Sooo. Here's chapter... 7? Yusss! Chapter 7. Enjoi it. Enjoi it good.

Sam

Okay so maybe everything isn't so peachy.

You know Freddie? Yeah him?

HE'S A DOUCHE.

I mean, who does he think he is? Freakin' Zac Efron or some other dreamy celebrity? He made me fall in love with him, broke my heart, made me embarrass myself in front of the entire school, gave me a love letter that actually would be pretty sweet if he wasn't AVOIDING ME.

Yes. You heard me right. Avoiding me.

Freddie Benson gave me a love letter, I try to talk to him about it. I wait for him at his locker, he turns the other way. For three periods! Then I thought I had him beat, between 7th and 8th period. I stood in the middle of the hallway, right where I know he always passes at the end of the day. There was no other way to get to his 8th period class so he had to go through that hallway and I was feeling extremely proud of myself.

But two guys start fighting over something stupid I'm guessing and me, being the generous person I am (hahaha!) try to break them up and before I know it the bell has rung and I'm thinking Freddie slid past me without me even noticing. Really? Like, seriously?

UGHHH.

Love letters?

Avoiding me?

Why couldn't Freddie just grow some balls and be a man? Immature Freddie is no fun at all.

No. Fun.

Freddie

I don't know why, I really don't, but I can't talk to Sam. I just can't. Not now that I've told her I love her.

Well, technically, I didn't tell her, I wrote her. But that's if you want to be technical.

The point here is, I broke up with Sam this morning, then ignored her like a jerk face, then I had the audacity to try and tell her I loved her.

Honestly, I don't know why she loves me.

Frankly, I have no idea why she even wants to speak to me after the way I treated her.

I really was overreacting about the whole 'being embarrassed of me' thing. Because I mean, I had it easy. I couldn't remember who any of my peers were, I had no idea I even knew them. So it's like, worrying about what a stranger thinks of you. You just ... don't.

But Sam knew them. She knew them all very well. She knew what they thought of her and what they thought of her didn't have much to do with me. I should have given her time. That was all she needed. Time. Time and a little bit of support. But apparently I couldn't do that much.

Now, I feel too ashamed to even look her in the eye.

So ... I've kinda sorta been avoiding her.

I know, I know!

I just told her I loved her, I should be spending all my time with her, I know!

But it's just ... I feel like Sam deserves better then me.

I also feel like I'm going to get an earful.

And does Sam know how to fill up a guys ear.

Oh gosh.

I feel queasy.

Sam thought she had me beat between 7th and 8th period passing periods. She knew I had no other way of getting to my next class but to pass by the very hallway she was waiting in. But it was I, in fact, who had her beat.

There were two jocks going through there lockers which were inconveniently right next to each other. It was inconvenient because they both had very large arms and couldn't seem to share the space. After spotting Sam waiting for me in the hall, I quickly hit one of them on the head. One of them, a dark haired, 5 ft 9 senior, looked at me like he was going to squash me just with his thumb. I made the most innocent face and pointed at the other jock with blondish hair, who was sifting through his locker, enjoying his newfound space.

"Hey Bloomington?" Said brown hair, pulling blonde's shoulder so he was facing him. "What's your deal?"

"My deal? Fletcher, what's your moms deal?" I guessed we were using last names here. Either that or the two guys with the most amusing first names just so happened to go to Ridgway High School.

"Oh mine? She has no deal. But yours? She's got one. Me and your mom are pretty close actually. I see her twice a week. Mostly at night ... We'll talk about it later, Bloomington, it's alright." Oh no he didn't. Bloomington obviously wasn't going to take all this smack talk about his mother from some guy. And especially not from Fletcher. I was so interested in the outcome of my instigation that I almost forgot I could be making a run for it. While Sam was distracted, along with all the other students in the hallway, I slipped by and ran to my class. I looked back once, you know, just to add that 'I got away without anyone noticing!' effect.

Sam was looking at me. She looked pretty disappointed.

When was I gonna grow some balls and start acting like a man?

Sam

I waited for Freddie outside his 8th period class when the bell rang. I made sure to run all the way across the school and I knew I would get there before he came out because that teacher of his is super strict and won't let you leave until all your notes are done.

When kids start filing out of the class, I wait patiently by the door. Freddie walks out and when he sees me his eyes bulge like I'm not who he expected to see. Or wanted to see. I really hope it was the first one.

"Hi," I said, not knowing what else to say even though I had everything I was going to say planned out in my head. Darn Freddie and his ability to make me nervous. I can't believe I just admitted I get nervous around Freddie.

"Uhh ... Hey ... " There was an awkward silence and both Freddie and I averted each others eyes. Since he started with his memory loss, Freddie and I haven't had any problems with communication. We've been able to talk to each other like we were dating since birth. No awkwardness. No judgments.

What changed?

I pulled out Freddie's letter and unwadded it, then read it over again. Then I held it up for Freddie to see. "This ... this note ... did you mean it?"

Freddie looked at me intently like he was trying to figure out what exactly I wanted to hear, and how different that would be compared to what he was actually going to say. My eyes must have been huge with hope, because he licked his upper lip and looked down. Then looked back up at me and smiled a really small smile.

