Well. With a unanimous vote of Sam's POV, here it is, my dears:
Sam's POV:
Freddie lifts me gently into his room, and I know I'm blushing profusely. He sets me down lightly, leaving his hands on my waist.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that," He says. "But I've had enough. "
I give him a weak smile, and he mimics me. He rubs a thumb against my cheek, and I close my eyes, sighing. I regret pushing him away, as he was everything I needed. He was the sun in my otherwise dark world, and Carly just the small stars. I loved her, she was my best friend, but not nearly as important as Freddie. I kept my distance and hid my feelings well, because that was how I was. I'm not supposed to care, or even feel. I'm supposed to be violent, funny, crazy, demon Sam. So I am.
I punch, and I laugh at others' pain. I use my butter sock as often as I can, and I crack jokes all day. I layer everything I say and do with venom and sarcasm. I poke fun at everything Freddie does and says, rewarded with a glare or his signature smirk as he turn it back on me. He's gotten better in the past two years, retaliating with quick wit, smart comebacks, and jokes of his own. We're quite the pair, I've heard, and that our playful bickering is a sight to see and always makes you laugh.
It's fun to argue with him, he brings up points I wouldn't have thought of by myself and he fires back insults as easily as he smiles. I loved his personality, and his crazy ways. He never said 'one' when we counted down for iCarly, he never wore long sleeves alone. He always made sure everything was perfect for his mom, even though she was crazy. He had the biggest heart out of anyone I'd ever known, and his eyes…oh, his gorgeous brown eyes. You could see your soul in his eyes sometimes, and I knew how he felt whenever he looked at me.
I'm going to miss him when I leave. I'll be leaving half of myself, almost. He was my sanity, for one, and I hope I wouldn't need it too badly when I left. But I had to leave. My mother was almost arrested twice this week alone, and it's only Friday. She still has the entire weekend to fuck me over again. She'd be home alone tonight, and I shuddered at the thought.
What if she drank to much, passed out, and hurt herself again? What if her current fling hurt her? What if she broke something and got in trouble again? What if, what if. The list was endless. I was so worried. Just thinking of the possibilities gave me a headache, and I pressed my fingers to my temples to try and ease the pounding.
Freddie, who had pulled out the bed and thrown sheets over it during my musings, caught sight of me. I squeezed my eyes shut and turned away.
"Sam, what's wrong?" concern filled his voice, and when he spun me around, I saw that it filled his eyes as well. He took in my expression as well as where my hands were in second, and headed straight for his bathroom, returning seconds later with Advil and cup of water. I took both gratefully, swallowing the drug quickly.
"Thanks, Freddie." I mumbled, and was rewarded with a sweet smile.
"Anytime, Sam." He replied. He took my hand, pulling me to the sofa bed and sitting me down next to him. "But, please, can you tell me what's going on?"
I knew there was a catch. I stood up, brushing off his hand and glaring. His concern changed to confusion.
"Sam! Sam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. You don't have to tell me right now." He pleaded. I forced my glare into a more withering, venomous look. He reach a hand out, and I stepped back.
"Don't touch me!" I snarled, backing up to, of course, because it's me, a wall. No escape for this one. She's just too stupid to go for the door or window. She hits the wall instead…
He's already up, carefully staying a good two feet away. I inwardly cheered. This gave me room to speed by. Then he put his arms on either side of me again. Damn. I could resort to biting him, but that was low. Then again, he tricked me into staying so he could get the information he wanted. But I wasn't going to give in to that trick. I dropped down, hoping to slip underneath him, gasping when I was blocked again. He grabbed my waist swiftly, pulling towards him and locking his arms around me.
Suddenly, I realized he'd been talking this entire time. He'd been repeating something, a single word, just one little syllable. Sam. His tone is pleading, and he adds please to his chant.
"Please, Sam. Please, please, Sam. Sam!" He's begging me. I stop struggling, my strength exhausted. I couldn't fight him anymore tonight, and I was furious. I knew I was crying again, and he held me tightly. He turned me in his arms, still keeping a good grip. I mustered up my last bit of energy, hitting him repeatedly on the chest, pushing, trying to get free.
