(Freddie's POV)
Later that night...
It's been hours, and I'm still frozen; just sitting here, with a blank mind.
This isn't possible.
I cuddle up with my blue Ickie doll, Phil.
I keep thinking to myself: This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.
But, it is.
I should probably be heading to Sam's room.
"Paul, drag me to Sam's room, please?" I whisper, with my voice all sore-like.
He nods, an does exactly what I asked him to do. I held on Phil, for safety measures.
"Thank you," I say, when I reached the door.
I reach for the knob, but my muscles fell numb. Instead, I try to knock on the door. Not with my hand, but with my head.
Luckily, Sam answers by the fifth knock, which made me really dizzy.
"Freddie! What are you doing on the floor?" Sam says. She is in a really happy mood...The world must be ending.
"I...You...Night..." I thought for the right words, but none came.
"Here, Freddie," Sam helped me up. "Just rest on my bed."
I try to relax, but I can't.
"You alright?" she asks.
"Not...really..."
"Come on, Freddie, talk to me!"
"Fine..." I say, in a raspy voice. "It's your fault that I'm like this. I really am not comfortable with you in the same room. It just...bugs me."
"It's okay..." She started to pat me on the head.
"Who are you and what have you done to Sam?" I question.
"Oh my gosh. Who am I!" She shakes her head insanely, then says, "Sorry, Fredwardo. I didn't know what I was thinking. Back to the point. Freddie, I gotta tell you something. Promise me that you're not going to freak out."
"Okay..."
"Freddie, I..." She took a deep breath, then said those words I never wanted to hear from Samantha Puckett's mouth: "I. Love. You."
"No, you don't-"
"Yeah, I do."
I hung on to Phil for life, "Don't talk about it. Let's just go to sleep."
We both got in to bed. I turned off the lights.
But, no matter what I do, I'm still wide awake.
Next thing you know, she is cuddling up with me.
She giggles a little bit. Good thing I'm not facing her.
Both of her arms are wrapped around me. For some reason, I'm enjoying the warmth she's giving me.
Maybe this isn't so bad after all.
But, I can't love her back. I'm in love with Carly. But, I can't break Sam's heart either.
"Freddie..." she mumbles.
"Yeah?" I whisper.
"I know that...you love Carly...so...I may as well...date...Jake..."
That's it! He's kind of like me, but I have no idea what his personality is.
"You should," I tell her.
I find her gentle hand, and I get a hold of it.
I smile at the fact that she's in love with me, and yet she threatens me. She must have lived a hard life. I did also...
Was it tough love? I guess...
Getting...sleepy...
The next morning...
Hm...The sweet greeting of morning. Carly's perfume and the sound of her giggle.
"Morning, sleepy-head," she greets. I look at the digital clock and see: 9:00 A.M.
"Good morning, Carly. Where's Sam?" I ask.
"She's out for a walk with Jake and Spencer," she answers.
"Oh. Well, that's nice. So, um, why are you up a little early?"
"I'm just checking if you're fine and everything. I promised to myself that I'll be helping you with anything."
"Oh, Carly, you don't need to do that."
"No I don't need to, but I want to."
"That's so nice of you, but I think I have to talk to Sam."
"Go ahead, then, Freddie. Just get dressed. I'll be in my room when you need something." Carly started to walk to her room.
"Oh, right," I tell myself.
Later...
"Hey Sam!" I shout.
"Huh? Oh, hey Fredward. Nice day today, isn't it?" she greets.
"Yeah, sure. Anyways, why have you been acting so weird lately?"
"Well, ever since I told you that thing last night, I try to be more gentle."
"You don't have to. I like the normal Sam, who likes to torture me, but not me myself, Freddie Benson."
"I tortured you for all these years because I tried to distract myself from my crush on you. Excuse me. I need a minute."
Sam...started to...cry. Inch by inch, she got closer to me. Then, she hugged me. I felt bad that she's like this, so, I tried to comfort her...By hugging back. There it is again. It's that enjoyable warmth that Sam gives off. It sends shivers up and down my spine, but it makes me smile.
"It's alright, Sam. I'm here," I say. "But, last might, you murmured that you would be going for Jake, not me. Well, as being a good friend, you should. You were right, I do love Carly, but I can't leave you like this either. I can't like two girls at the same time. As for now, just stick on to Jake; I need time to think whether or not to like you back. You'll be fine. I promise."
"O-okay. But, if this doesn't work out, I'll crawl back to you."
"Don't worry, I'll still be here for you."
"But, I don't want to let you go."
"Listen to me, Sam!" I pull her apart from me to just make a point. "You got to stay strong! Face the facts."
"No, I can't. Now, I'm too scared to do thins on my own. I don't know why, though."
"Maybe this will change your mind." My mind went blank again when this happened. MY lips met hers. I may not like her so much, but she does need some comfort, and everyone else is too scared to help her. Kissing Sam for the second time isn't so bad.
After like...1 minute, I broke the kiss.
"Now will you just stand up for yourself and go for Jake?" I ask.
"Of course I will. I'll do it, for you," Sam answers with a smile.