"Yeah ... I ... I did. I still do." I sighed with so much relief it sounded like I had just come up for air after swimming 8 miles. I rolled my eyes and tried to gather my new happy thoughts.

"Gosh Freddie then ... then why have you been avoiding me? I mean, normally, when someone avoids me, it's because they don't like me. But that's just me." Freddie looked down again and sighed.

"I .. I know. I know. I just ... I was afraid ... " I stopped him there by just looking him right in the eye.

"Afraid of what? Me?" When I heard myself say that, I thought I sounded so childish. Like a little girl who's father just told her he hates her and she's so unbelieving that she actually has to ask if he was talking to her. Freddie looked down, shook his head and said he didn't know what he was afraid of. That he just was.

How was I supposed to respond to that?

This whole time Freddie's had amnesia, I haven't once mistreated him. At least not like I usually do. And that's because I've been trying to start fresh with this new Freddie who doesn't know me at all and I guess I thought maybe I could trick him into thinking he loved me. But apparently I can't even do that without scaring him.

I feel like a monster.

For a while I've been wondering what I'm going to do with myself when Freddie regains his memory and I don't tell him about our whole relationship. But this is so ... so embarrassing. I don't think I mind him forgetting. The only down side is that I will always remember.

Afraid to tell me he loves me?

I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes. Amazingly, Freddie pulled me into a hug and shushed my girlish whimpers.

You have no idea how amazing it felt to finally be back in his arms. I felt so safe, like nothing, nothing could touch me. No one could hurt me. No one except for him. Freddie was the only one with the power to actually cause me so much pain I almost couldn't live with it. I wonder if the feeling is mutual. He soothed me until the bell rang, and when it did, I decided I would pull away. Freddie didn't fully let go. He held onto my elbows, like he wasn't going to let me go anywhere this time. I sniffed and wiped a tear from my cheek.

"Sam, when I say I'm 'scared' it's most definitely, absolutely positively not because of you or anything you've done. You know why?" I shook my head innocently. "Because you did nothing wrong. I overreacted this morning, Sam. And I'm sorry. I'm

so sorry that I was willing to ruin what we have over something as stupid as words. Simple words. You didn't deserve that, Sam. Especially not after what you did today."

I was ... dumbfounded. Freddie totally just read my mind and ripped out everything I thought I knew. He wasn't scared of me? He did love me? He was sorry? He was wrong? I had no words. Literally, no words would come out of my agape mouth because there was nothing I could really say. Freddie didn't get mad or irritated or impatient though. He understood.

"Look, Sam, I love you. I love you so much and I don't want to lose you and I'm not going to lose you so you just sit tight and be my girlfriend because you're going to be for a very long time. Okay?"

It's sad. It's really, really sad because that's what Freddie thinks. If only he knew.

I smiled at him and he kissed me and I felt like throwing up but I didn't.

If Freddie noticed my brokenness inside, he didn't say.

Freddie

Well, I did it. I talked to her. And I told her how I felt about her. Out loud. With my words! Aren't you proud of me?

Ughh.

Why don't I feel happier about this?

Maybe it's because of the lack of enthusiasm from Sam.

She seems really ... I don't know.

Not how a girl should seem right after her boyfriend tells her he loves her.

Aren't girls supposed to feel like a million bucks after something like that?

Maybe I did something wrong.

Knowing me, it's very possible.

Sam

After school, the three of us all meet up at Groovy Smoothie.

While we're there, we run into Wendy and Matt who are laughing hysterically. I smirked at Wendy even though I'm not feeling friendly, because I had to. Wendy just rolled her eyes and turned back to Matt and started talking. This made me think back to our little conversation. I realized, Wendy hasn't bothered me all day about Freddie and I and I have her in almost every class. Hmm. Weird.

I walk up to T-Bo and I tell him to get our usual. T-Bo nods and starts to blend up some fruit, then he jumps up and pulls the top off the blender and fruity goodness flies everywhere and I scream and T-Bo looks at me and tells me he has good news.

"WHAT?" I ask, totally not in the mood and now even more irritated by his childish behavior.

"Well, you know when I was reading that dumb book about amnesia for you? And I told you Freddie would forget everything when he regained his memory?" I stopped whiping gunk off of myself and stared at T-Bo intently.

"... Yeahh?"

"It turns out, I read it wrong. Freddie's gonna remember everything! All of it! Isn't that great!"

The whole world started moving in slow motion. I couldn't breath. My chest wasn't moving. I slowly turned to Freddie, who looked at me concerned, which means I must have screamed without noticing.

The last thing I noticed before I blacked out was Carly listening to T-Bo talk, then turning to me and not looking concerned or worried or scared like Freddie, Wendy, T-Bo, and Matt looked. She just looked at me like she understood. Like she understood completely.

HUHHHH.

fliller chapter!

fINALLY.

You guys don't know how long I've been anticipating the whole T-Bo confesses he can't read thingy haha.

Oh gosh.

But you do know what this means right?

This means the story is coming to an end.

Well, it was a good on'.

It sure was.

R.I.P.

`Lols