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Freddie pushed open the doors to the Groovy Smoothie and was immediately eye-raped by the bright red pulsing lights that covered every square inch of the store. The music was equally harsh on the senses; so loud, in fact, that the floor almost felt like it was moving below them and shaking Freddie's insides. Then, Sam stepped in next to him and everything just faded away, and he let himself stare at her without worrying about the consequences.
Every night for the past week Freddie had slept alone in his room, mulling over the three most obvious scenarios that he figured could play out if Sam learnt of his crush. Scenario one was his favourite; Sam would admit she had feelings for him too and they could spend the rest of their lives fighting and loving each other. Scenario two was what most outsiders would think of ; Sam breaking several bones in his body, threatening him, then moving on with her life. Freddie however, was smarter than the average bear and knew that the third scenario was the most likely. She'd push away from him, distance herself, and hate him. Sam was a runner, she'd run right after they kissed, and she skipped out soon as chiz got difficult. The thought of scenario three kept Freddie frozen in fear and completely clueless on what to do with his feelings for Sam.
The rest of the group quickly piled in after Sam, jolting Freddie out of his staring and possibly saving his life. Freddie had gone as a blueberry, and Sam as cherry, causing ripples of excitement throughout their group of friends, much to the confusion of him and Sam. Now, he was surrounded by a bunch of purple people who claimed they had gone as grapes.
Tonight was the 17th anniversary of the Groovy Smoothie and T-Bo was celebrating by having a huge party, where everyone who dressed entirely in one colour, representing a fruit, got a free smoothie.
"Nice outfits everyone," a huge man commented, "Here are your free smoothie passes," he handed each of them a small blue ticket as Freddie noticed his shirt said Groovy Smoothie across it in black letters. Everyone quickly pocketed the tickets and moved out of the way of the door.
"I love this song!" Tasha called out over the music, "Gibby, will you dance with me?"
"Oh yes I will, baby," Gibby smiled seductively, well as seductively as a Gibby could, and led Tasha out onto the dance floor.
"I'm gonna go get some smoothies," Carly yelled out in an overly casual voice, looking sharply at Spencer as she did so.
"Oh! Me too!" Spencer nodded vigorously, apparently understanding Carly, and the Shays moved quickly into the mess of people.
"Come on let's find somewhere to sit," Freddie held out his hand to Sam and prayed it wasn't sweating. She looked at his offer briefly before clasping her hand around his and allowing him to lead her to a table pushed off to the side of the restaurant.
"We have to pretend we're dating tonight," he reminded her, "Mackenzie might be here, and people we know are here."
Sam nodded at him, but her eyes quickly drifted to the dance floor, her feet tapping steadily under the table.
"Wanna dance?" he asked spontaneously, fear paralyzing him soon as the question left his mouth.
She just shrugged, "Yeah, sure, why not? It'll be funny to watch you fail at dancing!"
So, suddenly, she was taking control, as usual. She led him to the dance floor and they quickly found themselves, smack dab, in the middle of it. People were surrounding them no matter which way Freddie looked.
Sam didn't even warn him before starting to move along with the music and jumping all over the place, but Freddie found himself stiff as a board, stuck just watching her whip her hair around like she's, freaking, Willow Smith or something…not that it's unappealing to watch.
"What's your problem?" she stopped, apparently noticing his inactivity amidst her head thrashing, "You asked me to dance."
"I don't know how to dance!" Freddie confessed, to which of course she just rolled her eyes.
"Just move your body along to the music. It's easy, all humans can do it."
So he closed his eyes and started dancing to the music, thinking that at least this way, he can't see her laughing at him, but over the pounding music he could somehow still hear her. So with his eyes still closed Freddie reached out to put a hand over her mouth, but somehow completely misfired and ended up on her hip. Oh well, he's made a lot worse of mistakes before. Without stopping dancing he dared to move his other hand to her other hip. When she didn't stop dancing and start freaking out Freddie felt hope, and clung to it.
