So THIS is what happens when you all get a little motivated. I must say, it feels nice to wake up in the morning and see all of your nice reviews, it makes getting through first period AP Calculus so much better. And then I came home to even more reviews, and it made me smile. So thank you! I know that most of you who read this still aren't reviewing, and that makes me a little sad, but those of you that care enough to review make my day.
To LyshaLuvsSeddie: It IS a weird question, but I stole that smidgen of dialogue from iLost My Mind. I just found it so funny that Freddie always tries to deflect when Carly wants him to talk about his feelings.
ToArocksprpl2, mintydinosaur (love the name, by the way), MayRaah and shugoi: Thanks for your words of love! They really do brighten my day and keep me focused on updating more. :)
To MissSeddie: Oh em gee, that would be AMAZING, and much appreciated.
To kiyokoseddie: I would love for all of this to happen on the show too,but Dan Schneider would never allow it because it really is too intense for Nickelodeon.
To xXxStompingOnRosesxXx: I know how you feel! I get that way sometimes too when I'm reading a particularly good fanfic, and I apologize if I unintentionally got you into any trouble with your parentals.
To DannySamLover20: I shall keep going, definitely for a large amount of chapters. And quite honestly, I don't remember the last time I saw Danny Phantom. I miss it; that show was awesome.
Sorry, people who just want me to just get on with the story already, but I believe in openly thanking anyone who reviews.
Sam looked at Freddie first, mouth agape. Every time she had even remotely considered telling the nub how she felt, never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that he would reciprocate, much less possibly like her more than she did him.
She looked at Carly. The squeal that Carly had let out not seconds ago might very well have shattered her inner ear, but it's not like Carly cared. The prissy princess just contined to sit crisscross applesauce on the coffee table, grinning at Sam and Freddie like a huge doofus.
Back at Freddie. The chocolate eyes that she had grown to love so much were drilling holes into her brain, captivating her, making her want to stay there forever...
With as much willpower as she could possibly muster, Sam looked back at Carly. The brunette was smiling even wider than before, eyes flickering between Sam and Freddie.
"I'm gonna go." Sam said. She wanted so badly to stay at Carly's again that night, but with Freddie sleeping right across the hall now knowing how she felt about him would make that impossible. So she grabbed her phone and walked out the door, leaving her best friend and the boy she loved behind her.
Freddie and Carly sat in silence for about five seconds.
Why isn't he going after her? Carly thought. No matter how tough Sam appeared to be on the outside, deep down Carly knew that there was a girl who liked to be hugged and coddled and told she was beautiful.
Carly decided to voice her thoughts. "Dude. You just admitted that you love her, and you let her leave? GO AFTER HER."
Freddie didn't need a second opinion. He dashed out of the apartment, not even bothering to grab his phone or put on his shoes.
"Sammie! SAM!" Freddie called, finally seeing her standing in front of the elevator. SHe looked up at him and her sad expression quickly changed into a smirk.
"You called me Sam."
"I was worried! My primary focus was not on irritating you!"
Everything was quiet for minute.
"Freddie...did you mean what you said in there?"
Freddie laughed wryly, running his fingers through his now-disheveled hair. "Every goddamn word, Princess."
"Well, I lied."
The slight smile that had grown on Freddie's face in those few seconds disappeared.
"What?"
"You heard me, you nub. I said I liked you and I lied."
Not wanting to respond to Sam in case his voice betrayed him, Freddie turned his back on Sam and walked down the hall back to his apartment. Because of Sam's stealthiness he didn't notice her running up behind him until she grabbed him by his arm and swirled him around. Her blue eyes blazed as she locked her fingers on the back of his neck and pulled his lips down to meet hers. Freddie was shocked for the shortest of seconds and then he reciprocated, pulling Sam closer to him, one hand on her waist and the other tangled in her curls.
They stayed in that position for a good minute, until the need for air overwhelmed them both. Their lips detatched but they didn't move away from each other, still close, gasping for breath.
"I love you," Sam said breathlessly.
And there it was, eight letters that made Freddie want to simultaneously jump for joy and punch the wall as hard as he could. "Come here, there's something I want to show you." Freddie took Sam's hand, interlacing her fingers with his and pulling her to his apartment. Mrs. Benson was working, and wouldn't be home for hours.
"What is it you want to show me, you dork?"
Freddie grabbed Sam by her hips and puller her tight against his chest. "Nothing," he whispered. "But if Carly or Spencer interrupt us one more time..."
He brought Sam's lips to his once more, not caring about the fact that they haven't seriously talked about their relationship. All they both cared about was each other, and the way that their bodies were intertwining as their mouths moved furiously against one another's. Freddie lightly bit Sam'slower lip and she granted him access, their tongues once again combating.
They both unspokenly agreed to move to a slightly more comfortable position, moving over to the couch while managing to never break contact with each other. Sam broke the kiss long enough to push Freddie on to the couch and sit on his lap, their lips colliding again with a passion that would put the sun to shame. Sam started to unbutton the light blue button-down that Freddie had been wearing, wanting to finally see the dork's buffness.
"Whoa." Sam said, laying both of her hands flat against Freddie's abs. He chuckled and brought her face down to his, missing her warmth.
Soon after that Sam shedded the penny tee she had on, remaining in only a tiny purple striped tank top that she had stolen from Carly that morning.
Freddie's hand immediately went to the large portion of Sam's exposed waist, loving the way her warm skin felt against his hands, loving the way she gently shuddered and groanedwhen he did so.
Their kiss ended eventually, both of them smiling at each other breathlessly with red lips. Freddie turned on the TV and found House playing, a show they both loved. Sam loved how House was so mean to his team and patients, Freddie loved how House always managed to solve his patients' problems by having an epiphany from a commonplace conversation.
Sam and Freddie stayed that way for hours, with the slight adjustment of Freddie moving Sam from on top of him to directly in front of him as they both laid length-wise along the couch, one of Freddie's arms draped over her waist and the other playing with a curl on the top of her head.
Okay, that's it for tonight. I loved that more people reviewed, but as the number of people who read this just jumped into the two thousands, I still don't like that only nine people reviewed. Flame me if you so choose, compliment me if you so choose, but I want to know your thoughts on this! On all of this! So until more people review, and I'm talking about more than single-digit numbers, I will not post the next chapter.
So review, please! If not, Mrs. Briggs will trap you in her Randy Jackson closet and force you to listen to her and Mr. Howard make out.
Faithfully, Amy.