Okay i Know that it took forever, but i'm really swamped with work at the moment!! I don't know if I still have it in me to complete this. I'm thinking I've lost the inspiration so you guys are going to have to tell me whether this chapter feels completely wrong and out of place.
Freddie was having the most amazing time with Carly at the fair. They were talking a lot and even though it wasn't flirting like with Sam it was still cool. Until he saw that poster of Taylor Lautner. Suddenly his mind went back to that morning and Sam's in her underwear.
Sam.
He had left the girl unattended in his apartment wearing his dressing gown. What was he thinking? A wave of guilt hit him.
"Freddie? You okay?" He faced the beautiful girl next to him. He had been besotted with her since they met, Sam knew that. He knew that she would understand.
But he couldn't shake the feeling off.
During the ride on the Ferris wheel he watched Carly elegantly place small bits of cotton candy into her mouth delicately. He couldn't help but think that Sam would have wolfed down the whole thing in three bites. Watching Carly eat just reminded him of Sam's mouth, and then Sam's lips and then Sam tongue and the wonderfully sensation she created on his neck when she licked it.
Damn his hormones. They were getting in the way of his date. He shook his head in an attempt to focus his attention back to Carly but he couldn't concentrate.
Freddie screwed up his eyes. "Kiss me."
"What!?"
"Kiss me." He repeated, this time looking straight at the girl.
"Ew. No. We've been there. It didn't work. I thought you knew that. We're just friends." Carly looked at the boy as if he had completely flipped. Unfortunately they were right at the top of the wheel so it wasn't as if she could just walk away from all the crazy.
Freddie nodded with no expression. "And will I ever have another chance will you?"
"No." Carly looked anywhere but at Freddie. Did all 17 year olds flip out on their birthdays?
Freddie grinned toothily. "Thanks. That's all I needed to know." He tapped the side of the carriage. "Damn I need to get off this thing and go back home."
Freddie Benson had just realised that he liked flirting with, hanging out and most importantly kissing Sam Joy Puckett and he needed to tell her that.
Even if she beat the crap out of him. He really needed her to know.
Freddie burst into his apartment at the plaza hoping to find Sam still there. He shouted her name as he opened the door but was only greeted by his mother.
"Mom! Where's Sam? I need to talk to her!"
"She went home." His mother said stopping him as she headed back to the front door with the intention of going to Sam's place. "Don't. She needs a little space."
Freddie spun around to face his mom, "What are you talking about. I need to tell her something really important."
Marissa walked to the couch and sat down patting the seat next to her so her son would follow suit. "Sam's not like you Freddie. She doesn't trust a lot of people and she doesn't let herself care about many people. Since she was 8 only Carly had been the one person that she could depend on, but then you became friends with them and even though it was reluctantly, she began caring about you."
"Yeah, well I care about her too."
"Not in the same way you care about Carly. Freddie, Sam's a good person. I'm just asking you not to lead her on if you don't like her the way she likes you."
"Lead her on? I haven't led her on." Freddie was becoming defensive.
"You've kissed her two times since she realised that she liked you. You're leading her on."
Freddie stared at his mother. "She liked me? As in like like?"
Marissa took her son's hands into her own. "Just please give her some space."
Freddie let go of his mother and got to his feet. "Why? I like her like that too!"
"Really? I mean truly?"
Freddie didn't wait to think about what his mother was saying. He hadn't questioned himself about it before, but what if he was just going after Sam because he knew he had no chance with Carly? As he reached the counter in the kitchen, something caught his eye. It was a stack of Polaroid pictures. He flicked through them one by one. His mother, Sam, Sam and his mother. But there was one that caught his eye. It was Sam wearing a floral, summer dress with her hair piled up on the top of her head. There were a few ringlets floating around her face. He stared at the picture amazed at how he never realised how beautiful the girl he constantly fought with actually was.
"Mom. When did you take this picture?"
