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SPOV:
I woke up to a tap on my shoulder. Sleepily, I opened my eyes and looked at the person. It was Freddie. How did he find me? In a way, I was glad though. I was getting lonely and starting to miss him.
"Sam! Oh my God, thank you God. Thank you, thank you! I can't believe I found you Sam," Freddie shouted with joy.
He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed my lips passionately. I passionately kissed him back.
"Sam, you don't know how worried I was. I searched every single minute for you after you left. It's a miracle that I found you," he said.
"You know I have my cell phone," I said.
"Yeah, but I knew you wouldn't answer and it would just make you even more mad, so I decided to just find you."
"You're right. And um, I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? I'm the one who needs to be apologizing."
"No," I shook my head, "I overreacted."
"You didn't. I understand. And I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday."
"I forgive you."
"You really have no idea how much I appreciate that."
"Maybe you could show me," I said, shrugging my shoulders.
Freddie smiled. "I'd be more than happy to."
He leaned in and stroked my cheek. Our lips connected. Freddie mumbled words throughout the intense kiss, or I should say, make out.
"I love you, Sam," I heard Freddie continually say.
When we finally quit, our eyes locked into each other's.
"Sam, I'm in love with you. Everything about you makes me smile. Every time I see you, something just comes up inside me and makes me happier than I ever thought about being. And I can't help myself."
Well, I feel bad now. I ran away from him and he feels like this about me? I had no idea. I totally overreacted yesterday and now I regret it. But I guess they always say, live life with no regrets. So, I guess as long as I have Freddie here with me now, everything is fine.
"I'm in love with you too, Freddie. When I left yesterday, I was heartbroken. It was because I was away from you. You know I feel horrible about running off, right?"
"Don't feel bad. Live life with no regrets." Is he a mind reader or something/ I seriously just thought that. Did I not just think that?
Instead of replying, I just stood there, staring into his eyes. I sort of got in a moment there. I mean, I told Freddie that I'm in love with him. It's not that easy to tell someone that.
Freddie waved his hand in front of my face.
"Sam, stop looking at me like I'm a piece of meat."
"Sorry, I'm just hungry. I haven't ate but three hot dogs since last night."
"Oh," he said sarcastically, "how are you alive?"
"No time for jokes when Mama's hungry."
"Come on, I'll take you to get some food. What about a nice bacon breakfast?"
"Sure."
We walked, hand in hand, to a local restaurant, which thankfully sold bacon. We ate, then left the restaurant.
"Thanks," I said as I walked out, wiping my face.
"No problem," Freddie said with a smile.
"Hold my hand!" I almost yelled in his face.
"Chill out, I'll hold your hand," he said, grabbing it in his.
"Much better."
"And hey, I missed you last night. It was the worst night of this whole trip," I said.
"I didn't sleep at all. I was looking for you all night."
"You know that deserves a kiss."
"Well?" He asked, sticking his hands in his pockets with a smile.
"Come on," I said, holding Freddie's hand as I ran.
I ran with him to a little shack. It was just sort of a small beach shack. There was nothing really but a large, long table and a couple of chairs in there, plus a window.
When I opened the door, it creaked. The floor was creaky too. However, there was a big rug in the middle of the shack.
"What is this?" Freddie asked.
"I saw this when I ran off. I didn't walk in because I was kind of too scared too alone, but now that you're here I see that it's the perfect place to make out." I winked.
"Oh, Sam Puckett scared? I don't believe that."
"Well, believe it."
"Alright, alright. Well, this place is pretty cool." We both scoped the shack.
"Yeah, it is. I wonder why there's just a table in here."
"I don't know, but we could use it."
"Use it?"
He then suddenly grabbed me in is arms and put me down on the table. Freddie laid me down, then crawled on the table. He hovered over me and gazed into my eyes.
"I love you," Freddie said as I he closed my eyes and bent down, leaning in on me.
His lips touched mine, and then I started kissing him back immediately. My heart started beating faster as I wondered what was going to happen. I mean, we're in a shack together and there's only a table and a couple of chairs. It's hard not to lose control.
As I deepened the kiss, I began to taste something. It was a familiar taste. It was one of my favorite things. BACON! When I finally recognized the taste, my tongue dove into his mouth. I put so much passion into it, trying to get as much of the taste as I could.
His lips were warm and his cheeks were sort of a light pink. He was blushing, but I don't blame him for being nervous. I was really getting into the kiss, or well, make out session. He looked surprised, probably because he didn't think I could be so passionate.
Bacon really goes to my head sometimes...
I breathed heavily as I unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off. God, I love his abs.
All of a sudden, he pulled back.
"Sam, if you don't want to go all the way let's not go farther than that. I don't want you to be upset again," Freddie said sincerely.
DUN DUN DUN! Will she let him? That's for me to know and you to find out. So, if you have any guesses, ideas, or comment, please review! I appreciate all reviews, even the ones that give constructive criticism. Thanks so much for all the feedback for this story, it really makes my day. When I get up to go to a boring day of school, and I check my e-mail and see all these reviews, it really does make my day better, so thanks.(: