Bonjour readers! Hope you enjoy this Seddie-filled chapter! :D
DISCLAIMER: I'm too young to own a TV show, but I do own a cat.
Chapter 4: Freddie POV
After the incident, the plane arrived at the gate to prepare for takeoff, so me and Sam ran to the window and watched with our noses pressed against the glass. It was so cool seeing all of the workers drive around in those little carts things and fix up the plane.
Near the gate entrance there was a desk, and the lady working there made an announcement, "Spencer Shay, please report to the front desk." Sam and I shared a look that said Oh boy, what did he do now?
We turned our attention back to the plane and I noticed that Sam looked a little nervous.
"Sam, what's the matter?"
"What? N-nothing. Just excited to go on a plane." I shrugged and Carly called Sam over from across the room, so I was left alone at the window. I was oddly disappointed.
A couple of minutes later the woman at the desk said, "We will now start boarding for the Jet Blue flight to Newark New Jersey. If your seats are in the first class section, please make an orderly line next to the gate entrance, and your tickets will be checked there. Thank you for choosing Jet Blue airlines, we hope you have a great flight!" I rolled my eyes. These airline workers sure are cheesy.
"Freddie! That's us! C'mon!" Spencer yelled. Wow, Socko got us first class tickets? That was nice of him.
I walked over and grabbed my stuff, and Sam looked like she just saw a ghost. I stood next to Carly and whispered, "What's wrong with Sam?"
"Well, the airline people want me to sit next to Spencer so that he doesn't catch anything on fire, and I promised that I'd sit next to Sam and comfort her during takeoff. So now you have to sit next to her, and make sure you keep her calm and help her relax, K? And please don't kill each other." I promised Carly I'd take care of Sam and we got in line for boarding the plane.
Instead of being horrified and scared of sitting next to Sam, I'm actually looking forward to it. Now that I realize she has fears too, she doesn't seem as intimidating.
After we all had our tickets scanned, we walked through the tunnel that lead to the plane. The pilot was at the entrance to greet us, and directed us to where the first class seating was.
"All righty, Sam and Freddie, you guys are in Row B and me and Carls are in Row E. And try to keep the fighting to a minimum; there might be elderly people on this plane." Spencer said.
"So, do you want the window seat?" I asked Sam awkwardly. She just shook her head and sat in the aisle seat. I sighed and stepped over her to the window seat. Whoa, the seats had TV's attached to them!
"Look, Sam, you can watch TV the whole flight! I think Shelby Marx is playing today, we could watch her MMA fight!" I was trying to be optimistic to help her feel better, but her mouth (for once) was clamped shut and her hands were gripping the arm rests so tightly that I thought she'd break her knuckles.
"Sam," I spoke softly, trying to catch her eye, "I know you're nervous. That's okay. You don't need to hide your feelings. I'm not gonna laugh at you or anything. I promise you, the takeoff will be fine. I read a lot of articles online that said it feels like you're on a roller coaster since you go so fast." She finally met my eyes and gave me a small, genuine smile.
"Thanks, Freddie." She whispered. Wait, did she just call me Freddie? "But I'm not worried just about the takeoff; I'm worried about the whole flight itself. What if the plane crashes? That's what I'm really nervous about." All I saw was fear in her deep blue eyes.
"You're more likely to get in a car crash than to have the plane crash, Sam. There was a better chance of us dying on the ride here, not on the actual plane." I think the way I described it made it worse, but Sam just looked at me gratefully. It made me happy that I could comfort her.
Just then the captain's voice came over the loudspeakers on the plane, "Hello passengers! Welcome to the 8:00 flight to Newark New Jersey! I'm your captain, Mark, and I'll do my best to make sure this flight goes as smoothly as possible." I looked at Sam and Smiled at her. She looked a little relieved at the captain's message. "We are about to get in line for the runway, with only 1 plane in front of us, so we should be taking off shortly. While we wait, please watch the demonstration that the flight attendants will give you about buckling your seat belt and what to do in case of an emergency. Thank you for flying with Jet Blue, have a wonderful flight!"
