The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows…
A/N- This chapter is based on the phrase "with your head in the clouds, you are supposed to keep your feet on the ground…" The story itself mimics Brand New- The Quiet Things that No One Ever Knows (as said in the previous chapter)… If you want to know the story, listen to the chorus and you'll pretty much know where I'll go and how this story will end…
Like all others before me… I'll explain to you that I do not own ICarly nor do I own the song that the story is based off of… Nor do I own any thing that you will recognize in the story… But here's a good question, what would the author do if they did own the show they are fanfic-ing… most likely the show wouldn't be able to air anymore because it would turn into an entirely different show(on an entirely different channel)…
Whatever happens to make you think OOC for someone… I'm sorry but I just couldn't think of any other characters for him to do what he does… As well as Sam being OOC but that's my thoughts of Sam, you don't have to agree…
(A/N- keep an eye out for the word perfect in italics… it's supposed to signify a Seddie coming together)
Chapter Two- "And keep your feet on the ground…"
FPOV
Lying in the grass isn't as much fun as I thought it would be; it's kind of boring. Clouds pass by slowly and your eyes are closed practically 90% of the time because the sun is in your eyes. You want to tell whoever you are with that this is boring but you don't know how they would take it if you told them. So you lay there with your girl in your arms staring at the back of your eyelids because the clouds that blocked the sun moved out of the way which in turn caused you to have to close your eyes. Even though every second of this moment or event is pure torture, you push through for the one you love.
I wish that you could just close your eyes and the pain would be gone, but sadly some pains you just can't block out. Some pains stay with you even in your dreams. Some pains make it so hard for you to even get any sleep. But not this pain, this pain causes you to sleep. To sleep of more pain. To sleep and see a pain that hurts the emotions, instead of the body. I dreamt a very unsweet dream. A dream that would be considered a nightmare if it went any further.
My dream consisted of Sam, yes Sam. She wasn't particularly happy with me. She yelled at me so loud, I can hear it echoing through my head. It was so loud that my ears felt like they were bleeding. Think of it as being at a screamo concert for weeks on end with no earplugs or any thing to stop the noise going into your head. Think of it playing nonstop. That was how loud she yelled. But she didn't say coherent words, just a loud beeping sound. It got annoying after a few hours. When she finished her rant of beeps, she came up to me and slapped me across the face, smiling. She kept slapping me, smiling and laughing at every hit. She got up and walked away, but before she got too far she came back and kicked me swiftly in the gut like a soccer player kicks a ball to go into the net. I didn't move, I don't even think I could. Tears came from my eyes, as I was paralyzed. As she finished her abuse, she looked me straight in the eye and said something. All that came out was a loud beeping sound like before. But as the beep went off, I knew what she had said. I knew because I get it every time from her friend Carly. As if I would care the meaning behind it from Carly, but from Sam… it was heart breaking. I awoke.
I can remember her mouthing those words. Those few words that are like 100's of pins thrust into your back at the very same moment. I lay on my side thinking of those words as I curled up in the fetal position holding my pillow. I cried into it. I cried and cried until I passed out, until I had the dream again. The same one, over and over, again and again.
The words, "I will never love you…" They can hurt like millions of bottles thrown at you, and they can hurt like a car creaming you as you cross the street. I have felt pain, and the pain of her words trumps any other.
As I was deep in my thoughts, an intense beeping sound broke me of that. It stopped but only for a few seconds and then would pick up again. It was maddening. I stared at the green numbers on the machine that made this maddening beeping sound, 127/79.
*BEEP*BEEP*….*BEEP*BEEP*
The sound angered me to no end. It annoyed me profusely. The same noise over and over and over and over again.
I looked past the machine towards the window and looked at the purples and oranges of the evening sun. I tried to see the beauty of it, but all I could see was Sam's lips repeating the same phrase, "I will never love you…"
I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling, "I will never love you…" It got me so depressed that I began whispering it, tears streaming down my face towards my ears. As I wiped away the tears at every second, I winced at the pain coming from my arms. I picked up my arms and looked at them, and I began to remember what had happened to me and why I was in this room. Why I kept hearing the same annoying beep.
This depressingly white room that smelled of sanitary spray with a green curtain. A depressingly white room with a depressingly old television that sat on a depressingly old mechanical stand on the wall that sat far above someone of normal human height. The only thing that was not depressing was the window, but what stopped you from seeing the beauty beyond that window were two depressingly, and most probably uncomfortable, chairs.