"After you left. Sam was going to wear the dress for your birthday. She had planned a day out to the Settle fair because you she knew that you've always loved the fair. But when you left and I found her upset. She was sitting on your bed waiting for you to come back from your date. She told me that even though you had gone with Carly, it was your birthday and she had to respect that. I couldn't just let her leave so we had some bonding time and she told me all about how much she likes you. She let me dress her up and everything. We even took a couple of pictures for fun. Sam is a great girl Freddie. Just don't hurt her anymore."
"MOM! I'm not going to hurt her! I like her."
"More than Carly?"
"I'm not talking to you about this!" Freddie was getting angry. How dare his mother imply that he didn't like Sam?
He stomped over to his bedroom and slammed the door shut and sat down on his bed. Something didn't feel right. Pulling the covers back his jaw dropped.
The bed was filled with sand. There was no way he would be able to get rid of every grain.
Even though he was angry he couldn't help but grin.
This had Sam written all over it.
The following day at school Freddie took a deep breath before heading towards Sam and Carly. As he approached he could see Sam talking animatedly and Carly nodding along.
"Hey guys!" he greeted as naturally as he could. His palms were sweaty and he wasn't sure why he was nervous all of a sudden.
"Hey Freddie," Carly greeted him with her usual enthusiasm.
Sam didn't even respond to him, but he figured she was still mad about his birthday.
He acted as cool as he could. "What are you guys talking about?"
Carly grinned while Sam was careful not to look at Freddie directly. "Apparently, Sam's in love."
Freddie choked on his Gatorade. Sam had told Carly? He regained his composure as quick as he could before smirking. "So who's the lucky guy?"
Carly shrugged, indicating that she had no idea before looking at Sam expectantly.
Sam took a quick glance at Freddie which he would have missed if he wasn't staring at her so hard.
Freddie's head was spinning. She was in love with him? Oh my God! All of a sudden he wasn't sure if he was ready for that kind of commitment. He was freaking out. Sure he wanted to date the girl, but he thought they were just going to make out and have a little fun. Adding the L word made it serious. He only ever used the L word with Carly and look how that turned out.
"Look Carly, she has a right not to tell anyone. It's none of our business anyway." He tried to drag Carly away by her backpack. He wasn't ready for a confession as big as this. He didn't want to hear it.
Carly slapped his arm away. "No way! I want to know. Aren't you the least bit curious?"
Sam raised her eyebrows at the boy. "Yeah nub, aren't you curious?"
Freddie was freaking out. "Doesn't bother me."
Sam plastered a smile in his direction. It was as if she had forgotten that Carly was still standing there. She stared directly at Freddie. He braced himself to let her down gently. It wasn't his fault that the poor girl couldn't get enough of him.
"It's Kyle."
Freddie started his silently rehearsed speech. "Look Sam, I'm sorry. I just- wait. WHAT?"
"Kyle. The guy I like. Wait, what are you talking about?"
Both the girls looked at the totally confused male in front of them.
Sam's eyes widened in realisation. "You thought that...I mean yeah we've made out a couple of times...but Freddie...We're just...um..."
Freddie didn't have a clue what to say. He was sure it was him. He was positive. After what his mom had told him. "NO! That's totally the opposite of what I thought. Oh look they've changed the roster for the football team. Bye." He practically ran to the other end of the hallway and pretended to examine the board.
Sam and Carly stood staring at their friend's back through a mesh of students.
His stomach was tied up in knots. Who the hell was this Kyle guy? And why did he care? He was going to turn the girl down. Freddie balled his hand into a fist. The weird feeling rose from his stomach to his chest.
Oh my God.
Freddie punched the wall but still daren't face the girls.
He was in love with Sam Puckett.
WHAT THE YUCK!!
Just a note to say I got so many reviews for the last chapter. It was one of my favorites to write before i got dragged down with real life and assignments and crap!! Thanks to everyone who reviewed!! And just to answer a question from shababezTV
yeah, i know a lick is more icky than a kiss, but sam is gross sometimes :D
So tell me if this is totally going down hill coz i think i would rather stop for a while than make bad chapters.
yeah..so...REVIEW!
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