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Big Thanks to Cody "Super Jew" G. for being my proofreader.

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Oh, that reminds me. Please read my new FanFic, The ointment.

End of Chapter 2:

Sam just shook her head and said "I don't want to talk about this chiz right now. I just wanna try and enjoy my smoothie."

"Okay," Freddie said in an soft tone, his brow becoming smooth once more. He leaned in towards Sam. "I'm going to go dry off," he softly said, in a way that sounded like 'please don't leave.' Sam nodded in response, still not looking up from the table.

Freddie walked off to the bathroom.

Chapter 3

Freddie walked into the bathroom. He started to grab paper towels to dry himself off. "Ugh. I can't believe I'm soaked to the bone," Freddie said, reaching for the paper towel dispenser. He pulled the lever that would make the towels come out, and it broke off. "Damn it! Now the fuckin' thing is broken!" He exclaimed while flipped open the dispenser and found out that it's jammed. He started to undo the jam. "At least Sam is pretty dry," he mumbled to himself.

That is what he really cared about. Even though he knew he had to pretend he hated her, but he couldn't let her get sick. He really loved her, even though he knew that she would never love him back.

He remembered the night they kissed. he was sitting on the fire escape hiding from the world, hiding because thanks to Sam, everyone knew that he had never kissed anyone before. That's when Sam came out. They had talked a bit, then Freddie got an idea that he thought was insane, even though Sam had apparently thought the same thing. They could kiss each other, just to get their first kisses over with. Then it happened, they shared a kiss.

It was the happiest night of his life. That night on the balcony was better than his entire relationship with Carly, better than the date with Melanie, er Sam, whoever he was really out with. He didn't think it was really Sam, because the kiss they shared was not as good. It wasn't as explosive.

He remembers the feeling that he felt when she left. He knew that the promise they had made, that they would go right back to hating each other, wouldn't really happen. He didn't know exactly what he felt for her, but he knew it wasn't hate. He realized that she really did still hate him, and that he had to keep his then undecided feelings hidden from the world. He realized pretty quickly that he loves her, not hated her. He knew that he had to keep his new feelings a secrete. If he didn't, Sam would find out. She would probably break his arms or beat him to a pulp. He knew he would have to bury his feelings deep down into his stomach, creating a pit of despair and loneliness, which seemed to encompass his life.

The only relief he got from his torturous love of the blonde-headed demon was, oddly enough, when she was torturing him. At least when she called him names she was acknowledging him, and when she physically hurt him, at least she was touching him.

He never understood exactly why he fell in love with her, but he couldn't name a single thing about her that he would want to be different. With the exception being that she would love him back instead of hating him.

He really hated seeing her with Chris. That made him hurt more than anything else. Every time he saw them together, his heart would sink a little. Every time Chris kissed her, Freddie's heart would shatter into a million pieces. He hated that he couldn't get over Sam no matter how hard he tried. He had told her that dating Chris was a bad idea. He knew that he wasn't right for her. Not just because Chris wasn't Freddie, although admittedly, that did play a part, but that Chris was a jerk and a playboy.

He wasn't sure exactly what to say to the heartbroken teen sitting out the door slurping a smoothie in his hoodie. He knew, however, that it wouldn't be anything like 'I told you so', even though he had. He knew that wouldn't help her, and that was his main concern. He wanted he to go back to her normal moderately happy, abrasive, and meat-loving self. Tears didn't suit her, her bright blue eyes normally looked like icicles, but when she cried, the icicles seemed to melt into haunting pale blue pools of water. He decided to just be there for her and comfort her. He knew that she probably wouldn't want to talk all that much about it, but he would be there to listen to whatever she would say, and to help her any way he could. That started with keeping Chris away from her.

He figured he was about as dry as he was going to get in the little bathroom, so it was time to go back to the table. Of course the fact that Sam really needed him right now helped to hasten his decision to go back.

He walked out of the bathroom to see Sam sitting across from Chris.

So, what did ya think. I know it's short.

I know most of those of you who read this are saying "I know what happened during the kiss, you don't have to explain it to us!" but I want it to be readable for those not in the fandom, like my friends.

Please read and review, constructive criticism is encouraged, but please say whats wrong with it, not just it's not good.

I'll try to update soon.