I knew where I was, for it was not very difficult for anyone to know where this place was. With so many depressing things in one room, it was obvious.
I…
was in the hospital.
It didn't surprise me. What happened earlier pretty much gave me the probability that I'd wind up in the hospital.
(Earlier that day)
(A/N- the tenses will be messed up a bit because this is not him remembering)
As I put away my notebook, I quickly looked at my watch. I had less than a quarter of an hour before I would have to do ICarly rehearsals with Carly and Sam. I stared at a cloud shaped like the ham in How the Grinch Stole Christmas, the ham bone thing(A/N- sorry I don't know what its called), and immediately thought of Sam. I laughed to myself. I picked up my book bag, threw it over my shoulder and headed to the apartment. As I was walking home, Sam's ex, Shane stopped me and said he wanted to talk with me.
"Sure thing…" I said innocently. {"I shouldn't have said yes…"}
He wrapped his arm around me and proceeded to walk me down an alleyway next to the apartment building.
"You know Freddie," he said the scent of beer oozing off his breath; "We've known each other for quite awhile, right?"
"I guess so…" I whispered as I scratched the back of my head.
"We're friends right… I mean we can tell each other secrets right?" he said leaning against the wall.
"I guess…" I said as innocently as I could.
"I've got a secret that I bet you would be dying to hear…" he slurred as he leaned forward off the wall.
"What type of secret…?" I asked curiously.
"It's a secret about Sam… A very special secret…" He said smirking.
"Why should I care…?" I lied, I did care. If it was about Sam, I would have wanted to know everything.
"Well this particular secret involves you… I'm sure you want to know… I'm almost positive…" He hissed and smirked wider.
"Are you going to say it… because I got some stuff to do at the studio…" I acted annoyed.
"She told me she likes you Freddie…" he pushed himself off the wall and began walking towards me.
"She did…" I tried to act like I didn't care but I don't think my face went along with me.
"Yeah…she did…" He pushed his chin up as he said the words, "Right before she left me!" He walked forward more, a bit of anger in his eyes.
"Well thanks for telling me that… I-I got to go…" I knew what he was going to do…I could see it… Feel it in his eyes. He was jealous that I had stolen Sam from him. He wanted me to suffer for just being near her.
"Oh no no no… I don't think you'll be going anywhere... Not for a very, very long time. This, I promise." He grinned maniacally.
As he finished his small phrase he kneed me in the stomach. I held the spot as I coughed, huffing for air. He elbowed my back. As I fell I closed my eyes trying to block it out, trying to get rid of the pain. He picked me up from my backpack and as I stood up still holding my stomach, he threw me against the wall. As I leaned against the wall in the fetal position, he lifted his foot high and stomped on the side of my stomach. He then, without fail, started kicking my legs. After his barrage of kicks leaving my legs very bruised, he got to his knees and began to punch me in my torso. First, my left chest near my arm, then my left stomach, then where I was holding my hands. Once he finished punching my torso, he used every ounce of strength he had to punch me in the head. By the time he was done, my eyes were bleeding, my torso was severely damaged and my legs were crippled. As he got up, he knew his job wasn't finished, he knew that he had to add something. He pulled his leg far back and plunged it deep into my stomach.
The pain could not be described. It was like… I can't even describe it in a metaphor. The blood that was oozing from my eyes was enough to fill a bar's beer jug, and then some. At a point, I could taste it. It was mixed with my sweat as it dripped down my face. The taste was salty, and bitter. The taste alone made my stomach churn and my throat seize like it would if I were to vomit. As I lie on my side, I stared straight ahead at the wheels of a dumpster not very far away. I stared down the alleyway towards the street. I watched as people carrying purses and briefcases passed by, never turning to look down the alley. If I were to die here, I don't think anyone would miss me. Life would go on, because right now my life doesn't mean that much to anyone. Yeah, I might be the tech producer behind ICarly, but Carly and Sam could easily have found someone else. Probably find some cute guy that both would fawn and fight over. It would probably be better that way. I kind of started to accept the pain, like I do when Sam beats me up. I probably would go to a better place anyway; I haven't done anything bad to anyone. I lived a potentially full life, but I do wish I could have told Sam my feelings. Told her I loved everything about her. Her beatings, her blond hair, the fact that she sleeps in class, that she has a truly beautiful body, her sense of humor, the way she can eat the most fattening thing in the world and never gain a single pound. The way she dominates, the way she has never changed since the day I met her. I wish I could kiss those brooding lips of hers. I laughed to myself at my final moments that I was thinking of a girl that beat me up on a daily basis. Yet for some reason, I don't care that she beats me up, I was still madly in love with her. In my final moments I began to remember our kiss and how it should have gone.
