Well, here's the next chapter guys! I'm so glad you're enjoying it. I've just finished my projects and now can concentrate a little bit more on my stories. Unfortunately I still have exams coming up so I dunno how much I can update. But enjoy this next chapter
It felt like hours later for Freddie, as he and Sam sat in the semi-dark closet, waiting for the other to say anything. But there wasn't anything to say. They were trapped, trapped like wild animals with no way out until morning.
It wasn't all so bad. He could have been trapped with someone worse, like that jock, Duke, or...Valerie. So stuck with the girl he kissed wasn't totally bad, even though it was very awkward between them right now and they could not possibly go back to hating each other ever again and he was super confused right now... ok, it was pretty bad! But weirdly enough, he was glad he was trapped with Sam. Maybe they could actually talk. Doubtful, since Sam wouldn't even look at him.
Freddie looked down at his opened computer. The Internet didn't work, but Freddie glanced at the time. Six-fifteen. They have been stuck in here for over an hour already. Time was going by even slower now. Freddie sighed as he snuck a glance at Sam. Her eyes met his. Freddie had the weirdest feeling ever, a good feeling though. The two stayed silent, looking at each other before Freddie spoke. He had to say something!
"Ok, this is just ridiculous," Freddie finally said. Sam narrowed her eyes in confusion.
"What is?" she asked. Freddie ran his hand through his hair.
"All of this. Our...behavior ever since yesterday, when we...well, you know, kissed," Freddie said. Freddie saw Sam tense up at the word kissed. Freddie grimaced at the word as well. It flowed well on his tongue, but it felt weird. Sam nodded.
"I know. I don't like it! We promised to go back to hating each other, but it's so darn hard!" Sam exclaimed. Freddie nodded.
"I know! We kissed, we should be acting normal now, but we aren't. Maybe because we both...maybe, liked the kiss?" Freddie suggested. Sam glowered.
"Come on, I did not like the kiss," Sam defended rather quickly. Freddie heard a hint of uncertainty on her voice. Freddie looked down.
"Well, in all honesty, I liked the kiss. I don't like to admit it, but I did," Freddie said quietly. The small room was quiet for a few minutes. Freddie was sure Sam was going to hurt him or something. Finally Sam spoke.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but, I....enjoyed the..kiss..as well," she managed. Freddie smiled softly.
"So, now what? This stupid kiss changed everything and we can't keep acting like this," he said. Sam nodded.
"I know! But seriously, what can we do? We can't start dating. It's too weird! Besides, you love Carly," Sam spat out. Freddie looked genuinely surprised.
"I haven't liked Carly in a few weeks actually," Freddie said. Sam frowned, looking surprised.
"What? When did this happen? How?" she asked.
"I grew up," he said simply. Sam rolled her eyes.
"You didn't grow up Freddork. Well, maybe physically you did, but mentally, you'll always be that little weird dork that crushes on Carly," Sam said.
"Not true! I grew up mentally!" Freddie defended himself. Sam rolled her eyes.
"Of course you did," she said sarcastically. Freddie nodded quickly. Of course he grew up! He was more mature, and more independant than he was in eighth grade. After all, he was in tenth grade Math class and in the twelfth grade Technology class AND was top of all his classes. Well, besides Science, where Carly was. He was even more athletic than he was last year. He could actually run faster than Lucas Thompson now, the fastest kid in his gym class (though not the fastest in the school) and he could actually play basketball and soccer. He was smarter and more organized! Sam was just fooling with him, because she was trying to act normal, but couldn't because of the feelings about the kiss. Yeah, that's it! Freddie didn't know what Sam was thinking, but he was really curious to find out.
"You just keeping thinking what you're thinking Samantha," he said. Sam glared as she stood up, towering the sitting down Freddie.
"Never call me by my full name, got it Fredward?" she said threatingly. Freddie stood up. Thank god he went through his growth spurt. Now he overtowered Sam by at least four inches. He loved it. He looked down on Sam.
"As long as you don't call me Fredward. Only my mom's allowed to call me that, only because if I don't let her, she'll take my cellphone and laptop away," Freddie said. Sam cracked a small smile. Freddie smiled back as the two sat back down.
"So, what now Freddie? It's only six-thirty. We have twelve whole hours," Sam asked, changing the subject. Freddie shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, I have some movies saved onto my computer. We could watch them if you like," Freddie suggested. Sam nodded.
