Sooo this is the last chapter apart from the maybe epilogue. Okay i know i promised an epic ending but i realised that its soooo unepically unromantic that its epic in its own way... you'll get what i mean when you read it.
I tried to incorporate some comedy but I'm not that funny in writing. So I hope it worked.
A wave of relief flooded Sam as she flung her arms around the boy. But only for a second. Without warning she removed her arms and slapped him square on the cheek. "What the chiz! Why are you here! What the fudge is going on? You've been AWOL for two days! Do you have any idea how worried your mom and I were? You could have called her. Sent a text. Anything!"
"You were worried." Freddie couldn't help but smile as her rubbed his slapped cheek gingerly.
"That's not the point right now. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" Sam said whacking the boy on the arm.
"I needed to get you something," he said pulling a wrapped up gift from behind his back.
Sam took the gift slowly still looking at the boy an astonished expression. "You spent two days getting me a present?" Sam asked. She stopped right before opening the gift wrap and looked around. "Where the hell is my mom?"
"She went to the cinema." Freddie said it as if that was the normal thing for Mrs Puckett to do.
Sam knew her mom a little better. "How much did you pay her?"
"100 bucks." Freddie said without missing a beat.
Sam nodded smiling slightly. Not that she was going soft on the boy. But he did just spend two days getting her a present. She noticed the table had two candles on it. Looking around the room, she noticed smaller tea lights dotted around with tiny flickering flames. "What up with all the mushy candle chiz?" She looked at the boy suspiciously. "You know you're not getting any tonight right? I still hate you." Sam narrowed her eyes to emphasise the point.
Freddie held back a laugh. "Just open the gift, would you?"
"I don't know what you're smiling at dorkface, I'm not going to like it," Sam said while unwrapping her gift. Tearing the paper away she read the front of the box. "Bacon." She looked up from the box directly at the boy. "Not that I'm complaining but explain."
"Not just any bacon. Bolivian bacon!"
Even the words made Sam drool. Literally. The last time she had the stuff was when she was merely a thirteen year old girl.
"Sam...you got a little..." Freddie said pointing to the corner of her mouth.
Sam wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve. "So why spend two days getting me bacon?"
"Well you know you told me that story about Eric Moseby?" Freddie started shifting his gaze to his feet.
"Noseby Moseby? Yeah, Bacon's of the world. I thought I was in love with the guy- FREDDIE BENSON ARE YOU TRYING TO TRICK ME INTO FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU?" Sam said with realisation of what the bacon meant.
"Only if you're not in love with me anymore. It was a last resort thing. It worked for Eric so I thought...Man, this sounded so much better in my head." Freddie put his head in his hands. It had sounded romantic at first thought. The gesture or him wanting to be her bacon and not wanting to give up on what they had. He just didn't know anymore.
Sam puckered her lips. "Freddie?"
"Don't say it."
"Why you so stooopidd?" Sam said grinning from ear to ear.
Though he was upset Freddie still managed to roll his eyes at her question. "I guess I'll just clear up this crap..."
But Sam held his arm as he attempted to walk away. "Not so fast lover boy. Where do you think you're going?"
Freddie was confused. "What?"
Sam was still grinning. "Who's going to cook my bacon for me if you leave?"
Freddie looked at the girl's eyes. They were sparkling. He let himself smile. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"
"Depends." Sam shoved the packet of bacon into Freddie's arms.
"On?" Freddie's grin now matched Sam's.
"How long it takes for you to cook the stuff." Sam said plonking herself on the couch and stretching out.
Sam was still sprawled across the brown couch half an hour later, but now she had her head on a pillow in Freddie lap. She was slowly devouring all the cooked bacon one by one. She had even let Freddie have some. But only one piece. And then proceeded to smack him after he said it taste like ordinary bacon.
After Freddie watched the girl devour the meat for fifteen minutes he couldn't hold it in any longer. He just had to ask. "So...does this mean we're like boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Sam chewed on her bacon thinking. "Well you haven't kissed me."
Freddie pulled a face. "You're eating bacon!"
Sam burped. "You're such a girl, Freddifer!" She lifted her head off of his lap and took a swig of peppy cola before placed a hand on Freddie's thigh. "You saying you don't want this."
Freddie gulped but managed to keep his cool. "I thought you said I wasn't getting any tonight."
"You thought right." Sam said, inching her hand just a little higher.
Freddie grabbed it to stop it moving any further. Okay so maybe he wasn't as cool as he thought. "Sam. What are you doing?"
"A girl can change her mind," Sam said in her most seductive voice.
Freddie bolted out from the couch and to the other side of the room with fear.
Sam roared with laughter. Freddie was just too cute. "Man, I should have taken a picture of your face just now!"
"It's not funny," he protested.
Sam finally sat up. "Oh just get over here mama wants a kiss!"
"With pleasure milady." He said using his Fluffley and Peta voice.
Sam rolled her eyes, lips threatening to curl upwards. "You're such a dork."
Freddie ignored the insult before leaning in but they both froze when they heard a crash from the direction Sam's bedroom.
Sam grabbed the frying pan before heading over. Freddie was right behind her protesting. Yanking the door open she found Mrs Benson sitting on the floor on the bedroom.
"Oh Sam. I don't know what I'm doing here. I must have just sleepwalked right into your bedroom. Well I'll be off home." She glanced at her son who was shaking his head slowly at his mom's blatant lie. "Oh, well done, you found Freddie. Bye." Marissa attempted to leave but Sam blocked her path.
