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Chapter 3
Sam's POV
Idly I wondered how long Nancy Sullivan could hold her breath while I sat on the Shay's couch eating a large piece of ham. My mid was really on what to do with the name Carly was going to give me when she got done talking to the dork. I wonder who it is. Maybe it's Rona Berger, that chick no one likes. That would make using the information against him that much easier. Not that there was anything I could do to make his life more pathetic.
I mean, come on. Who goes to someone and asks if they're worth waiting for? A dork, that's who.
Why do you always have to make fun of him? A little voice in my head said.
(A/N-Sam Conscience)
Because, I said back, although I may have been insane, he's a dork, and he should know it.
Or maybe is it because you're denying something?
What could I possibly have to deny?
Your feelings for Freddie.
I don't have feelings for Freddie!
Then why are you so worried about who he likes?
I'm not worried! I'm just curious. And I want to make his life miserable. That's why I want to know. So shut up!
You're not being honest with yourself. Admit it, you have feelings for Freddie.
I do not!
Yes, you do, you just don't want to.
I DON'T HAVE FEELINGS FOR FREDDIE!
Don't lie to me.
I'm not lying! The only thing I feel for that dork is hatred!
Then why are you so defensive?
No I'm not! Just...shut up, voice.
I grabbed my PearPod from by dark jacket pocket and put on my favorite Plain White T's song, Rhythm of love, Blasting it to try and drown out the voice in my head.
It's you and Freddie…
"SHUT UP!" I screamed out loud.
"I just got here." I heard faintly through the loud music. Carly was back.
"Sorry Carls." I apologized, pulling my head phones out.
"What's a matter? Who were you yelling at?" She seemed genuinely concerned.
" one. I was just… I'm fine." No way I was going to tell her I was hearing voices. "So, what did he say?"
"I-I can't tell you." I suddenly realized she was almost hysterical.
"What do you mean you can't tell me? The whole reason you went over there was for me."
"I promised Freddie I wouldn't tell anyone." She headed toward the kitchen.
"So? You're my best friend, obviously you'd tell me, he knows that."
"I promised not to tell anyone, not even you. He specifically said that. I'm sorry."
"Hold on" I had an idea. "You said you couldn't tell anyone, right?" She nodded "What if I guessed? That wouldn't be breaking your promise, right?"
"You're right! Please guess, it's killing me not telling you!"
"Rona Berger?"
"Eww, no."
"Give me a hint!"
"It's someone you would never expect. I sure didn't."
"Ummm, Gibby?"
"Gibby's a guy!" She said with a definite duh in her voice.
"I don't know, they do spend time together…"
"We're not contemplating Freddie and Gibby's romantic relationship! Guess again!"
"give me another hint!"
"Okay, she's one of his best friends."
"Well there's you, but the whole point is that he's not in love with you anymore, and I guess me, but there's no way that he…" Carly was just staring at me, nodding her head and looking almost… apologetic. "No, tell me that nub's not in love with me!"
"Sam, you can't tell him I said anything or you guessed! You can't say anything to him!" She kept talking, but I tuned her out.
I couldn't believe Freddie was in love with me. Completely ignoring Carly, I got up from her couch and left, headed for the door across the hall. I ignored screaming at me to get out of her house, and headed to the fire secape where I knew he'd be. "Hey, Feddork!" I spat, ready to chew him out for the way he felt. He turned toward me, and there was something different about him.
"Oh, hi Sam. What's up?"
"I know." What was it that was different?
"Know what?" He asked slowly
"I know that you like-" I stopped. It was his eyes. There was something there, something I had never seen before in his dark brown eyes. I racked my brain, trying to figure out what it was.
"…Rona Berger" I finished slowly, realizing what it was. His eyes held love, but not the kind they did when he loved Carly. That was affectionate, Puppy love. This…This was different. This was the thing that couples who had been together for forty years had. Caring for that other person, no matter their flaws, no matter hbow they looked, no matter what.
"What?"
I sat down on the window sill, the same place I sat when... I got my first kiss.
"Yeah, Carly told me. Can't believe you like… her, but it makes sense. NO one likes her, no one likes you…"I struggled to come up with an insult. "Perfect match, huh?"
"Is that all you wanted, to come insult me? 'Cause I'm really not in the mood. I wanna be alone, and you bein' here kinda ruins that."
"I'm not here just to insult you. I wanted to say I'm sorry." Woah, where di that come from?
"For what? What did you do?"
"I…Remember how I said I would apologize for the stuff I do to you every so often? Well here it is. I'm sorry for all the stuff I've done to you since I last apologized."
"Oh. Well, thanks Sam. It's…nice of you to do that."
"Yeah, .I gotta go, Carly's gonna wonder what I'm doing." I swung my legs over the wall and was about to leave when I stopped. "Hey, I got a question."
"Yeah?"
"I gotta know, why do you like…her?"
"I don't know. There's just something about…Rona…"He looked me with this expression that told me he knew I knew, and I wasn't talking about Rona, and neither was he "that I can't explain. She's got this hold on me, that no one else has. I don't know why, I just know I do."
"Oh." Something in me made me grab him and hug him tight. "I'm sorry" I whispered befort I could stop myself. "…That you like Rona Berger. She's awful. And for everything. And for the mouse trap under your pillow." I had to add that, even if there was no trap. I didn't want him thinking I cared about him or something. Which I didn't! I think…
"Sam!"
"Sorry." I let him go."I'll get it on my way out."
"Bye, Freddie."
"Later, Sam."