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Chapter Three - 2005
"Sam, pass me an apple?" Freddie asked from the the couch.
"Red or green?"
"Green - OW! What was that for?" Freddie cried in pain for Sam had just thrown an apple at him. "I said to pass not throw!"
"Eh," Sam shrugged as she sat down next to him on his couch. "What we watchin'?"
"Celebrities Underwater."
"I've seen this one. Change the channel?"
"No Sam, it's my TV, so I get to pick."
"Change the channel Nub."
"No."
"Freddie!" Sam whined.
"I'm watching it. It's almost over."
"I'm changin the channel," Sam said as she clamored over Freddie to snatch the remote.
"Sam!" Freddie yelled trying to grab for the remote but she held it out of his reach. "Fine but at least put something good on."
"Mexican Food channel?" Sam asked as she flicked through the TV stations.
"Sure. What time did Carly say she was coming over?"
"I don't know," Sam shrugged.
Freddie rolled his eyes and pulled out his pear phone.
To: Carly From Freddie Hey :) You coming over later? I wanna see you before you head to camp for the summer :) Xx
"Watcha' doing?" Sam said peering over his shoulder.
"Texting Carly."
"Why?"
"To find out when she's coming over."
"Okay. Freddie?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you gonna miss Carly while she's at camp?" Sam said sitting up properly in her seat.
"Yeah, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but theres something I wanna ask you?"
"And that would be...?"
"Do you... well, do you have a crush on Carly?" Sam asked. This was something Sam had been curious about for quite some time. This was why she hadn't wanted Carly and Freddie to get close cause as selfish as it may sound Sam didn't want to share Freddie.
"I - Well... I... um..." Freddie stammered. Did he have a crush on Carly? He'd never really thought about it before. When he had met Carly he had hated her on instinct because he didn't want to share Sam. Then he got to know Carly and he liked her more and more. The more he got along with Carly, the less he got along with Sam. It was weird because they had both sworn to each other countless times before that nothing would ever ruin their friendship, and he wasn't saying that Carly was ruining their friendship, but something was.
"Well?" Sam said impatiently.
Freddie honestly didn't know. Freddie Benson had never had a crush before. He'd never really felt anything strong for any girls other than his mother, Sam, Melanie and Carly, and that was different. His Mom was his Mom and he loved her to bits, even if she was a little bit crazy. Melanie had been one of his first friends and he loved her like a sister. And Carly and Sam were his best friends so of course he loved them. Though Sam was his real best friend not Carly. But he loved Carly all the same. But did he love her more than that? She didn't make him feel anything weird. No butterflies or sparks like there are in the movies.
"Well, I - " Thankfully Freddie didn't have to finish that sentence because Carly skipped through the door and into the room.
"Hey guys," She smiled, her pearly white teeth gleaming as she did so.
"Sup?" Sam acknowledged.
"Hey Carly," Freddie smiled back. He felt weird know. Was that because he was thinking about feeling weird over Carly? Or was he generally feeling weird over her?
"Freddie are you blushing?" Carly asked as she sat down in the chair beside the couch.
"What? No!"
"I think you are, your cheeks have gone all pink," Carly giggled.
"No they haven't!"
Sam quickly jumped in before Carly could embarass Freddie further. "So Carls, what time you leaving?"
Carly looked down at her pink bedazzled wrist watch, "Um, 'bout ten minutes."
Sam nodded, "Cool. So when do you get back from this Cheerleading camp?" She asked leaning back into the couch.
"In a month."
The trio watched the Mexican food channel until Carly's phone vibrated. Telling her it was time to go.
"I'm gonna miss you guys," Carly said, a sad expression on her face.
"Same here Carls," Sam said standing up.
"Try to be good for Freddie."
"I'm not gonna make promises I can't keep. Bye Carls," Sam smiled sadly, hugging her friend. "Text me when you get there?"
"Sure. I'm gonna miss you Freddie," Carly said turning towards Freddie who was sat watching the two girls before him.