Without warning she was closer and her arms were on his arms, his shoulders, and his chest; they're everywhere, even grazing his cheek like she just noticed him for the first time and wants to touch every single part of his body.
Maybe, he thought, it's just a really fucked up and fantastic dream. Freddie cautiously opened his eyes to see her bright blue ones burning into his, a playful smile on her face as they danced together.
"You're not a bad dancer Benson," she commented, not having to yell because their faces are that close.
"You're not so bad yourself," he quipped, laughing when she rolled her eyes at the predictability of his line.
Without warning, Freddie moved his hand down Sam's back slightly and leaned forward, dipping her down till her hair was, nearly, sweeping the ground.
"You're a really great dance partner," Freddie whispered huskily, moving his face closer to hers and relishing the heated look in her eyes before he pulled them both up so fast she should've crashed into him, but ended up pressed right up against him.
"You ain't so bad yourself," Sam whispered back in his ear, her warm breath ruffling the hairs on his neck.
She put one hand on his neck and their dancing picked up pace. Freddie wasn't planning on seducing Sam Puckett tonight, but if it works he's, sure as hell, not going to complain.
"Hey, Brittany!" Sam shouted, pulling herself up on the counter, Freddie leaned on it beside her.
"Hi, Sam!" Brittany waved enthusiastically, her arm clad in purple like the rest of their friends.
"Garret," Sam nodded at Brittany's fiancée, who stood on the same side of the counter as them, dressed from head to toe in yellow, including a yellow rain hat that just looked completely ridiculous.
"So, what fruit are you?" Freddie asked, leaning forward a bit, not only so he could talk to Garret better, but also, so that he was that much closer to Sam.
"A lemon," Garret snapped, eyes furrowing under the brim of his rain hat.
"Jeff!" Brittany suddenly squealed, catapulting herself over the counter and into the arms of Jeff, all six feet, two inches of him covered in glorious purple.
"Where in the world did you find purple jeans in your size?" Brittany laughed, pulling him towards everyone else.
"Spray paint," Jeff told her, smiling down at her small purple frame.
"Brittany! Get back here and start making smoothies!" T-Bo demanded, throwing his orange arms in the air to illustrate his frustration.
"I'm coming!" Brittany screeched, pulling herself back over the counter in record time. This left Jeff standing next to Garret. Yes, Freddie knew Jeff was quite tall and Garret was surprisingly short, but seeing the two of them next to each other was so funny he quickly looked away to keep from laughing. He looked at Sam, but she wore a similar expression of amusement, her cherry red painted lips firmly pressed together as her eyes danced with unspoken laughter. Freddie idly wondered how much kissing it would take to get that lipstick off. Five minutes straight? Ten? He'd definitely be willing to test that out.
"Hey Brittany, wanna make us all large smoothies? My treat," Jeff smiled warmly from above Freddie, seeming much less menacing while dressed in purple.
"We got free smoothie passes," Freddie reminded him, earning a glare from Sam.
Jeff waved his comment off, "Save 'em for later, you guys are going to be thirsty if you're out there dancing all night."
"Thanks Jeff," he smiled up at his friend. At least he hoped he was Jeff's friend, he really needed a normal guy friend in his life.
"Yeah, thanks Jeffie!" Sam grinned at him, Freddie trying desperately to ignore the fact that she had given Jeff a nickname.
Jeff smiled back at Sam, who was almost at his height now that she was sitting on the counter, "So what does everyone want? Make sure you make yourself one too Brittany!"
"We don't need your charity," interjected Garret bitterly, attempting to glare up at Jeff, the attempt almost pathetic beneath his floppy hat.
"Garret, he's just being nice!" Brittany protested.
"I can pay for my own fucking smoothie," snapped Garret, reaching into his pocket and slamming a few dollar bills down on the counter to prove his point.
"Is he pmsing or something?" Sam whispered to Freddie, who once again had to hide his laughter.
"Chill out little guy, it was just an offer, I won't pay for yours then," Jeff grinned at Garret, who glared back, Brittany sighed in relief, and Sam smirked at Freddie as they exchange a kind of knowing glance.
