A/N: So sorry I didn't update earlier, but I've been busy as hell, working on my first projects! (I'm drawing houses and furniture guys! So excited!) Anyway, this chapter is a little lemony because it's been a while and this is a rated m fiction. Anyway, I wanna thank all of the reviews, you guys rock!
Sam's POV
FUCK! I don't wanna go! SHIT! Fucking shit! I don't want to go to this stupid thing; I wanna stick my head into a hole and never have to look at his face! That stupid beautiful face and those incredible stupid eyes! I know that if I do I'll just give up and say yes, but God I'm still Sam Puckett! And Sam Puckett doesn't do prom. Fuck I hate gowns, and heels, and flowers and corsages and shit! And now that stupid nerd wants to take me to prom, is he out of his mind? Is that it?
"Sam come on! I already got the tickets! Let's celebrate finals are over and you actually did great, please?" he pouted.
I hate him so much, because when he pouts like that it's hard to say no. Hard but not impossible.
"No Freddie, and fuck off, I told you once now I'll tell you twice, no, no and no!" I went straight to Carly's kitchen and attacked her fridge.
"Sam, please, what's so bad about prom?" he crossed his arms.
"Should we start from the beginning? Dresses! Slow dancing! Heels, Freddie, heels!" I attacked her ham.
"Sam… you look so pretty in a dress, and I'm sure one night with heels won't kill you, and besides, slow dancing isn't so bad" he wrapped his arms around me "it's going to be you, and me and nothing else in the world, do you remember when we danced at the Groovy Smoothies? And in the fire escape? Was that so bad?"
"No, but that was only me and you, without a bunch of kids around us to watch our every move!"
"Who says they'll watch our every move? Sam, it's prom, they'll be dancing and making out, they won't care about us, we're not Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez, we're just Sam and Freddie, we're not that famous" he kissed my forehead.
"Still, I don't want to go, I don't like this kind of chizz, and you promised you would never asked me to change" I saw his smile disappear.
"You're right. Its okay, we don't have to go. Let's just stay home and watch horror movies about people getting killed at prom night" I chuckled, but he just smiled.
"Thanks, now it's a party" I put the ham down and wrapped my arms around him "we'll have fun, you'll see"
"Yeah, I know" he kissed me so softly then pulled away too quickly "I gotta go home, see you later?"
"Yeah, later" I grabbed his collar before he could leave and kissed him the way I wanted him to kiss me a moment ago. We pulled away breathless "bye Fredgirl"
"Bye Puckett" he chuckled and left.
Now I feel like shit. He seemed so… I won't say sad, but disappointed, that's even worst. See, I wanted to do this to make him happy, but that's beyond me, that's prom, for fuck's sake, it's a fucking night with stupid people just acting stupid and dressed stupidly in stupid dresses and motherfucking heels! It makes a lot of sense that I don't wanna go, besides we'll have much more fun just the two of us, in the studio, watching horror movies and making out till dawn, that's the perfect prom night. But why do I feel like shit? I grabbed my ham and sat on Carly's couch just thinking about his face before he left. It made me feel even worse, those deep brown eyes, staring at me, so disappointed. UGH! I hate him! But he'll be alright, once he realizes how much fun we can have here alone, just me and him. And who knows what can happen?
"Hey? Are you there?" Spencer asked me, snapping his fingers in front of my face.
"Oh sorry, just thinking" I took a bite of my ham.
"So, I heard your conversation with Freddo" he sat by my side.
"So you think I'm right, right? Isn't him crazy for asking me to prom? I mean, its prom, and me, don't go so well in the same sentence" I chuckled, but Spencer remained serious.
"Not so much Sam, I mean, he is your boyfriend, and this is your first prom together, it's rational that he wants to take you" he shrugged.
"But… I don't do prom, and he knows that. He said he would never try to change me"
"Sam, he is not trying to change you, he is just trying to date you" he made me feel even worse "and he really wants to go to this prom"
"How do you know that?"
"He asked me to go chose a tux with him today, he wanted to look good for you" oh shit, now I feel horrible "and already booked the limo for you guys"
"Oh… I didn't know that" I felt horrible and small, like the bad girlfriend that I am.
