll be with Mike. Don't worry about making up your bed for me tonight," before Freddie could protest Sam had pushed herself up from the couch and practically ran out the door, grabbing his favourite hoodie on the way out.
Groaning Freddie let his head fall back on the couch, mentally hating himself for losing his temper. She'd just sounded so ungrateful for everything he did! Didn't she understand the sacrifices he was making for her?
Nonetheless Freddie knew he shouldn't have said what he said. It wasn't like he meant it. But, of course, Sam didn't want to be compared to a hopeless, daffodil princess, and no girl wants to be told that they're just like every other girl.
Spencer walked in on Freddie's self hatred/pity session, immediately taking note that both Sam and Freddie's hoodie were missing.
"You got in a fight huh?" Spencer asked knowingly.
"Yes."
"You're gonna go after her aren't ya?"
"…Yeah."
"You're so whipped," Spencer giggled.
"I am not!" Freddie protested, his head shooting up, "I just care about Sam! She's like one of my best friends!"
"Suuuuuuuuureeeeee," Spencer teased his voice all high and innocent.
"Whatever, I gotta go," Freddie growled, standing up and grabbing his second favourite hoodie, slamming the door behind him.
Chuckling Spencer sat down on the couch and swung his feet up on the coffee table, "He's so whipped."
Freddie cautiously pushed open the gate to the junkyard. He was surprised when the gate swung right open, welcoming him in. Freddie stepped inside, taking in the discarded junk, piled higher than him on both sides of the wide path. It had seemed so much creepier when he was here with Spencer, now it just looked like a graveyard for all the stuff that humans didn't want anymore. It made sense that the people who could find no comfort from the world, found comfort here….
It didn't take long to spot Sam; stretched out in a lawn chair, ranting to Mike. Quietly Freddie leaned forward, unsure of whether or not to approach her. Hadn't she JUST clarified she didn't want to be rescued by him? What the hell was he doing here anyways? Since when had he cared so much about Sam's safety, especially when she could obviously take care of herself?
Freddie's teenage musing came to an abrupt halt when he noticed Sam's steady stream of chatter stop. Not like he could hear what she was saying before, but now he couldn't hear anything. Peeking out from the teetering pile of broken TVs he had hid himself behind, Freddie could see Mike say something softly to Sam, who closed her eyes and breathed slowly, nodding with whatever she was saying. When she opened her eyes there was a much more peaceful look to them and she was smiling. She stood up then and most likely said something to Mike before giving him a hug and turning to walk off.
Freddie was too focused on the whole scene, when he realized that Sam was just feet away. He decided that he'd better hide, or face a beating. Quickly Freddie scrambled into the nearest thing he could find; a dryer with a windowless door and a hole punched through the top. He tumbled it and closed the door behind him, feeling his breathing pick up as the crunch of her shoes on gravel neared. His heart hammered until they were completely out of hearing range, Freddie cautiously poked his head up through the hole, relieved to see his hoodie just a dot disappearing in the distance. Wasting no time Freddie pulled himself out of the dryer, and jumped off on the ground, running soon as his feet hit it. He had to get to Mike, that crazy old hobo obviously was on Sam's good side; maybe he could help Freddie get on her good side too. Or at the very least he could say where Sam ran off to, assuming she had told him.
"She's not like most girls," was the first thing Mike said when Freddie came to a skidding top at his lawn chair.
"I know," Freddie panted. Possibly Sam WAS right, he should probably start working out at the gym.
"She doesn't want to be rescued Freddie…" Mike warned, turning his stare to Freddie, surprising him with a cold pair of blue eyes.
"I know, I know. Can you just tell me where she is?" Freddie asked, trying not to lose his temper at the homeless man trying to tell him how to treat HIS best friend.
Mike sighed and moved his gaze back to the ground, gently tracing patterns with the tip of his worn out shoe.
"I know she's mad at me, but we fight all the time!" Freddie pleaded, yes he was now pleading with a hobo, in a junkyard, over a girl that bullies him daily. What would his mother say?
