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iStill Love You
chapter 5:
Freddie's Pov
I was busy brewing a pot of coffee when I heard the door jingle and a sound of keys being placed in the glass bowl next to the door in a wooden long table and footsteps in the living room.
"Sam? Is that you?" I asked over my shoulder.
"Yeah."
"You want some coffee? I'm making one." I told her.
"Sure. I'll just shower and I'll join you later."
I heard her footsteps disappear from hearing range and a door being closed. After I met up with the production people and learned that they're happy to help me produce my film - I still need to discuss those important matters to Sam - I come home seeing the house empty. I even went across the hall and asked if Sam's still there and to my surprise, Carly told me she left few hours ago which made me think.
I had a little chat with Carly asking how's her visit in Spokane although I know that she went there for work, but still. I bid goodbye to Carly and found myself outside of the building and calling for a cab to drive to the nearest grocery store. I've decided earlier to make Sam a good dinner when she gets back.
The memories of our moment just this morning cross my mind. How close we were to kissing but then something made her retreat. Honestly, it hurt me and at the same time kind of relieved. Hurt because I assumed that she doesn't feel the same way as mine - which I hope is not true - and relieved because I know we're both not ready to step to, yet, another familiar territory. As much as I want her back to me, I want her to be ready when I talk to her about it. We're just starting all over again and I don't want to make her to slip away from me just because I can't control my feelings - or hormones - during that time. I don't want to be selfish.
The coffee maker made a ding sound and it stopped from brewing the coffee beans. I reach for two cups in the cupboard and pour the fresh liquid to it. I place the two cups next to our plates already sitting nicely on the table.
I decided to wash the used pans and knives in the sink when I felt a presence behind me.
"Ohh..We have some guest tonight, Fredfood?" Sam asked.
I look over my shoulder to her and saw her rubbing her palms together whilst licking her lips, eyeing the food like she wants to devour it any seconds now. The simple gesture kinda stir something inside me and I curse under my breath.
Now is not the time to act as hormonal as you are Freddie. That's not very gentleman-like.
I took a deep breath and place the pans back to the cabinet and the knives to the drawer below my stomach. I grab a paper towel and wipe my hands dry before throwing it at the nearby trash bin.
"I just thought you'd be hungry when you get back. Besides, I went grocery shopping while you're out. Might as well used in something good, right?"
"Ah. Good choice, servant." she patted my head and I roll my eyes at her.
Walking over the empty chair and pulling it for her to seat, I motion for her to come. She narrow her eyes at my gesture and shrug. She slip herself on the seat and I help her tucked the chair back in a little. I sit across her and scoop some mashed potatoes in the bowl and putting it in my own plate but not before offering her to get some as well.
"I went to find you at Carly's but she told me you're out. Would you mind if I ask where you went?" I dip my spoon on the mashed potatoes and place it in my mouth.
"I went for a drive until I reach the park where we used to go for a picnic when we were kids."
Ah. The park. I remember those times vividly in my mind like it was just yesterday. The park is located a few block from the school and a little from the building. We usually have some picnics there with Spencer. We bring a huge blanket that'll be enough for us and lots and lots of food. We even tried to fly a kite there. I also remember finding Sam there very often when she decided not to attend some classed back when we're in highschool. Its something I'm good at. Looking for her where people least to look for her. I guess its just a connection we have ever since. The park has been the iCarly team's private place although a lot of families, kids and couples went there, its something we cherish the most because its been part of our childhood.
"I kinda miss those times when we hang out there after the show or at weekends." she said, like she just read my mind, voicing m own thoughts in the process.
"Me too." I agreed to her."You know, we can still go there if you want to."
"How? We all have works and I'm not from here anymore."
She meet my eyes and we lock eyes for a second.
"You'll always be from here. Seattle has always been your home, Sam. That'll never change. Not even in a million years." I smile.
She smile back and drop her gaze to her food.
"The ribs are delicious." she comments, changing the subject.
I still haven't asked Sam until when is she staying here. Not that I want her to leave already because that's like crazy talking. I kinda got used to having her here with me considering I was living on my own. And waking up in a house knowing you'll be having someone to greet first thing in the morning or eat together with or just hang with when you don't want to go out is kinda soothing and...completing. It just felt good to have a company. I guess if she leave, it'll never be the same.