"And he is willing to sacrifice something he really wants, just to make you happy. He thought that he could make up for that girls choice dance, that you were alone all night while he was dancing with your best friend" holy crap… I'm the worst girlfriend ever!
"Oh, I didn't know any of that… I guess I can go to this stupid prom… for just one night" I can do this… I can do this… right?
"But if you're going to spend the whole night complaining and being annoyed, you better don't Sam, it will be worse" he warned me.
"Alright… I can be a good girlfriend for one night, I can do this" I stood up "I'm gonna go talk to Freddie, thanks Spence"
"Okay, any time" he smiled and I left.
Freddie's POV
I'm really upset, maybe more than I should be, because I know Sam, and I love her just the way she is, but I was looking forward to go to prom with my girlfriend. Can you blame me for that? Whatever maybe is not a good idea anyway, Sam doesn't like dresses and heels, and we can be alone for the night and maybe who knows, I can get a dance out of her. It won't be that bad anyway. I sat in front of my computer looking at the two tickets I bought yesterday. I don't know why I thought this was a good idea, the prom will be a black tie event, and that's not Sam's thing at all. Maybe I'm just that stupid. I tossed the tickets inside the drawer and lay on my bed. Maybe there's something nice on TV.
Suits was on. Nice, maybe a good show will take my mind out of it. Mike Ross was buying some suits when I heard a knock on my door. Sam smiled at me and I told her to get in. She walked over me and laid in the bed next to me, I opened my arm for her to snuggle closer.
"Suits?" she moved closer to me laying her head on my chest.
"Yeah, I love it as much as I love White Collar" I rubbed her arm.
"Me too, something about Mike Ross and Neal Caffrey that just drives me crazy" she chuckled.
"Oh yeah?" I pulled away to look at her "funny thing, I feel the same way about Leighton Meester in Gossip Girl and Alison Brie from Community" she punched my stomach "ow!"
"You deserved it" she kissed my cheek.
"Yeah, you're right" Suits was over and I changed channels "whatcha wanna watch?"
"Whatever you wanna watch" she snuggled closer to me, her foot caressing my shin.
"I love that" I purred.
"I know" she took off her shoe and continued caressing me with her socked foot.
"Hey… Ten Thing I Hate About You" I knew that was one of Sam's favorite movies, and mine too.
"Yay! Heath Ledger!" Sam loves Heath Ledger, and he was pretty awesome!
The credits were rolling when Sam pulled away from me and sat up. She had seemed anxious, like she wanted to tell me something, but was hesitating. I figured she could use a little push.
"Say it" I sat up too.
"What?" she crossed her legs, her knee touching my thigh.
"Whatever is on your mind. I know you want to say something, so do it, say it" I encouraged her.
"Okay…" Sam took a deep breath "I want you to ask me to prom again"
"What? Why?"
"Because I want to, so just do it!" she got up "come on, get up and ask me"
"So you can say no again in my face? I guess once is enough" I scoffed.
"Benson… just do what I told you" she grabbed my wrist and made me stand up in front of her.
"Sam…" she glared at me and I gave up, what else could I do? "would you go to prom with me?"
"Yes" she smiled the most beautiful smile I've ever saw, but I knew she was just messing with me, so I started laughing "what?"
"Come on, I know you're just messing with me Sam" I laughed hard and shoved her a little bit "funny" she frowned at me.
"Benson… I'm not joking!" she snapped and shoved me, so now I was back on the bed "I wanna go"
"But…" my smiled faded away "you just said you don't do prom"
"I know" Sam sat next to me "but I wanna do this with you. So? Still wanna go with me Fredprom?" she took my hand in hers and interlaced our fingers.
"Of course Sam. I wanna go, and dance with you, and kiss you in front of everyone because I love you so much" she held my hand tighter.
"Me too dork, me too" she gave me a small smile.
"But I don't want you to do this because I want to. I want you to do this because you want to, otherwise we won't have a good time" I touched her chin and brought her closer to me.
"I want to go to prom with you, and have fun, and dance and kiss you in front of everyone" she smiled at me in a way I knew she was being honest.