I watched as she sat on the windowsill, staring at the night sky.
"You know what we should do..." She said as she still stared at the stars. "We should kiss." I look at her with wide eyes. She does not glance down. Seeing that I had no answer I look at the stars as well.
"Yea—" before I could say one word her lips had attached themselves to me. Slow to react, I held out my hand before wrapping it around her. I pulled her by the waist closer to me. Before I knew it, he mouth had opened and her tongue had pried mine open as well. And in just a few seconds, our tongues battled like our friendship had done. Her tongue would always dominate mine and soon she broke the kiss. She took a deep breath and looked me straight in the eyes. I knew she wanted more, her eyes practically begging me to kiss her again. Before I could go further, the thought was wiped away.
And I realized I was still lying on the ground looking at Shane.
He bent down and said, "Sam is my girl… so hands off…" and he punched once more and I was lights out.
(Present)
When I awoke from my deep slumber, I had no visitor's sitting in that uncomfortable chair. I don't even think anyone came to see me since I've been in this hospital. The thought had not even occurred to me but… how did I get here in the first place? I wondered. I wasn't left long to my thoughts when I heard someone talking from the hall.
"He has a bad concussion, a few broken ribs and a broken leg. The leg will heal in a couple of weeks. We will have to keep him here for a couple of days, if he wakes up by tomorrow he will be able to leave here on Friday." Some male doctor said. By the sound of his voice, it seemed he was rather cheery. "So what connection did you say you are to the boy?"
Silence gripped me as I wondered who was outside the door talking to the doctor.
"I'm his girlfriend…" a female voice said.
I couldn't hear her voice quite well since the machine beeped at the worst possible time.
"Well, I'm sure he was very lucky that you came looking for him. A few more hours and he would have lost too much blood for us to fix any damage done to him. By the time he was in our custody, I didn't even think we could do much. All we can do now is wait." The doctor was not a very optimistic person, obviously.
"Thanks for the words of encouragement." The girl said in a very sarcastic tone of voice.
I listened as the doctor walked off and the girl huffed outside the door.
Before she walked in, I quickly leaned back and acted like I was asleep. For some reason I didn't want this girl to know I was awake. It's like what a kid does when his parent walks in the room. You don't know why you just lay there acting asleep, you just do it.
She walked in very slowly. It was like she was taking baby steps. Before she came into my field of vision I noticed her right arm was on the wall as she walked in. By the time she saw me, she took a deep breath. I opened my eyes just a bit and noticed her back was towards me. I knew who this person was.
This girl that told the doctor that she was my girlfriend…
This girl…
was Sam…
She couldn't even look at me without tearing up. This was out of character for her. I don't even understand why she was here in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I was more than happy she was here. But, why would Sam say what she said outside. She had told the doctor that she was my girlfriend, why? Was what Shane said true…? Did she really like me…?
As she turned around I quickly closed my eyes. And went back to pretending I was asleep. As I heard her footsteps on the marble floor, I could almost feel her arm drag itself across my bed. I heard her stop, and then turn and sit on the chair, the sound of plastic being pulled. I heard her sniffling as she watched me breathe.
"I know Shane did this to you… He had been telling me for weeks that he would if I didn't go back out with him… I didn't think he would really do it…"She scoffed. "I should have been there to protect you… to beat him up… but I was too late… guess I'm always like that… I'm always late to the party, late to the show…" she half-heartedly laughed. "But here's something you should know… I beat the living crap out of him after I found you… he tried to ask me out again but… well he's somewhere in this hospital…" I could tell she was smiling at this comment, I think I smiled as well. "I don't know if you can even hear me in your dreamlike state." She laughs again. "Yes I know big words as well…" I heard the plastic of the seat stretch as she leaned forward. "There's something I've always wanted to tell you Freddie… I'm not someone who can get their emotions out right… Because of this, my body gives you pain instead of love…" I listen intently as she utters the word love. "Freddie…" she lays her hand upon my arm. "Freddie I have loved you for… for years… every night I have dreamt about kissing you… I know you feel the same way… though you would probably never admit it… But I have proof that you do…" I gulp. "It's in your notebook, on the cardboard." My world goes black, she has figured out my secret. But why do I not care, why do I not care that she figured it out? "The words 'I love SP'… Who were you fooling… you've been lying for years haven't you… Saying you loved Carly when you really didn't…" She stood up. "You've loved me… and I have loved you… but it's because of my love for you that you're here… in this hospital." She began to cry again. "Please wake up Freddie… I need you with me…" She kisses me. The kiss was salty with tears.
