So all the reviews got me a little more inspired and I got this idea in my head. Still unsure of the ending but writing this was a lot better than assignments :D
Sam was sitting on the Shay's couch as she stared at Scott, holding him at arm's length. She missed hanging out with Freddie and if she squinted she could just make out the boy's face on the doll. She knew it was stupid. Freddie wasn't the real father or anything. Scott wasn't even a real baby. Freddie would collect Scott and drop him off without a single word. He had been avoiding her. It wasn't as if she was trying very hard to talk to him but a greeting once in a while would be nice.
Sam shook herself back to reality, cursing herself for thinking about the stupid jerk. She had a boyfriend now. A boyfriend that liked her. That was decent enough to ask her to the stupid dance. She had to get over Freddie and Kyle was helping her do that.
Sam's dress was one she had borrowed from Carly. They had all agreed to go to the dance together. Somehow, Carly had even managed to get Freddie to come. Apparently they were going together. Carly and Freddie. And apparently it was just as friends, but Sam knew better. She was there the night of the girl's choice dance a couple of years ago. They had been so engrossed in each other that they hadn't even noticed Sam walk into Groovy Smoothie. Now she thought about it, it was probably at that moment she started to have feelings for the boy.
AGH! Kyle.
Think about Kyle, she said in her mind. She would get over the nub sooner or later.
All she had to do was get Scott to sleep before they left. Spencer had agreed to keep an eye on Scott while he made his new sculpture of a giant raccoon.
Scott lay in his make-shift bed that Freddie had created out of a box and some blankets. Technically the baby wasn't asleep until the mode had shifted to sleep. "Go to sleep Scot!" she warned, but the doll didn't listen.
She figured she needed to sing a song. But she only knew the lyrics to one as Carly had it on loop all the time. She shrugged before staring at the baby and started to sing. "You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset..."
She carried on singing and realised that even though the lyrics were totally girly she was enjoying herself. She started to dance around the room in a random-dancing kind of way just to get rid of the tension that she had been carrying the last couple of weeks. It was good to let her hair down once in a while.
She was now singing at the top of her voice. "How could you not know baby, you belong with me!"
"Do I? I must take note of that."
Sam spun around so fast she tripped over her own feet and landed in the arms of the last person she wanted to see.
Freddie steadied he girl before she quickly stepped back to allow at least 3 feet between them. "Benson."
"Nice voice Sam. You should really try out for America Sings." Sam watched Freddie give her the once over with his eyes. She couldn't help wondering what he thought of her in the dress. She kicked herself mentally for even caring about what Freddie thought of her. He was on a date with Carly.
She crossed her arms over her chest trying to be as hostile as possible. "So you speaking to me now are you? It's about time. Why the hell have you been ignoring me?"
"Why the hell do you care? You have your new boyfriend. I didn't think you of all people would miss spending time with me." Freddie's tone matched hers perfectly.
"I don't care. Why are you here anyway?" Sam tried to change the subject. She didn't want Freddie to know exactly how much she had missed him.
Freddie put a finger on his chin in mock thought. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm going to the dance with Carly?"
"Carly's still getting ready. Why don't you wait at your own place?"
"I wanted to say goodnight to my son if that's okay with you wife!"
"OH! Now I'm your wife! I'm only your wife when it suits you." Sam pointed her index finger at the boy in front of her with anger. But in a strange way Sam was enjoying herself. It reminded her of how they used to be.
"Well if my wife wasn't cheating on me with her new boyfriend, maybe I would spend time with her!"
Sam didn't get what Freddie was saying. They weren't an actual couple. She could have a boyfriend. That wasn't part of the assignment. "You're not making any sense."
"You're not making any sense!" Freddie threw back childishly.
For the first time during the argument, Sam realised how close she was standing next to Freddie, but that wasn't going to faze her. "Why won't you ever say what you mean?"
"Maybe I don't want to." Freddie didn't want her to know how much she had hurt him.
"Fine, stop talking then." Sam was still shouting even though his face was only a couple of inches from hers.
"Make. Me." Freddie challenged.
Sam's eyes flickered to his lips. She wanted to kiss him so badly but why was he looking at her like that? It was as if he was willing her to kiss him.
"Hey guys, I thought I heard you guys fighting. We all set?"
Carly had just come down the staircase.