"So it's a date?"
"It's a date" she leaned forward and kissed me.
Sam's POV
I straddled him, his hands on my ass and my hands on his hair. I fucking love him so much, so, so much. Freddie moaned when I grinded my hips against his. God this is the most beautiful sound in world, I love this feeling so much. Freddie broke the kiss and started to lick my neck. Oh God… so good… his hands left my ass to cup my breasts, and I knew was time to get rid of some clothes.
"Mmmmm…. Oh… that's so good, Freddie…. Mmmm" I gripped on his hair really hard.
"Mmmm… yeah… it's great" he squeezed my boobs twice.
"Oh God… too many layers… too many clothes between us… take it off" he pulled back and yanked my shirt off my head, and I did the same to his.
"Oh hello there…" he greeted my breasts "Freddie is here" and he started to lick, massage and suck them.
"Ugh… mmm… Freddie…" I was panting loudly.
Freddie's lips left my breasts to kiss me. He teased, bit and licked my lips and chin… oh my God I love his mouth so much, his lips, his hands, his everything. Oh MY God! Tonight I wanted something different from what we always did. I wanted more.
"Freddie? Oh God… Freddie?" I pushed him away.
"What? Did I do something wrong?"
"No… oh God no. I just…" I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans.
"Sam what are you doing?" he grabbed my wrists.
"I'm not gonna lie Freddie, we're not going to have sex tonight, but I want to make out with you…" I jerked his hands away and started to undress myself "naked" and like that my pants were on the floor.
"Naked?" his eyes were wide.
"Yes Fredderly… naked" I unhooked my bra "and you'll be naked too" I took his hand and made him stand up "so get rid of this pants" I threw my bra somewhere far away.
"Are you sure?" he took my hands again.
"Yes, now pants off Benson" I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
I went down on my knees and slid his jeans off. I delivered open mouthed kisses all over his lower stomach and above the hem of his boxer briefs.
"Oh my God Sam…! Oh…" his hand went to the back of my head and he gripped my hair hard when I slid the underwear out of his flawless body.
Now he was naked in front of me while I was wearing only a pair of boy shorts. I took a good look at him… my god that boy was well endowed! I planted a little kiss on his pelvic bone and his rocket twitched.
"Come here…" I lay on the bed and asked him to join me.
"Oh shit…" Freddie kneeled between my open legs and kissed my knees "you're so perfect, so beautiful, I can't even…" I moaned and lifted my hips of the bed allowing him to take my underwear off "holy shit!"
"What?" I propped on my elbows to see what was wrong.
"You're naked… and I'm naked… wow" his eyes were so wide I was afraid they were going to fly off his head.
"I know Frednude" I said looking at his rocket.
"You're really well endowed by the way" I wrapped my hand around his shaft "it's so big… so wow… ugh! I guess that's way bigger than average… in length and girth…" I smirked and stroked him slowly "do you like that Freddie? Tell me" I gripped him harder and he closed his eyes "Say you like it"
"Uh… ah… mmm" I quickened my pace "oh, Sam! Oh…"
"Tell me Freddie, tell me you like it" I hooked my legs around his and massaged his balls.
"Oh my God! Oh God…" Freddie threw his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head "Sam… shit… Sam!" I kissed just above his crotch.
"Say it" I squeezed his balls and stroke him furiously, he bucked against my hand.
"Oh… I… oh God!" I felt him tensing up, but I didn't want to lose him just yet "Sam… oh Sam, fuck! I like it! I love it! God I love you!" I released his manhood.
"Say you want me" I stroke his inner thighs.
"I want you" he whispered.
"What do you wanna do to me?" I wrapped my hand around his shaft again, stroking him urgently.
"I… I-I…" he was having a hard time forming big words "I wanna… God! I wanna…"
"What? You want what?" I kissed his pelvic bone.
"GOD! I wanna fuck you!" he cried out.