I have lied for far too long. I loved Sam, and if I were to get beat up because of it, so be it. I grabbed her head. My lie was over… No more lying… I pushed my tongue past her lips and into her longing mouth. Yes, she was surprised that I was awake for it all, but I don't think she really cared, for she was being kissed by the one she loves. She had been waiting for this kiss ever since their last. She returned my kiss with an even passionate one. Our tongues collided like two cars in a demolition derby. Our breaths intermingled in our mouths, breathing each others breath like it was our own. It was a perfect moment. Our bodies were in unison, as I breathed out, she breathed in and so on and so forth. When we stopped, it was like we had kissed for hours; our tongues as well as our lips were numb. I knew she did not want to stop; she wanted it to last forever because our first kiss didn't. But realistically it would be impossible for us to kiss forever. The room went silent… except for the beeping that became ever so annoying. I don't know why, but we didn't say anything, we just exchanged intimate glances at each other. I looked into those deep blue eyes and saw every passionate dream she has ever had. I saw a love I can't even describe in those blue eyes. I fell into those eyes. I fell far, far down. If I wasn't sure she loved me before, looking into those blue eyes told me that she truly did. All I could do… all I could muster as I stared into those addicting eyes was smile. I couldn't speak for my mind was overtaken by her eyes. She hit me in the arm. I grabbed my arm wondering why she did that.
"Why'd you do that…?" I asked painfully.
"BECAUSE you didn't say it back." She said angrily.
"What'd you say?" I shouldn't have asked, I think it should have been obvious.
I stared at the anger in her eyes… those addicting blue eyes.
"You know what, I'm going to hurt you… very very-" I cut her off with a kiss. I knew she was pissed, and usually a passionate kiss is the perfect way to make someone forget about something. Though it didn't work, so I tried to remember what she had said to me. As it slowly came back to me, she punched me in the arm hard. "Fine! I love you too…"
She smiled. "Thank you." She jumped off the bed and sat back down on her chair.
I wanted to ask her if she meant what she said in the hall, if she really wanted to be my girlfriend. But looking at the obviousness of the answer, I kind of had a feeling she would punch me again. I leaned back on my bed and slowly but surely fell to sleep. The machine still beeped while Sam sat in her chair, still staring at me. I wonder how she found me in the first place. And soon, I'm off to dreamland where I don't see a yelling Sam anymore,
I see a more passionate Sam,
A sweating Sam…
A naked…
Sam…
(A/N- wanted to end that part of the chapter with a very HAPPY thought… But remember… the chapter is not over-vv *devilish smile*… there are always TWO sides to EVERY story…)
-Break-Break-
SPOV- Where We Left Sam Off in the Previous Chapter
I did not want to accept it, but it made perfect sense. I was desperately in love with Freddie. It's why I wanted to kiss him on the balcony and why I had a dream of kissing him inside his room. I don't know why in his room, probably because I'm pretty much the only girl that has ever been in his room. It was like my own private secret, one I kept close to my heart. I had used his room as a backdrop for a lot of my dreams. Freddie may not have been there, but his room sure was. But for some reason, my dream would always wake me up before my kiss with the guy ended. I guess my mind told me I wasn't ready to see what would happen. I guess I still am just an innocent little girl. Yeah right, I snickered.
"Sorry Spence, got to go talk to Carl's about ICarly rehearsals… Tell me when Freddie gets here… But DO NOT tell him or Carl's about what me and you just talked about… I'm not ready for anyone to know yet…" I said as I waved my finger in front of his face.
Fear in his eyes, "Like I'd tell those two…" He hesitantly laughed with a fearful glare. "Go, go… I'll tell you…" He waved me off as he got off the couch and went back to working on his mock sculpture.
As I ran up the stairs, I looked at my watch. Freddie had about 15 more minutes before rehearsals began. I stopped outside the ICarly studio door and saw that Carly was checking the ICarly video comments on Fredly's tech cart. I felt a little peeved that she was touching Freddie's tech cart but soon pushed that thought away as I entered the room.
"Hey Carl's, whatcha doin on Freddork's computer?" I asked as if I didn't already know she was checking the ICarly commentaries.