"Thanks. I really want to be up your standards." I smirk.
"Eh..you know me so well."
"Yeah, I do."
We continue to eat in silence and I pour us both another fresh coffee whenever we empty our cup. Soon, we're sitting in the couch, stomachs full and just let the silence of the night fill the room.
"So you know about my meeting with the productions right?" I glance to her from my spot where my head is over the left end of the couch and hers on the other right end.
"What about it?"
"They told me that they're willing to help me produce the film."
"Good idea. You'll gonna be needing it. Do you even know when we're going to start?"
"I say the next week. I'll just have to put some finishing touches and talk to some connections again and we're all set to shoot."
"You know, you're right."
"About what?"
"About me not knowing the handworks behind the making of an independent film."
"I thought you said you're very aware of how it works?"
"I know but seeing you work so hard about it tells me there is something more than just what I know."
"Are you backing down on me?"
"Hell no! I will never do that. I kinda starting to miss my work in Hollywood. Maybe that's why I offered you my help."
"Either way, I'm glad you did." I said appreciatively.
She grab the remote from her head to the side table and switch on the tv. she scanned through the channels before it stopped from a familiar tv show: Friends
I glance down to her and saw her sit up, a small smile on her face and there I know she's missing L.A. I've been an avid listener and viewer of Sam's shows so it's no doubt that Friends is one in the list of my favourite shows she ever made.
"How come they're still running the show when you're here?" I asked curiously.
"I already had the next episodes and season written and ready to be taped. So, it's not that a problem if I'm somewhere in the world doing who knows what. It won't stop the show from running." she informed whilst not turning her head to look at me. She's so transfixed with the show and I can't help but admire how she loves her shows.
I nod to her even thought she's doesn't have her attention to me, still.
Its been hours and Sam's already dozing off in the couch. I grab her arms and wrap it over my neck as I grab her by the torso and buttocks to carry her to her room. Good thing she's such a lightweight like carrying a bag of feathers. It still amaze me how she can eat like a truck driver but still weigh far from a truck.
The only thing that kinda get my head in a twist is opening her door which is closed. I had to crouch the both of us to reach over her door and turn the knob open. I kicked the door open and tread over her bed. I place her gently in the comforter and she snuggle closely to the pillow beside her.
"Good night, princess." I whisper to her before placing a kiss on her temple.
I was about to leave when something or someone stopped me to do so. Her small hands grab my wrist as she mumbles.
"Don't go."
I turn back to her and rub her arms.
"I have to."
"Stay here..beside..me."
"You don't want that. You'll probably kill me in the morning if you see me sleeping next to you." I chuckle softly, removing her grasp on my wrist and putting it to her lap."I'll be in the room across."
"Mmkay..." her breathing steadies and I breath in relief that she's asleep already."..hmm...i love...fwied chicken."
I laugh inwardly as I hear her mutter those words in her sleep. I slip off my shirt and step in the covers. I put an arms over my eyes but found myself widely awake. I toss and toss around the bed trying to find the best position for me to sleep but I can't. I'm craving for someone' touch. Warmth beside me.
I groaned to myself, pressing a pillow on my head on how crazy I'm acting now. Maybe my mom's right. I am desperate.
Mom. Oh, man. We're still not in good terms. I should call her tomorrow and maybe sort things between us. As much as she irritates me, she still my mom and I love her as well and I know she just wants what best for me even though she's going over the edge at most times.
I roll over my stomach and plant my face over the pillow and soon, I felt my eyes slowly close with a certain blonde demon from the other room in my head.
Sam's Pov
I look over the bunch of students jutting down notes from the Powerpoint presentation I made Freddie made for me before going back to talking to Ricky on the other line.
"So, how's your students?"
"Don't talk with me like that. I know you're enjoying every killing time I have here." I accused him.
"Samantha, you know I didn't send you there for no good reason. You're my best talent and I trust you so much. I know you can teach those students the art of media communication."
"But I want to get back to work."
"You'll get back to work as soon as you're done with your unfinished business." he said it like there was meaning behind those words. Like he's not talking about me teaching here anymore but I know better than to ask him about it because knowing him, he'll probably throw everything back at me.