My head started to spin, until finally the day took it toll and I faded to blackness in his arms.
I woke to darkness, discovering Freddie had tucked me in his sofa bed. Said boy was at his desk, typing away at his laptop. Careful not to make any noise, I sat up. Glancing at the clock I saw it was past two in the morning. Freddie sighed, leaning back and running a hand over his tired face. He looked frustrated. I tilted my head, noticing as I did so, my hair fell forward in tangles. I ignored it, for now, as it wasn't important. Freddie was reading something, and his eyes narrowed as they flashed across the screen.
Finally, after staring at the screen for a few minutes, he began typing again. The soft tapping of the keys was the only sound besides our breathing. As he leaned back again, his hand lifted, playing with the cord of the headphones I just noticed he had plugged in. He looked irritated at something, and angling my head a bit, I saw he was chatting with someone. I could see who or what was said from this far, but I saw the chat window.
I wondered who he was talking to, and why he looked so upset…Suddenly, it seemed he'd had enough. He reached forward and closed his laptop with a snap, tugging the headphones out of his ears and tossing them on the top. He turned to me, and jumped when he saw me up. I raised an eyebrow, wrapping my arms around my legs and pulling them up to my chest.
"Sam! You're up! How do you feel?" He asked, the concern back in his voice. I considered the question, mulling it over in my head lazily. How did I feel? My head ached a little, I was hungry. I was surely dehydrated after all the tears…I chose not to answer, instead inquiring who he was talking to. He studied me, coffee brown irises scanning my face. After a long pause, he sighed lightly.
"Carly. I was chatting with Carly. About you, Sam." He says, locking his gaze with mine. I can feel my cheeks heat, and I pray the dim light from Freddie's window isn't bright enough to show it. I fidgeted, nervous under the intensity of his eyes. He spoke again, his voice quiet, but still full of a mix of emotions I couldn't discern.
"She's mad, but she's worried too. Says you had no right to say what you did, and that I could tell you that. Also, she wants you to know that-" He stopped abruptly, a flash of sadness coming over him. "-That…she thinks you're just jealous." He spoke as if it caused him actual pain, and his eyes filled with sympathy. I merely nodded, silently taking the news in. Good, she'll move on quickly.
He stared at me, not saying anything for a few minutes. Finally, "Sam, what are you thinking? Why are you doing this? Don't you get it? We love you. We don't want to see you hurt. We need you, Sam. Both of us. Carly may not express it, but every time you guys get in a fight, she's a mess without you. And if you aren't here, who's going to play pranks on me and help me keep my wits and reflexes sharp?" He never broke eye contact through his little speech, and I knew that even with the darkness he probably saw my blush.
"Freddie…" I mumbled, running a hand through my hair and pushing it out of my face tiredly. "I'm sorry. I am. But…there isn't any other option. Trust me, I've looked."
"Yes, actually, there is. You could swallow your damn pride and ask for help. Clearly, you can't handle this on your own. Let me help you. God knows my family is freakin' loaded thanks to my mom's nursing job and my inheritance from my dad's side." Freddie said, beginning to look frustrated.
I narrowed my eyes dangerously. "What," I spat, my voice dripping with venom. "Did you just say?"
Not playing dumb, Freddie frowned. "I said you can't do this by yourself, not this time."
I screamed, throwing myself at Freddie with my hands outstretched.
Guys…Jeez, I'm so sorry. I had laptop troubles, since the power cord or the battery is shot on this one. I can't unplug it from the wall or it dies immediately. That last time it died, it deleted part of this. Thankfully, Microsoft Works went into recovery mode and retrieved it, but I forgot what I was going to put and had to improvise. I still don't know what I was going to do, but I like how this came out anyways.
And if it isn't too much to ask, please head over to my profile and take that poll for me, would ya? Computer troubles notwithstanding, I can write up to like five stories at once. Go ahead and pick your favorites. Thanks :)
Well, you know the drill. R&R.