"Checking out the ICarly website…" she said a little too vaguely.
"Any Comments? Concerns? People I should beat up?" I said laughing.
"NO Sam… but there is this one comment from Shane to talk to Freddie…" Carly said as she raised an eyebrow.
"What does he want?" I asked a little pissed Shane was still stalking me.
"He says that he wants to talk to Freddie… about you…" She glared up at me.
"I don't know why… I didn't tell Shane anything about anything… But Shane has been begging for me to take him back... Don't know why he would involve Freddie in that…" I said as I grabbed a bottle of water from the hidden fridge inside the prop car's hood that Spencer installed. I love this thing, always gets my water nice and cold. I have to remember to fry up the bacon in there later. I walked back over to Carly.
"Well who cares about Shane… Let's talk about what we'll be doing in ICarly later…" I said trying to forget about Shane. I began to jump back and forth a little too crazily.
"What's up with you today, Sam? You yelled at Freddie and now you keep jumping back and forth randomly." Carly asked with a smile on her face.
"Just jittery, that's all…" I lied to my best friend's face. Lying was too easy for me. I could probably be a great CIA agent one day. Or maybe the president, I mean that guy lies ALL the time. (A/N- sorry to the patriotic people out there)
"Okay… but say sorry to him when he gets here." Carly demanded. I agreed that I probably should. I'll admit I scared myself a little.
"So what we doin for ICarly?" I repeated.
"Well, we were going to do the jumping sneaker skit…" Carly began.
"I love that one…" I said as I stared into the sky.
"THEN we were going to do some Random Dancing, go to the Gibby's dictionary." Carly kept going.
"What's Gibby's dictionary?" I asked.
"Oh right, you weren't here that time cuz you stuffed soda down the Mexican Prime Minister's pants and you got arrested." She informed.
"It was chili and he was an ambassador… amdasdoor… hey did you know this word's is so hilarious to say…? Ambadasdor." I began to laugh as I trailed our conversation off it tracks. (A/N- the word is a joke from Rooster Teeth's RvB)
"Barring your unforeseen circumstance, we had to do the web show without you… Do you have any idea what it would be like if that happened again?" Carly said a little hurt exuded from her eyes.
"Lose half the audience again?" I said a bit sarcastically.
"If not more…" I laugh as she took my answer literally.
"You never answered my question… what's Gibby's Dictionary?" I said still curious about what happened that day.
"Well… Gibby pronounces a vocabulary word before he brushes his teeth with mustard. He did that for about 5 minutes before we continued the show. Freddie was laughing so much, I thought he was going to lose it and fall to the floor holding his gut." I laugh a bit but don't let it show.
"That must have been torture. Just wish I was the one invoking it." I said a little depressed.
"He actually said that word as well… torture… tor-chur…" Carly said as she smiled.
"By the way, where is Freddie? Shouldn't he have been here by now? It's so unprofessional." Suddenly the thought of the night on the balcony came back. I think it was because I said the same words then as well. I could feel his lips against mine and felt… a pain in my chest. I look at my watch and notice he is just less than 10 minutes late to rehearsals.
"You should go get him if you're so worried…" Carly pursed her lips.
"I'm not worried okay… it's just the web show needs to be up today and we need to be perfect. How are we supposed to be perfect if the tech geek isn't here?" My body began to tingle, my legs began to wobble, and the pain in my chest increased in ferocity. I quickly gripped my chest as the pain got more and more unbearable. "But I will go get him… I'll beat him black and blue before I bring him back here, but I will get him."
Before I left the room, the question I've had in my mind all day gripped me, so I asked Carly. "Who is SP, Carly?"
She looked at me as though I were deformed. "That's you… your name is Samantha Puckett, right?" She began to laugh. But for some reason I didn't, I just smiled with my cheeks in a new shade of red. But before Carly could ask why, I bolted down the stairs to Carly's living room where Spencer was still working on his sculpture.
"Spencer? Did Freddie arrive, yet?" I asked in a bit of a hurry.
"No… Why…?" Spencer said as he cleaned the clay off of his hands.
"I need to find him, he's late for rehearsals. Oh and I figured out who SP is…" I said as I was rushing towards the door.
"Who is it?" Spencer asked as I was rushing out the door.
Before I closed the door, I turned around and a smile gripped my face. "It's me, Spence. Freddie is in love with me." I closed the door behind myself and quickly rushed across the hall. I banged on the door once. No answer. I banged on the door again and still… no answer.