"That'll be hard."
"Just follow your heart."
"Are we still talking about work here?" I joke.
"Depends on your situation."
Teaching is so not my thing. I mean, isn't it obvious? I hate children, I hate being a student since then. I don't know why they want me to teach those bunch of hooligans. Seriously. I can't stand it.
I taught them about history of radio and television and I let them ask me about something about my work and stuffs. I actually faked a smile to them because Henry has watched me the whole time. I already dismissed the class and massage my neck, twisting and applying pressure to those spots that ache the most.
I heard a faint knock and I turned to see Henry. I smile and motion for him to come in.
"Sam."
"Henry, what brings you here?" I sat up straight, crossing my legs and placing my hands on my lap. Yeah, I know very lady like but c'mon, I'm wearing a freaking pencil skirt!
He was about to say something when a familiar voice cut him.
"Sam." my heart beat and from there I knew I don't have to turn to see who's it from.
"Freddie?"
"Ah. Yes. I found your boyfriend wandering around the admission hall looking for you. I told him I can bring him to you." he smile triumphantly like he just completed a wonderful task.
Did I hear it correct? He called him my boyfriend? Oh, no.
I glance to Freddie and his face us a deep shade of crimson. I know my face mirrors him as well. I tried to deny but found myself stutter.
"Uh..well...you see..he's not..we're actually not-"
He held up his hand and dismiss my objection.
"Ah. No worries, Sam. Your boyfriend can visit you anytime he wants. We're not really strict when it comes to visitors." he grin.
"But you see.." I trail.
"I'll leave you two alone now." he said with a teasing smile, walking to Freddie whose frozen in spot looking a big dork he is, blushing, he pat his back and wink.
What the hell!
He left quickly but not before we heard him mutter something along the lines.
"Aww. Such a sweet couple. I wonder what Lisa cooked for dinner."
I felt my throat to dry and I can't dare to look at Freddie. This is just so awkward. Isn't it awkward? This is awkward right? ugh!
I took a deep breath and decided to just cut to the chaste, I mean, I don't want to be stuck here all day just because we can't handle this maturely.
"So, what brings you here?" I asked not meeting his eyes.
I can see him through my peripheral, shifting his weight to one hip to another.
"I just thought of picking you up so that we can meet the other crews to discuss more about the film. It can save you some trouble. No need to call fro a cab."
I can't help my lips to twitch a bit.
'Thanks."
"No problem."
"So, today's the day huh?
"Yup." I look up to see him grinning and walk towards me."Let's go?"
"Sure just let me grab my stuffs."
"I'll help you with that." he cross the room and grab my bag and laptop. I bit my lip, feeling the giddy feeling inside me.
"Suit yourself, nub."
He roll his eyes and I walk past him as he follow my tail.
"...you haven't told me about your story, why?"
"Because I was working on that and fixing stuffs before I let you read them." he glance to me from the driver's seat.
"What is the story about? Is it action? comedy? drama?"
"Romance." he cut me off.
"Romance?"
He nod.
"You're such a big nerd."
"Hey! My story. My choice." he pout.
I punch him lightly on the arm and cross my arms at him.
"Why?"
"I just felt like it."
"Felt like it?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Why can't you just make an action movie? or comedy? or horror?"
"It takes a lot of inspiration to create a great story. You should know that. You're a writer yourself." he taunt me. I stare at him for a moment, a smirk forming on his face.
It takes a lot of inspiration to create a great story.
Inspiration?
Is he in love? I so want to ask him but decided against it.
"Fine. What do you have in mind?"
"You mean the content of the movie?"
"No, the content of today's dinner." I said sarcastically and I huff."Of course, the movie. What do you think."
"No need to be sarcastic, princess."
I roll my eyes and shrug.
"You'll see. You'll like it." he smile at me then back to the road.
Something tells me it will be the complete opposite.
A/N: Woooh! I posted yet another chapter :)))) i'm proud of myself! I still haven't thought of the movie Freddie wrote. But i do want it to be somewhat related to the both of 'em.
and what can you say about Henry? ahaha.. I love that man. He's a seddie shipper. ssshhh ;p
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