Author's Note: Yay! Thanks to all of you who reviewed. I feel so appreciated and happy when I see reviews. Sorry I left off on a sort of cliffhanger. You know, still busy with school stuff. I still don't get out until Wednesday, while everyone else seems to have already started their summer. Finals are gonna be hard…Anyway, here comes the third part. And just to let you know, this takes place the night after the lock-in. That might have been a bit vague. Which reminds me, I would like to thank Dwyn Arthur for helping me to figure out where this story is going. And another thing; this story isn't happy sparkles and butterflies. Sometimes, things don't always work out perfectly. :D
iLove a Lot of Things (Part Three)
Freddie stared right back at me, just as dumbfounded as he was after I actually kissed him. I certainly wasn't expecting this response. I predicted anger, repulsion, maybe even reciprocation of my emotions. But not confusion.
"Ummm…" he stammered nervously, "Now isn't the time to talk about this."
"Then when, Freddie?" I asked boldly, even though my heart was currently pounding in my chest, "Why not now?"
"It's just that it's the middle of the night and this is kind of a big deal. I can't think logically without enough sleep." He explained. But one of the many things that he was terrible at was lying.
"What kind of logical thinking is involved? It's just a matter of whether you like me in that way or not!" My jaw clenched in annoyance. It seemed as though everything was falling apart.
"Sam, calm down." He cautioned, "It's not that simple."
"It is, too, Benson! I know you've been dreading this conversation ever since the lockdown ended. I have, too. But now we both have to stop being nubs making lame excuses and handle this maturely, alright?" I regretted these words as soon as they came out of my mouth. They only proved just how boorish I was, and made his decision about me a whole lot easier. But instead of fighting back like he just started getting in the habit of doing, he looked down as if he was ashamed in himself.
"You're absolutely right. To be honest, I wasn't even asleep when you knocked on the door. I couldn't even lie in my bed. I was too busy pacing around and worrying about this." My expression softened.
"Well, we're both in the same boat here. It's okay. Mama's not gonna hurt you." He chuckled, but then became serious.
"Okay. But can we quit being nubs somewhere else?" he asked hopefully.
"Sure, Fredilini." I punched him lightly on the arm and he gestured for me to enter his apartment.
Author's Note: Dudes, I know. Pretty dang short. But I wanted to write something and was too lazy to do a lot, so this is what I was left with. Sorry. Please don't kill me! But feel free to review! :D