Seeing that I was getting absolutely nowhere, I ran down the stairs to the lobby. Before I left the apartment building, I asked Lewbert if he had seen Freddie.
All he could say was, "No, I have not seen that skunkrag child. NOW GET OFF MY FLOORS!"
I rolled my eyes and ran out the building. I ran into someone, someone I knew, Shane.
"Shane, what are you doing here?" I asked curiously.
"Well I wanted to ask you out again." Shane said a little obsessive; I could smell a bit of beer coming from his breath.
"What…? No… Now get out of my way I have to find Freddie…" I hissed as I pushed him out of the way.
"Oh so you can tell him you love him… tell him that he's everything you want…" He said a little snarky.
"You never say a damn word to me. Not about anything. Now you get out of—what's that?" I stared at his red covered hand.
"Oh this…" He picked up his left hand and looked at it. "It's a surprise… a very special surprise for you."
"That's blood… isn't it…?" I said as I still stared at his rose red colored hand.
He smiled. "Ohhhh it's a special kind of blood. It's the blood of the enemy as well as the blood of a lover." He pushed his hand into my face.
It was then… in that moment, that I smelled something, something perfect. Only two things are prefect to me. Food… and Freddie. And seeing how there was a bitter smell to this, I knew it was not food. I took my eyes off of his blood covered hand and looked at him straight in the eyes. Anger controlled my every thought and my every movement. My eyes had a burning hatred that was rare. I couldn't think straight. In one second, I was looking for the one I love. In the next, I'm breaking a guys arm, kicking him in the stomach until he cries out to stop. But even then, my body still moves on its own. I'm still kicking the shit out of Shane for what I believe… no, I know what he did. He beat up the only one I've loved and he still had the ball to ask me out. He even knew I loved him. I stop after 3 minutes of nonstop kicking. I pull him up by his collar and ask through gritted teeth. "Where is he, you son of a fucking bitch?" The swears could no longer be held back. I was angry at him. I wanted to kill him; I wanted to beat him within an inch of his life. My breath escaped me as he spoke.
"You're too late… I'm not gonna tell." I punch him once and he's lights out.
I recover myself and I run towards where I saw him last. As I passed a small alleyway, I heard a cough. I looked down it and saw a dark figure lying against the wall. I stepped into the alleyway with one step. I allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I couldn't fully see who it was but they were lying in the fetal position. I knew this person did not belong here. How he lay was evidence enough. I knew that in order to live on the streets, you must find shelter. This person had nothing on him but a red shirt and blue pants. But something was off about him. That wasn't the color of his shirt. His shirt was many colors. Blue and red. I stepped closer. The red was dark, almost old, kind of stained. I stepped closer. The red was not only on his shirt but it was everywhere. It covered his face, his arms, his stomach and blotches on his pants. I knew this was blood. The person that lie against the wall was bleeding like there was no tomorrow. I didn't even have time to gasp. I ran up to him. I knew who this was…
it was the only one I loved, it was…
Freddie…
As I pulled him close to me and held him in my arms, I pulled out my PearPhone and quickly called 911… "Hello, I-I need an ambulance at 134 Sycamore Drive, it's a giant apartment building. To the left of it is an-an alleyway. A boy has been terribly wounded… please send help." I quickly ended the call as I held Freddie in my arms. I began to rock back and forth as his blood dripped onto my body. I began to cry. Cry like never before. I cried waterfalls, and as those waterfalls dried, I cried reservoirs. Freddie was dying in my arms and I couldn't do a damn thing to save him. I rocked so much back and forth my mind began to shut down on me as my eyes focused on a fixed point on the wall.
My eyes began to jump all around but my gaze was stuck on one point. My thoughts began to bounce around. Dark shadows began to walk all around me, then vanish in a heartbeat, and then reappear in the blink of an eye. The dumpster that sat across from us down the alleyway began to open and close its lid constantly. My eyes grew wide and narrowed at the exact same time. The walls began to tilt and slide as I stared. My fingers began to tingle while my legs began to shake. Just then I heard something.
"Sam…" *cough* "Sam… is-is that you…?" *cough* blood spewed from his mouth in that cough.
"Yeah… Yeah Freddie, its Sam." I looked down at his mangled and beaten body and could barely say another word.
"How-How did ICarly rehearsals go…?" he said trying to take the sadness from the moment. I wanted to punch him for that but, he was in enough pain.