"I'm gonna miss you too," Freddie said getting up and taking a step closer to the brunette. "A lot."
"Same," Carly said following and stepping closer still.
"I'll see you in a month though," Freddie smiled.
"Yeah. And I'll text you," She got closer.
Their faces were inches apart.
"Good. And we can e-mail," Freddie said moving forward slightly.
"And maybe you could come down at the end of the month and watch the show," Carly said hopefully.
"And you'll have me to look after you Fredwart!" Sam said enthusiastically, as she jumped between the pair in her effort to split them apart and end this little moment. No one got moments with Freddie except her. He was her best friend after all.
"Yes, I'll have you Sam," Freddie chuckled. "Bye Carls," Freddie said pulling the girl in for a hug.
"Bye Freddie," Carly whipsered before kissing him softly on the cheek. With one last wave she left apartment 8-D.
Freddie turned towards Sam who had a slight frown on her face and grinned, "What? Upset cause you didn't get one Puckett?"
"What?" Sam jumped from her thoughts.
"If you wanted a hug all you had to do was ask."
"Gross why would I want a hug from you?" It wasn't that she didn't want a hug from Freddie, trust me, she did. It was just that after watching the scene that had just unraveled before her, hugging Freddie just didn't seem right. Besides if she did hug him, she wouldn't be able to let go through fear of him running off. "You might have cooties!" Sam sneered.
"What are you six?" Freddie snorted. "Wait, you can't be cause at six you loved my hugs."
"I liked a lot of things a six."
"Yeah, like playing princesses," Freddie teased.
"Shut up! Like you said, I was six."
"What? You were a cute princess."
Sam could feel her cheeks begining to burn.
"Aww, is little Princess Puckett blushing?" Freddie smirked.
"Cram it dork!" She said turning away from him to avoid his gaze.
"Aww Sam theres nothing to be embarassed about. Like I said you were a cute princess."
"Yeah well, you were an ugly prince," She said poking her tongue out at him.
"Fuinny... I seem to recall you saying I was a charming prince."
"I wonder what happened?" Sam said, pretending to ponder the thought.
"I got a lot more charming and handsome?"
"Puh - lease dork. Keep dreaming."
"I think I shall."
"Fine."
"Whatever."
"Okay."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"Fine, I will."
"Go ahead."
"I will."
"You don't appear to be doing anything."
"That's because I'm low on energy. Moma needs food!"
"What do you want?"
"Fat cakes! And fries. And a burger. And a smoothie."
"Come on then. Groovy Smoothie it is."
"I don't get why Carly hates that place."
"Neither do I. It's pretty cool. Come on, then. Grab your jacket Sam. Your not leaving with out it."
"Freddie!" She whined. "It's summer!"
"I don't care it could get chilly later."
"I'm not wearing one."
"Then we're not going to the Groovy Smoothie."
"Ugh! Fine!"
Freddie and Sam left the aprtment and headed out of Bushwell Plaza. Begining their short walk to the Groovy Smoothie.
"So what do you want to do this summer?" Freddie asked as they walked down the street.
"Eat, go to the park, watch TV, see some movies, go bowling, etc. You?"
"I don't mind. But whatever we do I assume I'm paying?"
"Heck yeah," The petit blonde grinned.
Freddie chuckled and held out the door so she could enter the smoothie shop.
"Freddie!" Sam whined. "I'm bored."
Freddie looked over at the girl sprawled out on the couch, "So get up and go do something."
"I can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because..."
"Because what?"
"Because..."
"You don't have a valid reason do you?"
"Bleh!"
"Nyaaahh!"
The summer had been a hot one. It had aslo been the first summer inthree years Sam and Freddie had got to spend alone without the presence of Carly. And although neither of them would admit it and even though they both loved Carly, they were both happy to just have the other.
"So what you wanna do today?" Freddie asked, but then added quickly, "Other than eat."
Sam pouted, "You know I do more than eat."