A few minutes later; everyone was sucking on their smoothies; Brittany was getting significantly faster with the smoothie making when, timidly, she asked her fiancée a question.
"So, um, Garret. I get off in 20 minutes, do you wanna dance for a bit when I'm done working?"
"No." Garret's icy reply cut through the air like a knife and Brittany's normally cheerful face crumpled, quickly dropping to hide behind her curtain of dark straight hair.
Sam tensed up and Freddie instinctively grabbed her hand that was hovering above the counter, knowing she wanted nothing more than to punch Garret in the face. Sam whipped around to glare at him but he gave her a pleading look and Sam sighed in understanding, shaking off his hand.
But then Freddie glanced up at Jeff, whose face had turned to stone, and was fiercely glaring at Garret.
"I'll dance with you Brittany," Jeff offered, his voice strained and his eyes still burning into Garret's skull.
Instantly she brightened, "Okay, thanks Jeff!"
Garret rolled his eyes and Sam did the same back to him. When Brittany's break time came, Freddie watched Jeff lead her out onto the dance floor, her face shining, bright and happy, and Jeff's nearly glowing. That's when he realized that, although they might not know it, Jeff and Brittany were in love. Garret saw the same thing he did, but at the same time, doesn't see the love. He just snorted in disgust and left, not even stopping to say goodbye to Brittany.
"What a tool," Sam fumed soon as the last of Garret's yellow skinny jeans were out the door.
"Agreed," Freddie sucked back the last of his smoothie and wondered where Carly, Spencer, Gibby and Tasha ended up disappearing to.
"Some idiot people just love the wrong person," Sam muttered.
"Yeah," nodded Freddie, pulling himself up next to her on the counter.
"It's so stupid; they fall for someone who they think is perfect and amazing but no one is perfect and there's someone else right there in front of them, but they're too stupid and blind to see them, and that sucks, cuz that's who they should be with," Sam ranted, her fist coming down hard on the counter at the end.
"But sometimes the dumb person realizes," Freddie offered, not sure if they're still talking about Brittany.
Sam laughed bitterly, "Not usually. Most of the time they just stay in their little fantasy world and end up with their hearts crushed." She slid off the counter.
"I think Brittany will figure out she's in love with Jeff," Freddie said casually, sliding down next to her.
"Good for her," Sam replied darkly, starting to walk away from Freddie.
"I'm not in love with Carly anymore," Freddie called out to her. Slowly she turned around till she was facing him.
"You aren't?" her voice was hard, like she didn't believe him.
"Dating Mackenzie really helped me get over it, but I think I hadn't been in love with her for a long time, I just didn't realize," he smiled gently at her.
She shrugged, apparently having nothing to say. Freddie still caught the glimpse of the smile spread across her face before both turned to the door, instinctively reacting to the sudden noise coming from that direction.
Mackenzie walked through the doorway, backed by two huge men in suits, both holding stereos above their heads like that epic scene from 'Night At The Roxbury'. Freddie resisted the overwhelming urge to bang his head to the side to the beat of the music.
"Attention everyone!" Mackenzie shouted over both songs playing, "I have a very important announcement," T-Bo turned the music down, and everyone's chatter died down as two people carrying huge cameras squeezed in through the door and in front of Mackenzie.
"I'm having my birthday party this Saturday, starting at 4 in the afternoon! It's going to be filmed and paid for by MTV and you're all invited!" she completely screamed the last line and her announcement sent waves of excitement through the entire smoothie serving establishment.
"It's for the show, 'My Sweet 16' so make sure you come and bring me a really awesome gift!" Mackenzie beamed like a pageant queen, giving one final wave to her fans before instructing the two men to turn her music off. T-Bo took this as a sign to pump his tunes back up, which he immediately did. Nearly everyone in the room started dancing right away, fueled with the promise of cheap fame and an awesome party. Freddie stepped forward to Sam and was just about to ask her to dance when suddenly another blonde pushed past her and into his arms for a hug.