"Don't be stupid…. We could never do ICarly without you. We need you Freddie…. I need you…" I wanted him to know. I wanted him to say it back, but he couldn't, he had fallen into unconsciousness. I guess I'll tell him later.
A few minutes later, an ambulance arrived and took me and him to the hospital. I couldn't allow him to be out of my sight, even if what I saw horrified me. When we got to the hospital he was rushed into ER where they sewed up his eye, his arm, and X-Rayed his legs. I watched every second, hoping that he would come back to me. If he hadn't, I don't think I could've lived on without him. As they finished their job, I went and sat down at the visiting room. I began to think of a million things. A million things that made me think of Freddie. Before I realized it, an hour went by in the blink of a thought. A nurse came up to me and asked who I was waiting on. I told her.
"I'm waiting for Freddie Benson." I said a bit hesitant.
"Oh, your boyfriend, he's up in room 315." She told me sweetly.
"Ma'am he's not my…" I thought about it. Maybe he should be. Yeah… For now… In this hospital… he and I will be boyfriend and girlfriend, to see if I like the ring of it, to see if I can get used to it. "Yeah… he's my boyfriend." I found that saying that made me feel a bit happier. "Thanks a bucket of fried chicken." I raced to the elevator and pushed the number three about twenty times before the doors finally closed. The elevator went so slow, I almost had the thought of climbing through the elevator shaft. When the elevator arrived at the third floor, I squeezed through the slow opening doors and sprinted down the hallway towards room 315. When I got there, a doctor was waiting outside the room putting a pen away.
"So what's the prob, doc?" I said a little too upbeat.
"The 'prob,' little girl, is that he has a bad concussion, a few broken ribs and a broken leg. The leg will heal in a couple of weeks." He stared into the room. "We will have to keep him here for a couple of days, if he wakes up by tomorrow he will be able to leave here on Friday." I almost jumped for joy but I still felt a little depressed.
"So what connection did you say you are to the boy?" The doctor asked.
I'm going to go through with it, for today me and him are a couple. "I'm his girlfriend."
He smiled and said, "Well, I'm sure he was very lucky that you came looking for him. A few more hours and he would have lost too much blood for us to fix any damage done to him. By the time he was in our custody, I didn't even think we could do much. All we can do now… is wait." He was a little too optimistic for my tastes.
"Thanks for the words of encouragement." I told him as I rolled my eyes.
"Oh… yeah, is your name Samantha Puckett?" The doctor asked.
"Yeah, why?" I asked a little curious to why he knew my name.
"Some kid named Shane asked me to find you and tell you to go to 518 when you got here." The doctor said a little uncaring.
"Like I'd do that…" I laughed. He just nodded and ran off to his work.
As I watched him stroll away, I gripped the door handle. What if he's so broken I can't talk to him? 'Well I'll just have to wait now, won't I? I'll wait my entire life for him if it means being with him in the end.' I put on a tough face as I slowly opened the door. The room felt big, but it also felt small. Like the alleyway, I took one step inside. I closed the door behind me and braced my right arm against the wall. With every step, my hand pulled the wall. As I shortly passed the bathroom to my right, I saw him. He was wrapped up in so much gauze, I thought I'd had seen my Cousin Benny after he got slashed up that guy in the bar. Before I could walk any further, I turned around. I took a few deep breaths and turned around again. My steps were slow but firm. As I passed by his bed, I dragged my hand across it as if it were something I needed to get used to. I took a single deep breath before I placed my hand back down to my side. I found refuge in a dark red, plastic chair on the left side of his bed. As I sat down, I could feel something grip me. A fear that he would not wake up and that one day he would not know that I was in desperate love with him. I felt tears come, but I pulled them back before they could.
