I'm Not Sorry

There was a light knock on the door.

Carly averted her gaze from her bickering sidekicks and looked to the door. She wondered briefly who it could be. Spencer said he needed two more hours on the junkyard.

As she looked away from them, Sam carefully allowed herself to turn her head and face Freddie.

Apparently, he had the same idea and their glances met. And as they did, both looked quickly away - as if lightning strucked them.

Neither Sam nor Freddie wanted to show any sign of weakness, regret or desire.

Gibby, who had yet again no clue what was going on, decided to get up and open the door. He slowly twisted the dorknob and revealed who the person behind the door was.

There stood a green haired girl with purple contacts in front of the Shay's door. Her pants were cut off and her colorful shirt revealed a bit of her belly. Her big, dirty combat boots seemed worn out but her expression was a friendly one.

Gibby checked the girl out and felt a fuzzy feeling inside of him. He leaned back on the door frame, giving her a flirty smirk. He now knew what love at first sight meant, Gibby believed. "Heeello."

The girl however didn't seem so interested in the chubby boy at all. She took a step in and went passed him.

"Oh," Carly smiled politely at the girl. "Hey, Willow." She couldn't hide the puzzlement though.

Willow was a girl who also lived in the Bushwell Plaza and they would come across each other once in a while.

"Hello," Willow waved slightly, offering them all a brief smile, which dissapeared quickly and turned into a bewildered expression. "I uh, came to pick up the sculpture for my dad.." She explained, scratching her neck roughly and avoiding any kind of eye contact.

Carly finally saw daylight; Spencer was supposed to make a scuplture of a fantasy tree for Mr. Palmer, Willow's father.

"Right," Carly nodded. "My brother's not home but it's in his bedroom," She told her and unfolded her arms, while walking over to Willow. "It's pretty big though. Do you need help carrying it upstairs?" The brunette girl asked, somewhat apologetically.

Freddie watched the girl carefully. He would help her. After all, his mum didn't raise him not for nothing to a gentlemen. Besides, Freddie needed to get away from here. From the pain. From the longing. Get away from her.

It goes without saying that the blonde girl recognized the glances that the boy was giving the girl. She didn't like it one bit.

"Uh," Freddie slowly got up from the couch, leaving Sam as the only one on the couch. Her glances followed him.

Now he looked directly at Willow and her purple contacts made him smirk. It looked bizarre to him. "I can help you!" He shrugged - his tone hid a chuckle.

The other boy was still standing next to the door and just watched the scene, while narrowing his eyes. What was Freddie thinking? That he could just have all the girl without the Gibster meddling in? Not this time..

Willow scratched her forehead. "Sure, thanks." She agreed and let Freddie lead her into Spencer's bedroom.

Sam watched them sorrowful disappear, not able to do anything against the fact that her stomach tensed up and her throat began to burn. She grabbed the pillow next to her and pressed it hardly on her lap, digging her sharp nails into it.

He would always make her feel that way when he was with another girl. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't.

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