"Why not?" she said as Freddie pulled up four movies.
"Ok, let's see. We have The Pacifier, A Cinderella Story, Cellular and National Treasure," Freddie said. Sam thought.
"I'm in the mood for a good hard laugh, but also violence. Press play on The Pacifier," Sam declared. Freddie grinned as he pressed play on the movie and the two sat back against the wall as the movie started. The next four hours were the best he's ever had in a while, Freddie noted. Throughout the movie, they laughed and Sam made fun of a couple of the parts, like with the duck and the nanny. After the movie, the two played a couple of games on the computer, then they watched a Cinderella Story, Sam and Freddie both making fun of it. After that movie was done, Sam and Freddie started talking about students and teachers in the school, making fun of them and such.
Freddie was having so much fun. It felt like the good old days. Way before, when the two were in third grade, before Carly came along. The two weirdly enough used to be the best of friends. They got along so well then Carly came along from another school, Sam became her friend and Freddie became the trusty sidekick, and Freddie fell for her. Now, Freddie looking back on it, he didn't know exactly why he fell for Carly Shay. She was pretty, yes, and sweet and so kind. But at the time, did they have anything in common? Not really.
Freddie yawned as he looked at the time. It was eleven-thirty already. Wow. It was late. He turned to look at Sam and noticed her sprawled over on the ground, fast asleep. Freddie yawned. He didn't blame her. It was getting late. Freddie sighed as he closed his laptop and settled down away from Sam, moving his laptop aside as he fell fast asleep....
Freddie awoke to find someone right beside him, pressed against him sort of uncomfortable. Freddie groaned as he opened his eyes. It was still dark, since his laptop wasn't on, but judging from his position, he realized he must have moved around in his sleep and somehow had his hands wrapped around Sam. He moved them quickly but quietly, to make sure he didn't wake her up. Too late, he thought as Sam squirmed and groaned as well. Freddie checked his watch, not entirely awake. It was five-thirty am. Oh god, he had been asleep for...six hours. Not enough, he thought miserably.
"Wha' time s'it," Sam mumbled.
"Five-thirty," he answered. Sam shot straight up.
"FIVE THIRTY IN THE MORNING?!" she shrieked. He nodded as he turned his laptop on. The room was flodded with light once more. Freddie yawned as he stood up.
"Yeah, sorry to wake you, but the janitor's will be here in half an hour most likely, and if we want to get out of here without being caught by them, we need a plan to, you know, get out without being seen," Freddie said. Sam nodded as she stood up as well, yawning.
"So, what's the plan?" she asked. Freddie shrugged.
"How am I supposed to know?" he asked. Sam rolled her eyes.
"I'm hungry," she realized as her stomach growled. She reached into her bag and pulled out fat cakes. Freddie realized how hungry he was. He didn't eat any dinner yesterday, and he didn't have much lunch after the incident. He was just lucky his mom fed him a big breakfast. Sam, finally looking at Freddie, shrugged, as she pulled out two more fat cakes and handed them to Freddie without a word. Freddie took them gratefully as Sam stuffed them into her mouth. Freddie chuckled as he started eating his. Some things really don't change, he realized. Soon the two were done eating.
"Thanks Sam. I didn't think you had food," he said. Sam gave him a look as she pulled out her package of ham. Then she laughed.
"Me, without food? That's funny Freddie," she said. Freddie laughed too.
"Yes, what was I thinking?" he joked. Sam just rolled her eyes as she ate some ham then slipped it into her bag. She turned to Freddie.
"Well, this wasn't how I expected to spend my night but, weirdly enough, I had fun," she said. Freddie nodded, smiling.
"We're going to have to talk more, you know, about where our relationship is," he said. Sam rolled her eyes and was about to retort. She took a step foward and slipped. Luckily Freddie reached out and caught her as she fell. She landed in his arms. She looked up into his eyes. Freddie really did feel a connection right then, an urge to...kiss her. He just wanted to swoop down and kiss her. It was the perfect moment. The two got caught up in each other's eyes as Freddie continued to hold her. A magnetic pull began pulling them closer together until...
Yay! Cliffhanger! Will they kiss, or not? What do you think will happen? What do you want to happen? Tell me! Now I shall go to bed, cause it's late! Ok, it's not that late, only midnight. But whatever. Review guys!