"I know Shane did this to you… He had been telling me for weeks that he would if I didn't go back out with him… I didn't think he would really do it…"I laughed at my foolishness. "I should have been there to protect you… to beat him up… but I was too late… guess I'm always like that… I'm always late to the party, late to the show…" Tears began to fall as I tried not to stare at his cloth encovered body. "But here's something you should know… I beat the living crap out of him after I found you… he tried to ask me out again but… well he's somewhere in this hospital…" I began to smile as I began to remember his beating. "I don't know if you can even hear me in your dreamlike state." I teary laughed. "Yes I know big words as well…" As I leaned forward, the plastic stretched into an obnoxious sound. "There's something I've always wanted to tell you Freddie… I'm not someone who can get their emotions out right… Because of this, my body gives you pain instead of love…" I move my hands in a repeating circle gesture. "Freddie…" I grab his arm, feeling the warmth exude from his body. "Freddie I have loved you for… for years… every night I have dreamt about kissing you… I know you feel the same way… though you would probably never admit it… But I have proof that you do…" I smile, knowing that this is the ace up my sleeve. "It's in your notebook, on the cardboard." I remember stealing the book from his bag earlier in the day, how sneaky I was. "The words 'I love SP'… Who were you fooling…?" I lied to him, I didn't know who SP was until Carly told me. "You've been lying for years haven't you… Saying you loved Carly when you really didn't…" I stood up as I knew where I was going to end this one-sided conversation. I knew that after today, nothing was going to be the same. "You've loved me… and I have loved you… but it's because of my love for you that you're here… in this hospital." I cry as I stare at his mangled and bruised and destroyed body before me. "Please wake up Freddie… I need you with me…" I kiss him. I pour every ounce of myself into that kiss. The pain, the anger, the hurt, the love, the good, the bad. Every emotion I have in my body, I forced into my mouth to coincide with his. I was so involved in our intimate kiss, I hadn't even noticed his hand was gripping the back of my head to kiss him even more. It wasn't long before I was so high from our kiss that we exchanged breaths to make the kiss last longer than ever. I couldn't even dream of something like this. My body was aching for more. My mind reeled of what I could steal from him, figuratively. The thoughts consisted of pushing him on to his back and straddle-kiss him, sitting in his lap while we kissed, and other thoughts I don't feel right explaining to you right now because if I talked about them, I'd begin to have the urge to want to do them and then I'd be destroying a perfect moment. As our kiss went on for 10 minutes, our breaths circulated through our bodies. My tongue dashed to be with his. I wanted to become one with him in every way, first it started with our fingers, it escalated to our mouths, then our tongues, and very soon it shall be our bodies that will intertwine and become one. The taste of him filled me to the brim. It was better than ham, meat. It was even better than chili. I couldn't handle myself anymore; I was going to go further. But luckily, Freddie broke our kiss before I lost it. I looked down, afraid to look at him. My breaths were heavy and strenuous. I felt like I had just ran a lap around the entire world. I could barely breathe. I pulled it into myself to look at him. As my eyes met his, I felt lost in his green eyes. I saw the lies he had told to us all. I saw the lie he had told himself to make sure I'd never know. I shook my head as I spoke. "I am so desperately, without a doubt, in love with you Freddie." I watched as his eyes stared into mine. Time passed and he didn't say a word. The silence was depressing me. I punched his arm, unsure what pain it would cause him.
"OWW…Why'd you do that…?" He said as he gripped his arm in pain.
"BECAUSE you didn't say it back." I said as anger pierced through my eyes. I was hurt.
"What'd you say?" He asked stupidly. I took a deep breath because I knew I was angry at him for not listening to me.
"You know what, I'm going to hurt you… very very-" He cut me off with a kiss. Although the kiss worked its magic, I was still pissed. So I punched him in the arm again as I waited for the sentence I have been waiting oh so long for.
"Fine! I love you too…" He said as he half-smiled.
I told him "Thank you." As I jumped off his bed and sat back in the dark red, plastic chair. I stared at him as he leaned back to sleep. After a few minutes, I could see something form. I began to blush as I looked on intently. A tent was beginning to form in his pants. I smiled as I began to think what he was thinking about. Something occurred; that I'm sure I will never forget.
Something I'll remember…
For when I'm alone in my bed…
For later.
-Break-Break-
-END OF CHAPTER TWO-
A/N- okayyyy… WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENED? Send your reviews with your thoughts. Keep in mind; he is a teenage boy… Although the hospital thing is a bit cliché… my reviewer asked for a feeling induced event… I hope that you felt something for both Freddie and Sam and HATE Shane for beating him up. I did not intend for the story to go the way it did, but I guess impulses you know…
The next chapter was SUPPOSED to be unproductive but after what I believe Sam should see… I think I'll postpone the "unproductive" chapter for the chapter after next…
The story is going so well… I'll grace you with a nice GIFT chapter… it was not in my "planning" stages but seeing how you guys are so nice with reviews, I've decided to give you a preview to the smut that is an M-Rated Seddie…
But keep going with the reviews… I'm curious about your thoughts on this chap…
(A/N- sorry for the insane I said/she said back and forth's…)
Up next- "Today's the day it gets tired…" (airing in one week{maybe})