Sorry I didn't write yesterday. I was sick. I'm not too well today, eaiter, but I wanted to write, becasue at least today I can life my head. So please enjoy, and review! Because I haven't been getting a lot of reviews on this story...

Love Is Writing

Sam smiled triumpatly as she hit the print button on the computer. She counted the 150 pages in total and then brought them to her husband, who was reading the Sunday paper and drinking coffie in his robe. She dropped them on the table in front of him. Freddie's eyes grew wide as he looked at the papers. He chuckled a little bit before looking up at Sam, who was smiling.

"You did all this?" Freddie asked, chuckling a little bit.

"Yeah! What do you think?" Sam asked. Freddie nodded.

"Impressive, sweetie. Impressive. What is it?" Freddie asked, looking up at his beautiful wife. She bent over to point at the paper. Freddie redirected his attention to the paper in front of him.

"I wrote a book! It's called, The Story of Us. Quess what it's about?" Sam said, almost jumping up and down.

"Is it about us?" Freddie asked, looking up at his wife again.

"Read this page." Sam said, pointing down at a page. Freddie looked down and he smiled.

"Is this the courtyard story?" Freddie asked, looking up at his wife.

"Yes, it is. Just read." Sam said. Freddie looked down at the page and started reading.

"Yo Yo." Freddie said, walking up to me. I continued to look down at the ground as I answered him.

"Did Carly send you to find me?" I asked.

"No." Freddie said.

"Then I quess you didn't hear about our little argument." I said, trying to pretwnd it was no big deal, when really it was a big deal. I really didn't like to fight with Carly. She was my best friend. But somethimes, you have to fight, to get your point across. And this time, I wanted to get my point across. I wasn't in love with Brad. I just couldn't say that I was in love with Fredie.

"Oh i heard about your little argument." Freddie said, putting air quotes around, 'Little Argument'. "She just didn't send me to find you."

"Oh." I said, softly.

"But Carly's right." I groaned. I was sick of Freddie always agreeing with Carly. "Groan all you want."

"I don't care about what your stupid Pearpod app said about me being in love. I don't like Brad like that!" I said.

"Lately, whenever me and Brad do something, you wanna tag along." Freddie said.

"And that means I'm in love with him?" I yelled.

"Well you hate me!" Freddie said, throwing his hands into the air.

"I don't hate you." I said, sofly.

"Yeah you have! Like nine hundred times! I still have that birthday card you sent me that says, Happy Birthday, I hate you. Hate, Sam" Freddie said.

"Just leeeave." Sam said, pointing at the door that lead back into the school building.

"Bye!" Sam said.

"But before I do-" Freddie said. I had enough. I stod up and grabbed my water bottle.

"THAT'S IT! Leave before I do a double-fist face dance on your head!" I screamed. Freddie walked closer and gave me that adorable pout of his.

"Treaten your double-fist face dancing all you want." Freddie said. I rocked onto my heel to let him talk. "Carly's still right. Look, I know it's scary to put your feelings out there, because you never know if the person you like is gonna like you back. Everyone feels that way. But you never know what might happen if you-" Freddie started. And then, I did the most stupid thing I could have done. I kissed him. He was stiff for a good, long moment. Then I pulled away, and he was spech-less.

Freddie looked up from the page.

"Sam, I didn't know that you couls write so well! How come you never told me about this?" Freddie asked. Sam shrugged.

"If you had asked, then I would have felt rushed, and I may not have included some of my favorite moments of us." Sam said, putting one hand on her husbands shoulder. Freddie stod us and kissed her on the cheek. Then, he kept his hand on her cheek for a few seconds more.

"Well, I think that it's wonderful, and beautiful." Freddie said, realseing his hand from her cheek and linking his hand with Sam's. "Just like you."

Sam laughed. "So, you think that I'm a good writer, huh?" Sam asked.

"Yes, very much so." Freddie said, kissing his wife on the lips. He pulled away, but lingered his lips in front of Sam's for a moment, so that Sam could feel his breath on her face. "And I love you, Sam Benson, so very much."

"I know that." Sam said, causing her husband to laugh.

"Good." Freddie said, giving her one last kiss on the cheek.