I'm not really expecting many reviews :P I write more for the fun of it. So here's the second chapter, and I have to admit after reading over it, Sam is pretty OOC. Sorry, I hate it when that happens too :B Oh, and sorry again, I try to update as soon as I can but I have been bombarded with homework to do while off school. The government really knows how to down a kid's snow spirit. Thanks to Darkestpowerslover234. heh. custard.
I lifted a shaky hand and pressed the blue button. It made a buzzing sound and I saw a camera point towards me. I inched back towards the box.
"Freddie Benson?" An astounded voice asked.
"Ummm... Yes?" I didn't mean for it to come out like a question, but right now I am extremely confused. The man didn't reply, instead, the big black gate opened up. I ignored the fact that I didn't know what I was walking into or that I didn't know who this guy was or how the hell he knew my name.
I got to the doorsteps and climbed up sluggishly, still considering my reasons for turning around and fleeing home. I lifted a hesitant hand up and rang the doorbell, then taking a step back from the looming doors. They opened almost immediately, to show a short, elderly man dressed in a smart suit.
He beamed up at me. "Freddie Benson. Smart boy. Smart, smart boy." He muttered as he stood aside to let me in. I stepped through slowly. The entrance was amazing; a huge marble room with two curvy staircases on both sides and doors leading off in all directions. I stood in awe, gazing at my surroundings and the man to my left cleared his throat loudly in an attempt to get to get my attention.
I switched my gaze to him, and he was still smiling softly at me, but then he turned around and started to walk away.
"Her room is up the stairs, 3rd door on the right." He said over his shoulder softly. I stood idly for a second before running up the stairs as fast as I could, the confusion was seriously getting to me now. I knocked on her door quickly, before my common sense could catch up with me.
"Come in." Sam called, and I steadied my breath before barging in. She was laying stomach-down on a huge white bed in the middle of a baby blue room. It was plainly decorated, and there was a balcony leading off to the right.
She had earphones in, and hadn't noticed my spontaneous entrance.
"Sam." I said, reaching over and pulling on of her earphones out. She looked up at me and her eyes widened profoundly.
"Freddiot! What are you doing here?" She exclaimed, sliding off the bed to stand in front of me.
"Carly gave me an address. Sam, what the hell is going on? Carly was all mysterious and didn't tell me where I was going! Why do you live in the biggest house in Seattle!?" I fumed, finally voicing my confusion. She sighed, and sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to her invitingly. I sat down calmly, forgetting my anger as my shoulder brushed hers and my body tingled.
"The truth is... My Dad is the owner of Pear." She sucked in a breath and paused, probably awaiting my reaction. I sat there stock still, astounded. Well, how would you take it if your best friend just randomly told you she was the daughter of your all-time hero? Most likely better than me.
"Freddie? Breathe!" She shouted, waving her hand frantically in my face. I took a deep breath in, and she relaxed a little. "Look, I know you're probably not too keen on me right now, but just let me explain, okay?" I didn't answer, only slightly inclined my head towards her.
"You already know that my Dad left me and my Mum when I was 5, but I didn't tell you that he came back 2 years later. Obviously, he got complete custody over me, due to my Mum's incapability at parenthood. But I didn't want to leave, so he let me stay where I was, and moved here. I don't see him very often, probably once a week, but I love it here. All the staff are really great, and they let me do whatever I want. It's kinda like an afterschool paradise. But you have to understand that the only reason I didn't tell you was because I thought you might look at me different, and not treat me the same." At the last sentence she stopped twiddling her thumbs and locked her gaze on mine. I wanted to stay mad at her, after all she did keep about the biggest secret possible from me, but I melted under her stare.
I threw my arms around her shoulders, and she nuzzled her face into my chest as her arms snaked around my waist. I couldn't ignore how right she felt in my arms, and how delicate and soft she was considering the amount of strength she could muster when willed.
"I'm sorry." She mumbled almost inaudibly.
"It's okay." I reassured, stroking my hand through her silky golden curls. She pulled away swiftly, a stern look on her face.
"No, it's not. We're best friends, I should have told you." She suddenly lost her confidence, and fidgeted in her seat, finding her shoes incredibly fascinating. "I wanted to tell you, I really did, but I was scared. I didn't want things to change between us; I didn't want to lose you." She whispered. "Dork." She added, and I couldn't help but chuckle. She jumped off the bed, turning towards me and pointing an accusing finger at my face in one swift motion. I forced a blink and looked towards the fuming girl standing in front of me.
"Uhh! Why do you have to be so understanding?! It's killing me!" She shouted, pacing the room quickly before turning back to me with an expecting gaze.
"You want me to be angry?" I asked, and her eyes became pleading.
"Yes, for the love of all things ham. Yes!" She said shakily.
"Fine... Okay well. Y-you really should have told me. I mean we promised, all three of us, that we wouldn't keep anything from each other. Anything! And then just when I finally start to think that you might actually not hate me you go ahead and-"
"I never hated you." She cut in, and then instantly looked to the floor again.
"But you said-" I started.
"You really thought I meant it?" She gazed at me meaningfully.
"I-I guess not." I murmured. "But then why do you treat me the way you do?"
"Because... I'm not good at showing my real feelings." She whispered.
"And what would they be?" I prodded as I stood up, sneakily manoeuvring closer to her.
"Umm... Well, I... None of your business, geek!" She yelled. I laughed, quickly pulling her into a hug. She stiffened at first, but let herself melt into it, and resumed the previous position.
"You're not very good at being angry." She said, snuggling into my embrace.
"And you're extremely stubborn." She tilted her head back to look me in the eye.
"I resent that."
"Oh really? What if I told you I won't tell you anything unless you go first?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I would say you don't need to tell me anything. I can read you like a book, dork." She smirked, and my cheeks burned.
"Yeah? Read my mind, what am I thinking now?" I challenged, not moving my arms from around her.
"I'm not sure you want me to tell you that." She said, looking deep into my eyes.
"What? Why wouldn't I-?"
"Because you would just get embarrassed." She cut in.
"When has that ever stopped you?" I pointed out, and she laughed.
"True, but I'm still not gunna tell you."
"See! Stubbornness, right there." I accused, pulling back and untangling myself from her.
"Fine. I'll admit it, if you admit that you're a wimp." She challenged.
"Hey! I am not a wimp!" I wailed.
"Oh, please! You can't stay mad at me for more than 5 seconds! And you have never ever made one bold move in your life!"
"Oh, yeah?" I protested.
"Ye-" I pulled her close and pressed my lips to hers before she could respond. It was a chaste kiss, but it was sweet and soft and I found myself wanting more. I pulled back with a smirk on my face, to see her standing stiff and breathless.
"Bold enough for you?"