Thanks for the reviews you guys. It really means a lot. A few of you were right in your reviews, on what would happen. You'll see what'll happen in this chapter. So, here's the next chapter!
A magnetic pull began pulling them closer together until...
The closet door was opened. A janitor, Janitor Cooper, the nicest janitor, stood there, shocked. Sam and Freddie jumped back, hitting the walls. They hastily stood up as they collected their stuff.
"Oh yeah, Janitor Cooper. What a...pleasure to see you, at five thirty in the morning," Freddie said as he stuffed his computer in his bag. Sam fixed her hair as she patted Cooper on the back as she exited the room.
"Good to see you Coop. How'd you open the door? I see the doorknob on the outside still opens it. That's great! We'll be leaving now," Sam said as Freddie followed her out.
"Yeah, explanations aren't really neccesary. We're just going back home now, we'll be back in a couple of hours. Um, yeah, see ya!" Freddie said as the two took of running down the hall, Janitor Cooper smiling all-knowingly before whistling and walking into the room, flicking on the second switch in the closet. Light flooded the room immediately.
Sam and Freddie rushed outside and started running down the sidewalk until they were a block away from the school before slowing down. They slowed to a walk as Sam bit her lip, neither person saying anything. Did the two really almost kiss? Again? How could that have happened? And did Sam really want to kiss him again? Of course her conscience said. Sam nudged her conscience aside. Stupid mind, she was not going to deny they were going to kiss. But could she deny any longer that she could have feelings for Freddie? The tech geek? Her dork? Whoa, where did that last thought come from? Freddie was not her dork, he was just a dork in general. He was not an owned dork.
"My mom's going to be worried about where I am," Freddie said awkwardly, breaking the silence. Sam shrugged.
"My mom won't care," Sam said. Freddie looked apologetic as they walked in silence again. What the ham could she say to him? And also, should she go home or go to Carly's? She didn't have any change of clothing at Carly's, so she would have to go home.
"Are you going to Carly's now?" Freddie asked her. Sam looked at him, then realized her mistake. Her eyes met his. She bit her lip as she ripped her eyes away from his gorgeous ones. What was wrong with her? He was...Freddie for ham's sake!
"Naw, I'm gonna go home, actually get changed," she answered lightly. Freddie nodded awkwardly as they turned onto the street. Freddie and Sam spotted Bushwell Plaza.
"Well, see you at school?" Freddie asked as Sam stopped.
"Sure, bye," she said then without another word, walked toward the bus stop across the street.
Sam got home at six-thirty. That only gave her half an hour to get ready to catch the bus back to school. I'm so tired, she thought as she entered her house.
"Hi Mom, I'm home!" she called. As usual, no answer. It's not like Sam cared. Her mom never took care of her anymore. She used to but that was a long time ago, before her rotten father got thrown into jail to rot for thirty-five years for taking a store hostage and killing a few people. Sam was nothing like her father. She may be bad, but she would never kill or hurt someone. Well, not entirely true, Sam thought as she trudged up to her room. She did hurt people. Physically and mentally in fact, especially Freddie.
"You know, they say when a girl constantly rips on a guy, it really just means she has a crush on him"
"But I'm not ripping on a guy, I was ripping on you."
Maybe Freddie was right that time, maybe she has always had a crush on him, she just didn't know it it was all making sense, the teasing, the comments, everything. She really did like Freddie. Oh my god! The weird vibe she got when Freddie tried to flirt with Carly. Everything about her and Freddie's relationship was love-hate.
"Really? Wanna kiss me?"
"Kiss you? Dude, I'd rather...not do that at this time but I appreciate your kind offer."
Why did she say that? She totally could have worded it differently for the bet bt she had to say not do that at this time, like she wanted to kiss him but not in front of his precious Carly. God, there was that weird vibe again! Make the weird vibe go away!!!
Sam sighed as she made it to her room. It wasn't special. It was pretty plain and messy. She didn't sleep in it often, usually she'd go to Carly's. Sam pulled out a top and slipped it on. Then she slipped on some jeans then looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess. Sam combed it and was going to put it in a messy ponytail then changed her mind. She put it in a high ponytail.
Better, but Sam noticed the shirt was gray. She was so not in the mood for a gray shirt. She took it off and looked through her closet. She finally found a blue top, it was actually kinda fancy, an unlike Sam shirt. Why was she wearing it? Was it to impress Freddie?
No way, she argued as she slipped on her Converse shoes and went to the bathroom, doing her teeth and washing her face. She sprayed some of her mom's perfume so she wouldn't smell bad, then put on some makeup. Simple, of course. Just some blush, eyeliner and eyeshadow.
Why was she doing this? It could not be to impress the dork. She didn't need to impress him. They were already friends! But something inside was telling her to try to look nice for once today, so she was. Also it would hide the bags under her eyes, or distract them.
Sam sighed as she grabbed her bag and walked downstairs. After eating cereal (and ham) she refilled her bag with food then left the house, walking to the bus-stop, wondering what would happen at school today.
Ok, what do ya think? Sorry if there was no kiss. But don't worry, the kiss will happen very soon, possibly next chapter, just possibly. I know it's a little shorter, but I hope you enjoyed! Thanks guys! And Janitor Cooper, well, I thought he could be the cool-all-knowing one, the one you don't expect to know, but does. So yeah, he'll definately be in the story more. So, review!