I felt him tensing up, his lower body jerking a bit, so I released him. I don't want to lose him just yet. I looked over his arousal and felt wetter than before. He was so damn well endowed, and I guess that as far as penis sizes go, this is definitely something many guys would want. I had to fight the urge to stroke him again, but I had the feeling that if I did, he would probably cum, and I wasn't having it. I kissed his navel and pulled back to look at him again. He was so hot, so perfect. He was so cut; it was a sin for him wear shirts. I licked over his abs and he shuddered. My eyes traveled back down again, admiring his naked glory.
"Sam? Say something" he gripped my shoulders trying to make me look at him, but my eyes never left his monster rocket.
"You have a nice toy over here Mr. Benson" I lifted my head to look at him.
"Sam… stop that" poor Fredward was red like a tomato.
"But Freddie, that's nothing to be ashamed of… in fact you should brag about it… I should brag about it" I wrapped my hand around his shaft again "this is going to hurt me so much… I don't think I'll be able to seat for a week" I chuckled but he remained serious.
"I don't want to hurt you" he stroke my cheek "never"
"When the time comes Freddie, I'll beg for you to. Now, come here" I lay on my back and pulled him on top of me "make me feel good"
He did what I asked. Freddie kissed me, then moved his lips to my neck, one hand cupping my breast while the other gripped my hair. He tangled his fingers on my curls and pulled my head back to have more access to my neck.
"Oh… mmm… Freddie" he flicked my nipple with his thumb and sucked my earlobe.
I wrapped my legs around him so I could feel his manhood pressed against me. His rocket twitched against my skin, and holy fuck, that was so hot. Freddie lowered his head to kiss my breasts, his teeth grazing my nipple.
"Oh god… more" I tugged on his hair "more…"
"More?" he whispered against my navel "how much more?"
"Freddie… so, so much more" I started to writhe underneath him.
"You asked for it Princess" he licked my navel, kissed my hip bones and licked my pelvic bone.
"Shit!" I hollered when he kissed my most sensitive spot.
"You like that?" he licked my folds before I could answer "do you like that Sam?"
"Oh God yes… yes… I love it… so much" his tongue reached my clit and I hollered even louder "Benson! Ah!"
Freddie threw my legs over his shoulder and started to work his magic. His tongue licked me like a Popsicle, up and down, then back to my clit.
"Ah… ah… oh… uh… mmm… ah!" I was so close already, so close "god… my… god… oh my god… oh god, oh god, oh god!" I hollered so loud Carly was probably covering her ears by now.
I let go of his hair to grip on the sheets, hard. Five… four… three… two… BOOM!
"FREDDIE!"
Benson gave a final kiss on my sensitive clit, before wiping his mouth and lying beside me.
"You're okay there?" he brushed my bangs out of my forehead.
"Yeah… oh God… oh…" I panted heavily.
"Good…" he wrapped his arm around my waist and brought me closer "did you get my message?"
"What?" I asked breathlessly.
"What I wrote… down there… for you" he smirked.
"You wrote…? Down there?"
"Uh-huh. That's why you came so fast. I'm real good at it apparently" I slapped his chest.
"Don't get… too… cocky… my legs are still shaking" I couldn't manage to catch my breath "what did you wrote?"
"I love you" he stroke my cheek "so much"
"I know that" he chuckled.
Now we were staring at each other, face to face, on our sides. I hooked my leg around him and he rubbed his thigh against my core.
"Oh… you know that we're not done yet right?" I asked him with a mischievous grin.
"Is that so?" he rubbed his thigh against me rhythmically "Princess Puckett"
"Yeah…" I threw my head back "I want to borrow your rocket"
"What?" he pulled away confused.
"I want to use it Benson… as a dildo…" before he could say anything I grabbed his manhood and stroke him.
"Ah… and… how's… that…suppose… to… oh god… work?" Freddie's eyes were closed and his hand was gripping my thigh.
"Like when you use your fingers… and your tongue… only now…" I lay in my back pulling him on top of me "I want your rocket… to do the work" I positioned him in front of my clit "do it"
"Holy fucking Christ…!" he jerked my hand away and started to brush his tip against my slick folds "Jesus!"
"Oh… yeah… just like that… just like that…" I was so wet I was dripping thru my thighs and soaking his bedspread "Oh Freddie… I love you"
"Oh, I love you too… so much… so… oh…" he started to rub against my clit applying more pressure.
