Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

Freddie Benson sat on the fire escape in a lawn chair. He was listening to Avril Lavinge's Slipped Away. For some reason, the song made him feel better about what he was going through. Sam's death and all. He just didn't understand why she had to leave. As much as he hated her, he loved her a little more. It made him understand that he wasn't alone.

I didn't get around to kiss you goodbye on the hand

As the lyrics played, he couldn't help but feel the same way. Although he and Sam agreed that they were officially over, he couldn't help but keep noticing those beautiful blue eyes and mesmerizing blonde curls. He wondered to himself, 'could Sam have felt the same way'?

I wish that I could see you again, I know that I can't.

Even though she was gone, it was like she was still there. Everywhere he went, he saw Sam. Sitting on the stairs at school, in the seat next to him at the Groovy Smoothie, the fire escape where they shared their first kiss. It was crazy. She talked to him, looked at him. He knew he was hallucinating, but he kinda liked to pretend he wasn't. It made him feel less lonely.

I hope you can hear me

(Flashback)

After the paramedics rolled Sam away, Principal Franklin told everyone to go to class and he would escort Brad and him to class. Unwillingly, he let Principal Franklin take him to class. Freddie wanted to hit him, scream at him to let him go with the ambulance, but he kept his mouth shut.

I remember it clearly

The rest of the school day was torture. As soon as the end of the day bell rang, he dashed out of the doors back to the Bushwell. Instead of going straight to his apartment, he went into Carly's. She wasn't there.

"Carly?" he cried "Spencer?"

"Freddie!" Spencer's familiar voice shouted from the depths of the apartment.

"Did Carly call you?" Freddie asked seriously.

"No Why?" Spencer looked Freddie cautiously

"BECAUSE SAM IS HURT!" Freddie screamed.

"Oh my God what happened?" Spencer cried putting down the screwdriver he was holding.

"I don't know. One minute she was getting her books out of her locker, the next she was on the ground not breathing" Freddie was close to tears.

"Well then we better get over to the hospital then." Spencer said grabbing his motorcycle keys. "I'll call Ms. Puckett. Do you think your mom would be okay with you riding a motorcycle?"

"I doubt it, but let's go"

The day you slipped away

They rushed to the hospital, getting there just in time. Spencer parked the motorcycle and he and Freddie sprinted to the cardiac ward of St. Schneiders. Carly was sitting in a chair outside an operation room.

"Oh My Gosh you're here" Carly stood up and hugged her brother, and Freddie.

"What's happening?" Spencer said seriously.

"Well I'm not really sure, but the doctor came and talked to me. He said that in order to save Sam, they have to do some operation on her heart" Carly was holding back tears. Freddie put his arm around her

"Shhh Carly it's alright. The doctors will fix her I promise"

Was the day I found it won't be the same

They waited. And waited. And waited. Hours and hours upon end in the uncomfortable silence of worry. Half way through, Spencer went to talk to Ms. Puckett, who arrived at the hospital to check on her daughter. Freddie, unable to stand the silence between him and Carly, went to the cafeteria, hoping to find some thoughts, or another emotion, rather than sadness or being afraid. He took the elevator down to the main level and walked quietly to the cafeteria. There wasn't anyone there but an old lady wearing a hairnet, falling asleep in the macaroni. He sat down at a table trying to clear his head of everything.

Between the old lady's snores and his thoughts, Freddie cried. He couldn't wrap his head around the thought of losing Sam. What if he did lose her? No. He couldn't think like that. He had to have hope. Then the elevator opened. Carly walked out. She looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were puffy and red, and she was sniffling.

"What's going on?" He said.

"Freddie," Carly sighed "Sam's dead"

No

(End flashback)

He remembered the day like it was yesterday. The tears. The pain. The feeling of being half empty. In truth, he still felt that way. Sam was his. She always would be. Even now that she was gone.