We finally reached the park, but I hadn't seemed to notice how long it had taken us to get here. My mind was focused on Freddie and I's hands, which happened to be intertwined with one another. He seemed so relaxed and calm. Especially for someone who was recently kicked out of his home, by his own father mind you. I wonder what happened to his mother. Because if I had to choose between the two; my first choice would not be his dad. The man seemed evil and verbally and physically abusive. Freddie really is a strong person to be able to deal with a monster, like his father. I truly respect him for that.
I wanted to get to know Freddie better as a person, but I didn't want to start out too deep and then scare him away from me. Whether I want to admit it or not, I would be crushed if Freddie decided he didn't like me anymore. I generally try not to care about what people think about me, but Freddie is different for some reason and that confuses the chizz out of me. I don't even know his middle name, but he seems to mean so much to me. Honestly, I just wanted someone to be able to hold me and not expect anything in return. I wanted someone to be there for me, no matter what and Freddie seemed like that type of person I was looking for.
Freddie stopped walking and sat down in the middle of the grass, which was surrounded by bushes. We were in our own little world. It felt nice to be secluded from the outside world, even if only for a few hours.
"I figured you would want to go somewhere private."
"You figured right."
We were sitting, with our legs crossed Indian style, directly across of one another.
"I want to everything about you. I want to know what makes you laugh and cry. So let's get started with getting to know one another better," he said with a cute smile on his face.
"Oootay," I said imitating the Little Rascals.
He laughed and I decided that I liked the sound of it. I wanted to hear more of it.
"You can go first. Ask me anything you want."
"What is your full name? You told me your first and last name but not your middle name?"
"Well I didn't tell you my real name," he said ashamed.
"What are you talking about," I asked nervously.
"My full name if Fredward Carl Benson. I know you want to laugh, so just get it out now." When he gave me permission to laugh, I couldn't stop. I ended up rolling on the ground laughing, I was laughing so hard that I almost peed on myself.
"Okay I'm done," I said still giggling.
"Well Samantha what is your full name?"
"Samantha Gertrude Puckett," I mumbled.
"And you laughed at my name," he questioned while laughing.
"I know you want to laugh, so just get it out now," I said imitating his words and he imitated my actions, by rolling on the grass laughing.
"Okay now your turn," he said while laughing.
I thought for a little while, there were so many things that I wanted to know about him, but I could figure out where to start. But then the question that had been nagging me for quite some time popped into my head.
"Why are you single and why did you and Carly break up?"
I was expecting him get upset with me for crossing some type of line or something. But he simply thought of the appropriate words.
"I guess I could tell you my entire story with Carly or the short one. You choose."
"I want the entire story."
"It starts back when Carly and I were in the ninth grade and I had just moved here. I was new and everyone had their established friendship circles and they didn't seem like they wanted to accept anyone else. I was the weird kid that was scrawny, with glasses and I was a total computer geek. I was so short that I had to wear these thick black shoes, just to be the same height as some of the girls. Not to mention I had acne, but who doesn't in high school. I was attempting to walk to class, when I fell and Carly helped me up. Then she introduced herself to me and I instantly liked her. It was nothing more that a petty crush, but back then it fell like something more, because she was the first person to introduce herself to me. Carly was the first real friend I had."
I listened to every single word. I was captivated by his past. I attempted to picture Freddie the way his previously described himself, but failed miserably.
"Wait I am having a hard time picturing you like that," I stated honestly.
"Why?"
"Because you're hot now," I said without thinking.
"So now you think I'm hot," he said with a smirk on his face.
"Yes," I mumbled with a blush on my face.
"I think you're cute when you blush." Then he leaned over a kissed me and the blush worsened. When we pulled away, he saw the blush and started to laugh.
"Whatever, just continue with the story," I grumbled
"Sure. Where was I?"
"Carly was constantly rejecting you."
"Thanks Puckett," he said with a hint of sarcasm.
"I was so sure that we were perfect for one another, but she didn't feel the same way. So for three years I would ask her out and she continued to say no, but the summer before my senior year I started going to the gym and eventually bulked up. My growth spurt was late, but at least it came. I ditched the glasses and took care of the acne. School started I tried out for the football team, and was actual good at it. Then when I asked Carly out she finally said yes. I thought it was everything I had ever wanted. She was perfect. We seemed to be the perfect couple," he said while grimacing after the last sentence.
"Then what was the problem," I finally asked. If they were so perfect, then why in the world would he break up with her. She was probably ten times better than me.
"I got bored. Everything was so predictable. Its like everyday felt the same as before and I wasn't sure if I could deal with that, but I didn't break up with her right away."
"Why not?"
"Because everyone around us always said how perfect we were together and that we would get married one day. I liked feeling like I had someone by my side, but I didn't like that we were together for everyone else and not for us. Towards the end of our relationship, I had become so distant towards Carly. I felt bad, but I guess she had enough of my half-assed effort in our relationship. She made the decision for us to end it. She took it pretty hard, but she recovered pretty well. I was relieved that I didn't have to keep up the charade anymore, but I did miss Carly as a friend. "
If Freddie thought that Carly was boring, then what would he think of me. I have nothing on Carly.
"Now that that is out of the way, I can ask you a question."
"Okay what?"
"Why don't you think you're pretty, or why don't you believe me when I call you beautiful?"
That I was not expecting. And I honestly don't know how to answer that question. I know that my body has flaw and I'm just not pretty. You either are or you're not and for me, unfortunately I'm not.
"Umm because I'm not; all my life I have been over looked by guys and came to the conclusion that I'm just not pretty enough."
"But you're very wrong. You might be the most beautiful person I know. If I had to pick my favorite feature on you I couldn't," he said stressing ever word.
"Because you don't have one," I said pathetically.
"No because I like them all," he stated firmly.
"Okay," I said not believing him. I just wanted to get off the topic of me and go back to him.
"Fine I guess I'll just have to tell you everything I like about you. Your eyes make the stars look like they're not shinning. Your hair falls perfectly without you trying. You're so beautiful and I'll tell you everyday. When I compliant you don't believe m-" After having heard enough of Bruno Mars I interrupted Freddie, while laughing.
"Okay Benson stop quoting Bruno Mars. I believe you," I said while laughing and smiling.
"Good," he said joining in with my laughs.
"So are you always this smooth Benson?"
"No, only when I'm trying to impress you."
"You're going to lay it on thick, aren't you?"
"Yes Princess Puckett, I am."
"Now it's my turn to ask a question."
Before I asked the question, I started to feel a little bold. So I leaned over and kissed him. Freddie was in shock that I initiated the kiss, but soon joined in. It felt nice, just like the first one. I could get used to kissing him. I slowly moved back to sitting across from him. Freddie had a huge smile on his face.
"What happened to your mom," I asked and instantly regretted because he immediately started frowning.
I hope you guys like this chapter, everything just flowed really nicely in this one. Shout out to the all the reviewers, you guys are amazing! I know it seems like I'm not really describing the kisses but i wanted to make them more realistic. Because maybe its just me, but i would never describe a kiss as fireworks going off in my head. Then again I'm not in love, so I don't know. Anyways thanks again for your support! :)