"GOD!" my backs arched away from the bed when he found a good spot "HOLY SHIT!" I spread my legs further "kiss me" I begged.
He leaned down and kissed me deeply while his rocket rubbed my most sensitive place, his tongue tangling against mine and his free hand squeezing my boob. The mix of sensation drove me over the edge. Shit, this is so fucking good. I could tell it was taking every bit of strength in his body not to slide inside of me, and as much as I wanted it, I didn't at the same time.
"I'M… I'M… GOD… SO CLOSE!" I hollered.
"God, Sam… me too…" I released his shoulder, my hand sliding to his manhood. I jerked his hand away and started to stroke him while rubbing him against me "holy shit... ugh"
"FREDDIE…! AH…! JESUS CHRIST…!" I came harder than ever before.
"Sam…" I kept stroking him till I felt his warm release on my thigh "FUCK…! God…! Sam…!" his whole body jerked before his arms gave up and he collapsed on top of me.
"Shit! That was so fucking fun!" I laughed.
"Oh God… fun? That was amazing… heaven… BOOM…! Fireworks" he whispered breathlessly.
"I now right?" I stroke his hair.
He made his head comfortable between my boobs, plating a gently kiss over my right nipple.
"So? When you're picking your dress?" he said toying with my curls.
"Grrr… don't push your luck Freddress… I guess I'll just go talk to Carly about it…" I groaned and tried to get up pushing him off me, but he held me there "Freddie?"
"No… you don't have to go right now… just stay here" I lay my head on his chest and he wrapped both arms around me "I'm so proud of you Sam"
"Why?" I tilted my head to look at him.
"Because you managed to pass every class, you actually let me tutor you, and you did great in finals, I'm so proud" he kissed the top of my head.
"Yeah, well, maybe your nerdness is rubbing off me" his heartbeat was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, well… right after his moans.
"I love you…"
"I love you too… God I've been saying this a lot lately, haven't I?"
"I like it" he grinned.
"Of course you do. Nerd"
Carly's POV
I was finishing my dinner when Sam slammed the door open. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a mess, not counting her clothes, all wrinkled. Oh no… something happened? Is she hurt? Oh God! She yelled my name and I ran to her, grabbing her shoulders and looking for bruises. I found a couple of love bites, other than that she seemed okay. I pulled away and looked at her face; she had a dreamy expression on her face, like she was… I don't know… love drunk?
"Sam? What the hell? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, Carly more than okay…" she sighed "but I need a favor" she started to push me to the couch.
"What? And why are you like that? Were you mugged or attacked?"
"No… well yes… I was attacked… by my man" oh… ew…
"Oh my God Sam! Did you and Freddie…?" I trailed off.
"No, no, not that… well we did a few stuff, but not that… not yet… oh man" she zoned out for a little while "anyway… I need help"
"With what?"
"Prom" her smiled faded "Freddie wants to go, but you know I'm no good with dresses and stuff, so can you help me?" oh man! I was going to squeal… in 5, 4, 3, 2…
"SAM! THAT'S GREAT! OH MY GOD OF COURSE I'LL HELP YOU!" she put her fingers in her ear with a grimace "sorry! But anyway, we can go tomorrow, you me and Wendy, I think Tasha will come too, and we can find our dresses, and the appropriate shoes, this is going to be so much fun!" I clapped.
"No! Not tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow I want to prepare myself physiologically. By the way… who's your date?" she asked out of nowhere and I realized I had no date.
"Oh… I don't have a date" I sat further on the couch "I have nobody"
"Oh Carly…" she put her arm around me "but I bet it won't be for long, soon a very cool guy will ask you, you'll see" she rubbed my arm.
"Yeah… I know" but not the guy I wanted "never mind, tomorrow, after lunch, you me and the girls, off to a dress hunt!"
"Okay kid" she frowned "grr… I hate Freddie and his stupid girlish prom obsession"
"Sam… he is your boyfriend, he just wants to go to prom with you, that's not capital offense" she crossed her arms, and I saw the third hickey on her neck "by the way… what were you guys doing?"
"Oh… stuff… Carly, man… you won't believe it…" suddenly she stopped talking "sorry, I promised Freddie I wouldn't share details with you"
"Sam, come on! He doesn't have to know…" I poked her.
"Carly Shay, you're telling me to lie to my boyfriend?" her mouth was hanging open "is that it?"
"Is in the girl handbook, that when is between you and your best friend, you can break the promises to your boyfriend and not feel guilty about it, so talk"
"Sorry Shay I can't, I promised him, and besides if I tell you, you're just going to yell: OH SAM THAT'S DISGUSTING I WANT MY LIFE BACK and blah, blah, blah!" she made an overly dramatic impersonation of me.
"HA HA Puckett! Okay let's talk serious here, you, me, the girls, dress hunting!" I said overly excited.
"UGH! Fine!" she crossed her arms.
"Hey there!" Freddie opened the door with the same love-drunk expression Sam had on her face. Whatever the hell these two did, it must have been really good "let's go?" he asked her.
"Sure" she got up and winked at me "let's get going"
"Where are you going?" I asked them.
"The nub is driving me home. Bye Carls" she blew me a kiss.
"Bye Carls" Freddie waved.
"Bye guys" I smiled as they walked out of the apartment.
Brad's POV
"Dude! You gotta ask her before someone else does" Freddie punched the punching bag "do it!"
"What if she says no? We've been hanging out a lot lately… we've been doing so good, like getting closer, I'm afraid she's going to say no and be awkward about it" I whispered.
"Dude…" he took his kickboxing gloves off and put his hand on my arm "or she'll say yes, because you guys are getting closer and hanging out. Maybe she's waiting for you to just do it"
"Did she tell you that? Did Sam tell you that?" my eyes went wide.
"No. BUT you'll never know if you never try. Trust me, that's the same advice I gave Sam at the lock-in and things turned out just fine for us… actually more than fine" he smiled dreamily, his eyes shining "BOOM dude, fireworks!"
"Fireworks…?" his smile grew wider "what happened? Did you do it?"
"No, it was something else. But I can't say dude, can't say. It's private, but this I tell you… it's was BOOM! Fireworks. And let's leave it to that" he daydreamed a little "God I need a shower" he sniffed himself.
"Come on man, it's in the guy handbook that when is between you and your best friend, you can break the promises to your girlfriend and not feel guilty about it" I poked him "cause I'm your best friend right?" I asked.
"Sure, you are, but no, sorry can't say" he shook his head "Now back to you and Carly"
"Okay. So? Do you think I should ask Carly to prom?" I asked him shyly.
"DUDE! What have been telling you for the past few days? Jesus Brad! Stop being a wuss!" he sounded more and more like Sam.
"You're sounding like Sam" I whined.
"Maybe it's because she's not the only one who thinks you're a wuss" he put his hand in my arm "do it, today before someone else does it. Sam told me Carly doesn't have a date yet, but if she's holding back it's because she's waiting for something"
"I'll do it. Today! Yeah" he gave me a look "I will!"
"Okay" he nodded "you better hurry"
After he took a shower and changed we said goodbye and went on our separate ways. Freddie was going to Sam's and I was going to Carly's. It was now or never. I knocked three times before Spencer opened the door.
"Hey Brad… what's up?" he was all covered in purple paint.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah… just working on a new sculpture" he shrugged.
"So… is Carly here?" I looked around.
"Yeah, she just got home thirty minutes ago; I guess she went to the studio. So? You're going to ask her to prom?" he crossed his arms.
"How did you...?" I trailed off, not really sure what to say.
"Brad… anybody can see the way you look at her. And I approve it, I think you'll be good to her… and if you don't…" he punched his right hand.
"I'll be… but I need to talk to her first… can I?" I asked cautiously.