After everybody buckled their seat belts, the flight attendants talked about the safety precautions and emergency exits. The plane was slowly moving to the line for the runway, where we would be taking off.
I glanced at Sam to see if she was okay, and her face was pale and she was breathing rapidly. I gently grabbed her hand and squeezed it to show her that everything would be alright. I expected her to punch me for touching her, like she did to that Ryan guy, she just looked at me and smiled quickly. Was she blushing? Or maybe she's just embarrassed about being scared.
The fact that Sam got mad at Ryan when he tried to hold hand and she didn't get angry at me made me quite happy. I sighed and closed my eyes. I wish this moment could last forever.
"Alright everyone, we are preparing to takeoff. Please turn off all electrical devices and stay in your seats. I will make an announcement when it is safe to movie around the cabin. Hold on tight!" The captain said over the speakers.
Sam gripped my hand so hard I thought it would fall off. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth. The plane started speeding up and everything outside the window looked blurry. After about a minute of this, I felt the plane lift up into the air. I nudged Sam and whispered, "Hey Princess Puckett, takeoff is over. You can open your eyes now."
She slowly opened her eyes and she visibly relaxed. Her grip on my hand loosened and her teeth unclenched.
"Soon, the flight attendant ladies are gonna come around with food, and you get as much as you want. For free." That really perked Sam up, and she looked at me with a face of pure happiness.
"I hope they have meat!" She exclaimed.
"What about that chicken I bought you?"
"Oh, I ate that a while ago." I scoffed at her abilities to eat so fast. She leaned over me to look out the window, and then the scared look returned to her face.
"Sam, don't worry. Why don't you just take a nap until the food comes?" I suggested. I squeezed her hand for reassurance.
"Well, a nap does sound good…" She glanced down at our hands, that were still intertwined. She quickly pulled her hand away from mine and my arm turned cold. I figured that it was just the air conditioner overhead.
"Okay folks, you may now turn on all your electrical devices and you are free to roam around the cabin. In about half an hour your flight attendants will come around with a selection of food and beverages. At the rate, we should be in New Jersey in 4 hours at the most. Have a nice flight!" Jeez, how often were they gonna say 'Have a nice flight!'?
I turned on my laptop and started messing around on it, reading the comments that Sam was talking about from our Random Debates segment. Holy chiz, almost ALL of them had to do with Seddie! It really creeped me out that fans had come up with all those relationship names. Couldn't they see that Sam and I hated each other?
Carly walked over to our row and whispered to me, "Hey Freddie! How did Sam handle the takeoff?"
"Oh, she was fine. I let her squeeze my hand and told her that she could watch TV in here and get food. So now she's taking a nap until the food comes." I reported.
Carly looked relived. "Thanks Freddie! I'm sure Sam was really grateful!" We heard a crash come from somewhere behind us and heard Spencer yell, "I'm okay!"
"Oh jeez, I better go help him. See you later, Freddie!" I waved bye and heard one of the flight attendants yelling at Spencer. That guy is going to get us thrown off the plane!
I turned my attention back to my laptop, and felt something land on my shoulder. I looked over to see Sam's head resting there. I smiled and closed my laptop. Actually, maybe I didn't hate Sam. She could be a sweet girl when she wants to, and I've had a lot of fun with her these past couple of years. I put my head on top of hers and savored the moment.
I'm actually glad Spencer is a spaz, if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be sitting next to Sam.
A/N: WHEW! That took me 3 hours to write!
I hope all the airport stuff sounded realistic enough.
Whoa, Freddie did a pretty good job of comforting Sam, huh? WHAT COULD THIS POSSIBLY MEAN? WHY AM I TYPING IN ALL CAPS? Those are the questions that should haunt you.
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*IMPORTANT*~ In some upcoming chapters, Sam and Freddie might not be in them much. Why? Because I have to include the subplot, which is Spencer hunting the beavecoon and Carly meeting her dream boy. So those chapters won't have too much Seddie, but they'll be really funny! (I promise)
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