"Yeah, you abuse me!" Freddie poked his tongue out at the girl making her pout more.
Freddie's phone vibrated in his pocket and he quickly checked the message, Sam leant over to read along with him.
To: Freddie From: Carly Hey! :) I'm back in a couple of days. I'm sorry you couldn't come down to watch the final show :( But Spencer filmed it so you and Sam can watch when I get back. Which did I mention is in a couple of days! I really missed you and Sam! I can't wait to see you! Text ya later :) Xx
"Cool. Carly's back soon and then you can finally stop raiding my fridge and get back into the routine of raiding Carly's instead," Freddie joked, though this was untrue. Sam had always stolen from his fridge. Before Carly and now after. He kinda didn't want Carly to come back so soon. He felt like himself again. Like he did when it was just him and Sam. He was going to miss that feeling. And though she would nevere admit it Sam was feeling the exact same way.
Sam laughed half-heartedly. "You know, you never answered my question."
"What question?" Freddie asked puzzled.
"Do you like Carly?"
"Well, duh Sam. I like you too. Your my best friends."
"No you nub! I meant do you like like her?"
"Oh," Freddie said, because he was unsure of what to say next. Did he like Carly? "I don't know," He shrugged. "You want a fat cake?"
"Sure," Sam nodded as Freddie stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. Sam wasn't hungry but a familiar empty feeling had come upon her and she put it down to a hunger of sorts.
Whilst Freddie was in the kitchen it gave Sam a short while to think. Of course Freddie liked Carly. There was no way he didn't. All the guys in their class did. Even Gibby! But then again, Freddie isn't all the guys. He's Freddie. And he's different. But that doesn't nessacairly mean anything when it comes down to Carly Shay. Don't get her wrong, Carly was Sam's best (female) friend and she wouldn't be without her but she couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Carly when she got attention from the guys in school. Especially when she got attention from Freddie. That shot a seemingly never ending feeling of devestation burning through Sam's body. Sam loved Freddie. In a totally platonic way of course. At least she thinks it's platonic...
"One fat cake for the lovely Princess Puckett," Freddie said in a shamefully pompous voice.
"You dork. I'd throw this fat cake at you but I love it to much to subject it to the horror of coming into contact with you."
"Technically I've already touched it,," Freddie pointed out.
Sam couldn't argue with that so instead she just ate the fat cake in silence, whilst she tried to quieten her ever so loud thoughts. Sometimes her thoughts were so loud she wondered if other people could hear them. When she was younger Freddie used to be able to finish her sentences or know what she was thinking even though she hadn;t said anything. Freddie said it was because he knew her all to well, Sam believed it was because her thoughts were so loud.
"When does your Mom get back from work?" Sam asked after she swallowed her last bite of fat cake goodness.
"Um... in an hour or so. Why?"
"Cause I need a ride back home."
"Aren't you staying here tonight?"
"I was gonna but I need to um... clean my room," Sam lied.
Ordinarily Sam Puckett was one of the greatest liars to grace Seattle but due to her thoughts making her sound so weird and Freddie being Freddie, he worked out pretty darn quickly that she was lying.
"Clean your room? Seriously? Is that the best you got? Please Sam, the day you clean your room is the day - "
"You grow leg hair?" Sam offered.
Freddie rolled his eyes at the girl, "Now, wanna tell me the real reason?"
"I just wanna go home is all," Sam shrugged looking at her sneakers.
"You sure? I rented the new Galaxy Wars movie. We could watch it tonight..." Freddie tempted.
"I don''t know..."
Freddie lept up from the couch and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him in a warm embrace, and she nuzzled comfortably into his neck. "Sam you know you can tell me anything. So quit acting so weird and tell me what's up."
Sam mumbled into his neck and pulled him tighter to her petit frame.
"I love you Sammy," He whispered.
"Love you to Fredward," She whispered back.
He knew that this was a weird way of getting her to stay, but it was a successful way and to be quite honest, it was a way Freddie enjoyed.
** Author's Note **
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