"Sure, go ahead"
"Thanks"
I went upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door. Several seconds later, and no answer, I opened the door. Carly wasn't there. Maybe she was at the studio like Spencer said. I went there looking for her, the whole time telling myself to be calm, not to stutter or sweat. This is just a regular girl, she's not a goddess… not matter what you dream about Brad, she's not a goddess who climbs your bedroom window and… anyway, moving one. Don't panic, relax, this will be okay. I looked thru the glass of the studio door, and saw the back of her head. She was sitting on a bean bag, her head lower… I heard… sobbing. She was crying. Why was she crying? I looked at the TV and saw what she was watching. A Walk To Remember. Of course, girls love that. I knocked on the door and she turned her red eyes to look at me.
"Hey… can I come in?" I asked.
"Yeah… sure" she wiped her tears away.
"Hi" I sat beside her "what's with the…?" I pointed at her face.
"Oh… the movie… so intense" she smiled weakly.
"Yeah… I know" I ran my thumb over her cheek, wiping the last tear off her face.
Carly stared at me for a while. And I stared back, not sure what else I should do. It's now or never, I told myself. Go for it, asshole! Do something! I should do something, but I couldn't, not with those big dark eyes staring at me like that. She had an emotion in her face I couldn't explain, but I knew she never looked at me like that before.
"So…? Prom right? Big night…" I started.
"Yeah… do you have a date?" her eyes left mine, like she was embarrassed for asking that.
"No… do you?" I tried to catch her gaze, but she kept looking away.
"No. I don't"
"Good…" she looked at me shocked "because I wanted to ask you… if you wanted to go to prom with me. Do you?" there! I did it.
She stared at me again, I didn't move, or blink, or breathe. And here it comes… her answer… she opened her mouth then closed it. My palms started to sweat.
"Sure. I would love to" she smiled… oh thank god!
"Oh… great… okay" I tried to not to squeal and freak out "alright… it's a date then" shit… why did I said that?
"It's a date" she gave me a kiss in the cheek "wanna watch something fun?"
"Like what?" I sat further into the bean bag, I was totally relaxed now, but blushing.
"Uh… how about… White Chicks?"
"Sure"
I tried a bold move and put my arm around her; she frowned, but leaned closer, resting her head on my shoulder. This was better than I thought it would be. I guess Freddie was right all along.
Carly's POV
I was getting better and better every second. Of course still hurts to know he wouldn't leave his girlfriend, he wouldn't choose me over her, and I was only a game to him. It hurts, it breaks my heart, but yesterday I got a new chance on love, a chance to heal. Going out with Brad wasn't on my plans, but lately we've been getting closer, and being around him makes me feel so good. Brad is a nice guy, and actually pretty cute, this could be a great thing. It feels right.
"Carlota Taylor Shay! Wake up!" Sam snapped her fingers in front of me.
"What Samantha Joy Puckett?" I chuckled.
"You've been zooming out, what's the matter?"
"Nothing… oh did I tell you Brad asked me to prom?"
"Oh! No… and…?" she smiled like a five year old in a candy store.
"I said yes"
"Great! This is so great"
"Hey girls" Wendy greeted us in front of the mall, followed by Tasha.
"Hi, so who's ready for shopping?" I asked. All girls cheered, except for Sam, who growled "so let's go!"
We've been looking for about two seconds and I'm already lost, I have no idea which color will go better with Brad's eyes… wait, why do I even care? Oh, because everything needs to match… yeah, but what his eyes have to do with my dress? Get a hold of yourself Carly, he probably just asked you because you were lonely and pathetic.
"How about this one?" Sam pointed at a short black dress.
"Uh… Sam? Prom is going to be a black tie event, you know… with long dresses and tuxedos"
"WHAT?" she hollered in the middle of the store.
"Yeah. It was voted, everybody voted long dresses and classic tuxedos. You didn't vote?"
"No… I shoved the paper down Gibby's throat!" her breath was uneven; I guess she was trying not to break anything, trying really hard "I'm going to kill Freddie! He knew it!"
"Listen Sam, it's only one night okay? Do this for one night, we can choose a nice dress to you, that you can rip off afterwards okay? Or put on fire. Or throw a corndog at it" I smiled.
"I guess I can do that… Jesus! I fucking hate that boy. If he wasn't so well endowed I would cut his rocket off" she snapped and walked away.