"Freddie!" Mackenzie's joyful voice was accompanied by the piercing glare of a camera, Freddie hesitantly put his arms around Mackenzie, not sure if Sam's glaring or the camera was making him feel more awkward.
"I've missed you soooooo much," she cooed, gently running her hairs through his hair.
"Mind stepping away from my boyfriend? Hope it isn't too much of an inconvenience," Sam spat sarcastically, pushing her way between Freddie and Mackenzie, instantly relaxing every inch of Freddie that was tensed up.
"You're still with this cheating whore?" Mackenzie's nose crinkled in disgust.
Sam opened her mouth, and Freddie knew, just knew, that she was about to protest and freak out and say that they were fake dating so it doesn't count. Holy llamas with hats, she was about to ruin everything! Freddie did the only thing he could think of, which was grabbing her by the waist, spinning her around to face him, and kissing her as hard as he could.
Suddenly everything was pounding; his heart was pounding, the floor was pounding, his head was pounding and he could feel her heart pounding against his chest too. He couldn't keep his hands still and all he could think was greedy thoughts about how he wanted more of her so his began moving his hands all over the place and grabbing her, and pulling her so close that soon the pounding of her heart was louder than the music in the background.
He thought that, maybe, he heard Mackenzie stomp off, but he's not really sure because Sam's tongue just slipped inside his mouth and the only thoughts he can muster are more carnivorous thoughts about her. Roughly, he grabbed one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist, having no time to be surprised at how flexible she is. She instantly caught on and did the same with her other leg, all the while exploring his mouth and fighting with his tongue.
Freddie began to slowly move his hands up and down along Sam's curves while still keeping a good hold on her. He felt very accomplished when she broke away and moaned ever so softly, the sound making it hard for Freddie to keep them both standing. He was insanely grateful to feel the support of the Groovy Smoothie counter when he stepped backwards.
"Little bit overdone just to piss her off, dontcha think?" Sam asked in a breathy whisper, opening her eyes that were wide and glassy.
"You're not complaining," Freddie smirked, feeling rather cold as Sam dropped her legs from where they were hooked around his waist.
"Sorry, I've been so busy fake dating you I haven't had a good makeout session in weeks," Sam shot back, stepping away and detangling herself completely from his neck, also now cold from where hands were tightly wrapped before.
"We'll have to do that again sometime," Freddie joked casually, although secretly he wanted nothing more than to do it again; right then and every day for the next 50 years.
Sam just rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, sure dork. I'm gonna go find Carly, make sure she hasn't found another asshole who'll break her heart."
Before Freddie could protest Sam disappeared, blending in with the rainbow of dancing people. Still basking in the glow of their kiss Freddie let himself fall back against the counter, also allowing his eyelids to fall closed as he remembered every detail of their kiss.
"So, how long have you been in love with Sam?" a vaguely familiar voice interrupted Freddie's daydream and it took him a second, but he pegged the voice to Jeff.
Maybe it's just cuz he intruded on Freddie's favourite memory, or maybe because Sam once said he was hot, but either way Freddie found himself saying "Probably as long as you've been in love with Brittany."
Freddie opened an eye to see Jeff with a rather depressed look on his face and instantly Freddie feels terrible.
"How long have you loved her?" he asked softly.
"Since sixth grade," Freddie nodded at Jeff's statement and for a minute the young adult and the teenager are both silent.
"I'll tell if you tell," Jeff whispered, so quiet and hoarse that Freddie barely heard.
One again, not saying anything, Freddie just nodded, his subconscious forcing him to act on his feelings.
"Deadline is Mackenzie's party. You in?" Jeff turned his dark green eyes on Freddie and stuck out a hand. Freddie numbly nodded, then shook Jeff's hand. With nothing else to say Jeff bought Brittany a smoothie and left.
Coming out of his daze Freddie realized he just agreed to profess his love for Sam. He, also, realized he should probably put his therapist on speed dial for the aftermath of Sam's reaction.
And maybe 911.
…
Yeah….definitely 911.
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