*Hey you all, so I re-edited chapter one and chapter three, check it out (: Thank you all for being such loyal and patient readers (: I hope you enjoy! Oh and I tried to make Freddie's sound normal so I based it on the guys I hang out with. Of course they don't do anything they really do when they're around me but… I tried. Anyway I'm sorry I'm so late. I've been working on another story AND I've had some pretty big papers due in school ): Boo. This chapter is… not some of my best work but I might edit it later on. I've having a huge case of writers block for this story. ): Boo to that too.
Me: I'm sorry I'm late I…
Sam: Oh shut up. You better be sorry.
Me: Excuse me?
Sam: You're excused, now rub my feet.
Me: I am not going to rub your-
Sam: RUB MY FEET!
Me: *Ugh; Rubs feet* Haha I've seen people do that and I wanted to give it a shot. BTW I changed the script at the last minute! I'm not going to write about what Freddie and the guys did. Sorry ): (: Anyway, enjoy. *
Freddie and Sam avoided each other on Sunday. Both were far too confused and awkward about what happened between them yesterday.
Sam mostly went to girly stores in the mall with Carly because she knew Freddie would never go in any of those. She wasn't ready to face Freddie just yet. After what had happened yesterday Sam had went crazy with her workouts and slept when she wasn't doing that. This thing with him was really stressing her out and she figured maybe spending some tie with Carly would get her mind off of it. Distractions. That's what you need. She told herself.
She drifted through the day, barely listening to what Carly or anyone else around her said. As much as she tried, she just couldn't pull her thoughts away from that nerd boy. Sam preoccupied her mind with random thoughts and observations; Hoping something, anything, would distract her from her mind. She tried her best to hide it but after Sam bumped into someone and kept walking about three times Carly finally caught on. When they went to Build-a-Bra, Carly got tired of ignoring Sam's weird behavior and questioned her about it.
"Hey Sam, are you okay?" Carly asked casually, sifting through lace and cotton. Sam didn't seem to hear her; So Carly called her name. After calling her name seven or eight times, Carly threw a green and blue bra in Sam's face and Sam snapped out of her trance and turned to Carly.
"Whoa Carles, what's with the attack of the bras?" Sam asked, throwing the white undergarment off of her. Sam had been concentrating very hard on trying to forget Freddie and what he'd said to her yesterday. She tried thinking about everything and anything; Funny memories (That didn't include Freddie – Not very many), TV shows, she even let herself think about her homework for a few minutes. Now she was trying to picture Principal Franklin in a bikini.
"I was trying to get your attention. But anyway, Sam are you okay?" Carly asked once again, staring at her intently, trying to see through that huge wall Sam had put up.
"I'm fine," Sam said almost immediately. Carly honestly didn't get Sam sometimes. She pretended not to care about anything, but Carly could see that she'd built a wall; Ever since her dad left. Ever since Sam had told Carly her father had left Sam and her mother for a new family and moved out of the state, Sam had been… different. More careful, secretive. Carly and Sam used to tell each other everything, but Carly had a feeling Sam was keeping something from her. Sam could see Carly trying to decide if she believed that or not so she took that as her chance to distract her.
"Hey Carles, wanna go check out that new Ashton movie? I think the next showing is in like 30 minutes and if we go now then we can probably make it." Sam suggested desperately, giving Carly the most convincing fake smile she could manage. Carly kept staring at Sam for a minute, but finally cracked and looped her arm through Sam's as the two best friends made their way quickly to the theatre across from the mall. This is perfect. Sam thought. Not only did she get to avoid talking for about one and a half hours, but she also had a nice amount of time to try to untangle the mess in her head.
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Freddie decided to hang out with Gibby and the new kid, Walker. It was totally time for a guy's day out; Time to kick it with the fellas. Besides, the people in the Lip Gloss Emporium and Build-a-Bra know him way to well. He called the guys at about noon and they all agreed to ride their bikes and meet at Rayner Park. They were just going to do the usual; Ride around, talk about video games, and race to find out who buys smoothies. Freddie took the scenic route there, stressed from all of the Sam drama.
For some reason, he couldn't stop thinking about her; how detached her voice had become in less than a minute. How she seemed to look right through him. She said she wanted to change… She wanted to. She knows she has a problem. She admitted it. Maybe it's just the disease talking. I'll have to do some research… Stop! Stop it Freddie. You don't care. You could seriously care less. I mean if she doesn't care about her well-being then why should you? He had been having these in-head arguments ever since he left Sam's.
He remembered almost every detail about what happened in those short thirty minutes minutes of yesterday; the way her usually golden hair was starting to look more and more like the pale mop of hair in his dream; The way her lips looked dry and chap; and the way that despite the mess she clearly looked like, she was still beautiful. He couldn't stop thinking about what she'd said yesterday; phrasing it as if her were the enemy and he wanted to manipulate her or something.
*"I don't need your help! I don't have any problems, Freddie. I'm not a math problem you can figure out in 2 minutes. I'm not crazy and I'm not sick. There's nothing wrong with me."*
She sounded so mad then; so angry and sure. But he knew he heard something beneath that; something deeper. Freddie didn't know exactly what that something was but he knew that if he didn't help her soon then drown in her disease. She's so obsessed with being perfect, so obsessed with feeling perfect that she doesn't realize what it's really doing to her.
I mean, why can't she realize that she looked just fine before she did this to herself? Something happened though; One day she was the old Sam, mean and lazy. Then, next thing I know, she's different. Freddie couldn't believe he never noticed. She'd become more secretive; More… different. It was like she became something else; some kind of creature that just wasn't her. Freddie doesn't know if he's talking to Sam, or what she's become. Her eyes used to shine, blue and bright; But at some point, they'd become dull, unfocused; distant.
Freddie didn't know what he had to do, or even how to do it; all he knew was that Sam was drowning. She had been swimming at first, far ahead of everyone else, but she'd crashed, somewhere deep out at sea where no one had seen; and when she tried to fix herself, she went under; drowning under the pressure and the hurt, hoping someone could save her. A shark was pulling her down though, taking her deeper, and deeper under. And Freddie knew that no matter what, he had to try to pull her back up; she could have his life preserver, anything to save her.