Sam watched Freddie step away from her as if he had been electrocuted. He scratched the back of his neck. "Carly, wow. You look amazing!" Freddie kissed the brunette's cheek.
"I know," she said jokily. "You look good too Freddie."
For the first time that night Sam looked at what Freddie was wearing. She had to admit he looked hot in his dark jeans, blazer and light blue dress shirt. Freddie shot a smirk at Sam while she just rolled her eyes.
Sam was glad the bell to the apartment rang when it did. She opened the door and before Kyle could even say Hi, she stuck her lips on his surprising everyone, not least of all Kyle. She turned back around and mimicked Freddie's smirk right back at him.
It was Freddie's turn to roll his eyes.
This was definitely going to be a long night.
Freddie couldn't help but stare at Sam as she danced with Kyle. It wasn't just because he was jealous. It was because she had tricked him into falling in love with her. How dare she use his mom of all people? It was probably like some twisted prank. Man, he hated her. He turned back to Carly and asked her to dance. Thankfully, she said yes.
Sam couldn't help but look over her shoulder and stare over at Carly and Freddie dancing. They looked like the perfect couple and she knew that she had a boyfriend but she couldn't help but want to rip him away from her best friend. She hated him for kissing her, and toying with her feelings.
"You okay babe?" Kyle asked with genuine concern. Sam realised that she must have looked like a crazy person. She couldn't help but bite her lip to stop herself from snapping at the boy she was dancing with. Freddie would have known never to call her babe. He knew she couldn't stand the word.
Sam forced a smile. "Yeah. I'm just a little thirsty. I'll get us some punch." As quick as she could, the girl ran to the refreshments table and poured two cups of punch. As Sam walked back to Kyle she bumped into a hard chest. Her punch went flying straight at the guy.
She groaned when she saw a hateful Freddie standing before her covered in punch. His shirt was ruined.
"You did that on purpose!" he accused.
"No I didn't you idiot." Sam started to walk away but the conversion wasn't over.
"Yeah you did. You wanted to ruin my night with Carly." Freddie was talking bull. He knew that but he couldn't help but lash out at the girl.
"Yes, my sole mission in life is you make your life a misery," said Sam, words dripping with sarcasm. By now a small crowd had formed around the pair.
Freddie threw his hands up in the air. "Well it used to be. Before your precious Kyle came along."
It was Sam's turn to scoff. "Oh come on! We were totally screwed up before I started dating Kyle."
"And why is that?"
"You know perfectly well why Benson!"
Freddie was riled up. There was no way he was taking the blame. "All I know is that you started it. You kissed me first."
"Do you want me to shove my stiletto up your ass? Because if you don't quit talking you know mama will." Sam knew she was threatening the boy she liked but she just wanted him to stop talking. Why was he bringing all this up? She was trying to move on and he was making it impossible for her to do so.
Freddie gave her a dirty look. "God I hate you. You don't even care."
"Care about what Freddie?" She wasn't enjoying fighting with him anymore. She wanted all this anger to go away. But Freddie didn't answer her question. Sam nodded silently to herself more than anyone else. "Fine. Have a nice life Benson." She walked away hoping that the tears that were close to falling didn't until she had reached the bathroom.
Over the music Sam heard one voice. "I'm in love with you Sam!"
Sam froze but didn't turn around. Freddie spoke again. "What? You too chicken to face me now are you? I never thought Sam Puckett would ever be to chicken to face her fears."
"I can't believe that she just left. She didn't even say anything. What the hell?" Freddie was pacing up and down ranting to himself more than Carly.
"Well what did you expect Freddie? Did you think she'd run into your arms and kiss you? Real life is not a movie you know. She has a boyfriend." They were back at the Shay's and Carly was trying to reason with the boy.
Freddie didn't say anything, because the truth of the matter was that he did think that Sam would say that she was secretly in love with him and that they would kiss and make up. Man, he was so stupid. What in the world had possessed him to admit his feelings for her? He was definitely going to be made fun of at school. How was he ever going to face her again? There was still another week of the parenting assignment.
He couldn't handle thinking. Freddie needed sleep. Excusing himself and taking Scott with him, Freddie went across the hall to his own apartment. Walking into his bedroom, he was surprised to find Sam sitting on his bed.
So...i just felt like Freddie needed to get that out there, way too early and typically like a boy...LOL!! I actually don't have a clue how the next chapter is going to go.
Reviews would be nice!!
DFF
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