Freddie's POV

The movie ended soon. I also finished my soup. So I just tossed the bowl away (hey, Mom isn't home) and figured I'd find something good on TV. I flicked through the channels, hoping to find something worthwhile. Truth be told, the only thing on the TV was a load of cruddy chiz.

"Hey, Freddie?" Sam said. I realized how quiet she was being. She normally wasn't that soft-spoken; she was usually talking and insulting. The only time she was quiet was when she was eating, and she doesn't eat that quietly.

"Uh, yeah?" I said, turning to her. She looked like she had just pondered something heavily. Her face was confused, slightly mad, and even…glum, maybe?

"I was just wondering…why do you still chase after Carly?" she asked. I was surprised. She wasn't even asking it with a sneer like usual; she seemed authentically curious. Was that why her face was so full of emotions? Nah, that couldn't be it. But…why'd she ask?

"Um…" I said, not sure of what to say, "I don't know. I have a crush on her, you know—"

"Yes, but…" she interrupted, "If she hasn't warmed up to the idea of dating you yet, why would you still try?" I shrugged. I wasn't sure what to do in this situation.

"I don't know." I said uncomfortably, "I guess it's just nice to have hope that she'll like me…I really don't know, Sam." She kept quiet for a moment, pondering something again. Unsure, I just watched her. Why was she asking such personal questions? Why did she give a crud if I chased after Carly or not?

"But why don't you, I don't know, give up?" she asked, "Or at least date other girls? It's obvious she's not going to date you anytime soon." And there's the Sam I know.

"Gee, thanks." I said, smirking. But instead of smirking back, she stood up and outstretched her arms dramatically.

"Don't you get it?" she said, "Carly doesn't want to date you! Why don't you date another girl? One who might actually love you? You'd be happier if you'd just stop chasing after Carly and find another chick!" That was deep, even for Sam. She had a point though; Carly wasn't in love with me. I should at least date other girls until she falls for me, if she does. But what shocked me was that Sam was telling me this. She seemed to sense the awkwardness, so she sat back down slowly, keeping her eyes on the floor. It was rather silent after that. She looked embarrassed and upset, which was understandable yet odd, for she was Sam.

"You're right, Sam." I said, and she looked up at me, "It is kind of pathetic how I keep trying. Who am I trying to kid? Carly won't love me."

"Don't beat yourself up." she said, scooting closer, "You're a nice guy. Funny, sweet, smart…I just think you should try going for girls that actually like you back. I'm not saying you're unlikeable. I'm just saying…move on." Wow, Sam actually cared. She even complimented me three times. Maybe she really was my friend.

"Thanks." I said, smiling, "You're right. I need to move on, at least for now." She smiled.

"Good. And who knows what the future holds?" she said. I shrugged, still grinning.

"Yeah…" I said, looking into her swirling blue eyes, "Who knows?"

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