Tasha and Wendy looked at me shocked, my jaw hit the floor… what does she mean? Does she mean…? Oh, don't wanna think about it, I don't wanna think about Freddie that way EVER! Tasha was the first to chose her dress, it was a beautiful black strapless dress with white dots, mermaid style. Sam mocked her, saying she would look like a mermaid and date and mermaid, Tasha just giggled, saying her Gibby was going to love that dress. Wendy was next; she chose a black strapless dress, with a white detail next to her neckline. I had a hard time finding the perfect dress, but Sam was having a hard time even thinking about it. I knew she wasn't the kind of girl, who likes proms, and flowers, and dresses, but Freddie was worth it, and she loved him enough to make this sacrifice. In the end I ended up going with a light-pink strapless dress, with flowers all over it, tight in the waist and loose below.
"So Sam… have you chose yours already?" I asked outside the dressing room she was changing.
"I guess… this is the less bad dress I've found" she opened the curtain and stepped outside.
"Oh my God Sam! You look amazing" I squealed.
"Totally" Wendy said.
"Really pretty" Tasha smiled.
"Thanks… do you think Fredweird will like it?" she asked fixing her boobs inside the dress.
"I think he will love it"
Sam's dress made me a little envious, I don't believe I haven't seen this dress around the store, and I searched a lot. But I'm happy she found something she liked enough to wear. The skirt of her dress was white, and the top was shiny grey. It showed enough cleavage to drive Freddie insane, and it was tight enough in the hips, connecting to a loose skirt. (A/N: I totally sucked describing the dresses, so go check the pictures on my profile) It also made her boobs look bigger. We paid for our dresses, Tasha and Wendy in cash, me and Sam with my credit card. After that we had to feed Sam, who was a nervous wreck, something about being too long in a girly store was driving her insane. It was a nice day, I couldn't wait for prom.
Freddie's POV
"Why girls take forever to get ready?" Brad asked Spencer.
"This is a mystery I could never figure out my friend" he was waiting with a camera in his hand.
We've been waiting for twenty minutes now. Gibby already called to know where we were, and laughed when I said we're still waiting. I was tapping my foot on the floor nervously, mainly because the limo driver called me saying we're supposed to be downstairs already, and also because I was afraid Sam would just throw a corn dog at her dress and leave. Carly told me I was going to drool when I saw Sam in that dress, and I really wanted to. I fixed my tie and texted the driver, saying we would be right there. Brad suddenly jump off the chair he was sitting.
"Wow…" he drooled over Carly, who wore a pink-girly-full-of-flowers dress, typical Carly "you look amazing"
"Thanks" she blushed.
"Smile for Spence" Spencer took a picture of Carly "okay, now with your date" Brad joined her and wrapped his arm around her waist, Spencer glared at him, but took the picture anyway.
"Where's Sam?" I asked her.
"Here" I turned to look at my girlfriend.
My God… she looked like an angel. Her hair brushed in an Amy Winehouse style, only less messy and prettier, her bangs hanging loose to the sides. Her eyelashes seemed longer and thicker, covered by mascara; she was using lip gloss, a bit of blush and dark shade, that made her eyes look bigger. Her dress… my God, I could come in my pants right here, right now… her boobs looked so… lickable right now. Shit, I'm turned on only by looking at her.
"Sam… oh my God… I'm… you… are… you're so beautiful" I stutter a bit.
"Thanks dork… you look pretty hot in a tux. Like a nerdy version of James Bond, but hotter" she chuckled when Spencer cleaned his throat "let's go?"
"S-sure…" I offered her my arm and she took it.
"Wait!" Spencer hollered "photo!"
We posed for about twenty pictures, sometimes only me and Sam, sometimes the girls, sometimes me and Brad, and sometimes the four of us. Sam really enjoyed the ride in the limo, she wanted to put her head off the window, but Carly told her it would mess her hair. Fifteen minutes and we were there, the school was decorated in black and white, and the music was loud enough for us to here from outside. We got off the limo and Sam whined. She tried to convince me to ride the limo all night, but I just grabbed her hand and ragged her inside the gym with me.
"We're here" I told her "that's it"
To be continued…