"She's not mad at you. She's just frustrated you don't seem to know the real her, she thought you understood who she was," Mike looked up at the sky now, his brown dirty hat a striking contrast to the bright blue sky.
"Look," Freddie shuffled in front of Mike's chair until he was in the path of his gaze, "I know what kind of girl Sam is. She's a jerk, and she's crazy, and she's mean, and she loves driving me insane, but she's also funny, and cool, and just….Sam. I was stupid when I said that, I was just trying to piss her off."
Mike nodded, a small smile creeping across his face, "She's at the Groovy Smoothie. Run as fast as those dorky little legs can take you, and buy her smoothies. Make sure to compliment her on an insult or a punch or something and everything will be just fine."
"Thanks Mike!" Freddie's eyes lit up and he took off out of there as fast as his dorky little legs could carry him. He heard Mike's carefree laughter follow him out of the junkyard and onto the street.
Freddie looked around, nonchalantly, trying his hardest to appear casual while he entered the Groovy Smoothie. Sam could not find out he followed her and went to Mike for advice.
Upon entering the Groovy Smoothie Sam was pretty hard to miss. She was leaning over the counter, pulling T-Bo forward by a fistful of his shirt while she screeched at him about there being blueberries in her smoothie. Freddie couldn't help but laugh when he saw Brittany just to the side of the whole ordeal with her cellphone out, probably videotaping it. When she noticed Freddie giggling by the door she used her free hand to wave enthusiastically, keeping her camera on Sam and T-Bo. Sam noticed her waving and followed it to Freddie, who promptly went pale at the sight of Sam's pissed off blue eyes.
Sam dropped T-Bo's shirt and glared at him, "Make it again, this time with no blueberries," she hissed, shooting a dirty look at Brittany and her camera when she was done. Innocently, Brittany shrugged, stopping the recording and tucking it away in her pocket.
"They put blueberries in Mike's smoothie. Can you believe that?" Sam ranted as she stomped to Freddie, who had gained his composure quite nicely.
"Blueberries…?"
"Make him sick. He's deathly allergic, and it's not like he can afford a trip to the hospital!" Sam huffed as she sat down, sucking on her own smoothie fiercely.
Guardedly, Freddie sat down across from her, still feeling like she might pounce on him, "Have you paid yet?" Freddie asked tentively, to which she shook her head no.
With no further conversation Freddie stood up and walked to the counter, paying for Sam's smoothies and one for himself. When he sat back down with her she seemed much more relaxed, especially after taste testing Mike's smoothie and confirming it had no blueberries in it.
"That was pretty cool," Freddie commented, attempting to keep his composure and not blurt out that he had followed her to the junkyard.
"What was?" she asked, frowning.
"You yelling at T-Bo."
"I'm always like that."
"I know. That's the way you are."
Sam looked at him questioningly, and Freddie felt like slamming his head onto the table and just leaving it there until he died of shame. Why couldn't he just say she was awesome just the way she was? How could Bruno Mars do it so easily? Why did every girl like that song so much anyways? To Freddie it just sounded like a cheesy pickup line put to music and girls hated those!
"Fredddddie," Sam droned, pulling him out of his thoughts.
"Look, Sam, I'm sorry. You're not some princess waiting to be rescued, and you're not like every other girl. You're Sam, you're special. Can you forgive me?" Freddie looked at her hopefully, with his biggest, brownest, puppy doggiest eyes. Yeah sure, it wasn't cool and casual like Mike had suggested, but at least he hadn't gotten up and started singing.
"Yeah Fredweiner, it's cool," Sam punched his shoulder, a tad gentler then usual and smiled happily at him, "I'll see you tonight kay? I gotta get this smoothie to Mike."
"So I'll be sleeping on the floor again tonight?" Freddie smirked, watching her get up and walk towards the door.
She paused, "Well if I was a princess I'd probably let you have a turn on the bed, but since we just established I'm anything but, I guess you're sleeping on the ground!" she smirked back at him, then left with a flourish, throwing open the door and stepping away into the bright sunlight. Freddie chuckled.
That was Sam…
His Anti-Princess.
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