"What the chiz is going on?" Sam still had the frying pan raised.
"Really mom? Sleep walking? That's the best you could come up with?" Freddie hissed.
"Well I got her here didn't I?" said his mother through gritted teeth.
"Wait? Got me here? This whole thing was a set up? Freddie wasn't missing?" Sam shook her head in disbelief. Mrs Benson stayed quiet. Getting passed Sam she left the Puckett home without a goodbye. She figured the teens needed to talk some more.
Sam looked at Freddie. He could see the hurt in her eyes. "You got your mother to lie for you?"
"It was the only way I could get you to-" Freddie started, trying to justify his actions but Sam cut him off.
"I don't want to hear it," she said turning her back on him.
"Please Sam." He knew he was begging but he couldn't help it. He couldn't let her go.
"Don't." Sam said as he moved closer. "Man, I knew I shouldn't have trusted you again."
"Don't say that. I'm begging you. Please. I'll do anything."
Sam pretended to think. In all honesty, she was quite impressed that Freddie had gotten his mom to lie for him and that it had worked. But she wasn't going to let him know that. "Anything?"
"Just name it," he said without a second thought.
After a good two minutes silence Sam said one thing. "Propose."
Freddie stared at the girl before him blankly. "What?"
Sam smirked. "You heard me."
Freddie widened his eyes. "Are you completely out of your mind? We're just kids Sam."
"And?" said Sam crossing her arms over her chest. The smirk hadn't left her lips. It was as if she was almost trying to dare him into proposing.
Freddie attempted the reasoning strategy. "You can't force someone to propose."
"I'm not forcing you to do anything Benson," she replied quickly.
"Back to Benson are we?" Freddie replied just as quickly.
"Well we are technically divorced now. Look, are you going to do it or not." Sam pretended to look.
Freddie narrowed his eyes. "You know this is what I would class as emotional blackmail."
"Whatever tickles your peach."
Freddie stayed quiet trying to figure out what to do but Sam disrupted his train of thought.
"In or out dude?"
"Seriously, you want me to do this?" said the boy giving her one last chance to back down.
Sam nodded. "I want you to do this. But you're free to walk if you don't want to."
He'd made up is mind. "Just hang on a sec." Freddie disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a small piece of foil. He proceeded to twist it into a ring shape. He had to show Sam he was serious. Taking a deep breath he held the ring out in front of him with both his hands.
Sam stopped him. "Wait, what are you doing?"
Freddie hesitated before replying. "Proposing?"
"Like that?" The girl before him had a slight look of disapproval on her face.
"Like what?"
Sam shook her head as if it were obvious. "KNEEL!"
Freddie spluttered. "Seriously?"
"Kneel!" Sam growled.
Freddie slowly got down on one knee still looking at Sam in disbelief. Taking a deep breath he finally asked. "Samantha Joy Puckett, will you marry me?" He shut his eyes waiting for the reply. He was 17. He couldn't believe he was going to be engaged. His mother was going to kill him.
Sam grinned before replying. "No."
"Right, so- WHAT? NO!" Freddie said still on one knee.
"Get up Freddie. And don't you dare call me Samantha again."
Freddie stayed glued to the spot. "Huh?"
Sam yanked the boy up by the collar of his shirt. "I said no. I don't want to marry you. Are you crazy! We're kids Freddie."
Freddie looked around the room, his head all muddled up. "Wait, what just happened here?"
Sam shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you had the balls to do it."
"You set me up?" Freddie said with realisation.
"You did it first! Whatever. All's fair in love and war Fredwina."
Freddie beamed. "So you admit you still love me?"
"Nope. I hate you." Sam said matching his smile.
"Well good. Because, I hate you too."
"Great. Now kiss me." Sam said in her usually abrupt manner. So much for the romance thought Freddie. Even the candles were burnt out little stumps.
"Okay." He said despite his plan not really working out. He faltered a little slightly nervous all of a sudden.
Sam was getting impatient. "Well…Lean!" she said breaking through any nerves he was feeling.
Freddie leaned in to close the gap between there lips. The kiss lasted between seven and eight seconds before an all too familiar sound of Scott crying filled there ears.
Freddie groaned as he pulled away from the demon-girl. "You're the single mom. You get him."
Sam just laughed in his face. "You're kidding right? I've had him for two days. You sort him out. I'm off to bed." She stomped off towards her bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Freddie stood in the middle of the living room. "You can't just go to sleep! Sam? SAM!" he said, but failed to get a reply.
Freddie looked at Scott then back at the bedroom door. He patted Scott on the head. "Sorry buddy, I'm not cut out to be a dad just yet."
Turning back to the door he shouted. "SAM CAN I COME TO BED WITH YOU?"
There was no response.
"SAM!"
Finally she replied through the door. Her voice was slightly muffled. "Thought you've never ask!"
AAAGHHH I don't know how I feel about it now that I've typed out the last chapter. It felt more epically UNEPIC in my head!
Okay so I want opinions:
1) Should I have stuck to the safe cliché ending or was this okay?
2) Do you think I should write the epilogue or leave it there?
3) Were there even any funny bits? (I'm not too sure anymore)
4) And were there too many references to episodes i.e. isaved your life and ikiss (some of my favourite episodes)
Please please please review with answers or generally what you thought of the story/this chapter!
Thanks to everyone whos stuck with it!
DDF
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