"Am I interrupting something?" A voice said from the curtain and everyone but Sam and Freddie turned around to see who it was.
A girl who looked a lot like Sam stepped inside of the curtain and raised her eyebrows. She had the same blue eyes and the same blonde hair as the other two Puckett's here in Seattle. The only difference between her and Sam was that she had a lot more meat on her body.
"Mel?" Sam asked, without looking away from Freddie. She knew that voice anywhere.
Melanie stepped deeper into the room and began to walk over to Sam's bed. Sam was still glaring at Freddie and Melanie could see Sam's knuckles were pale and shaking. She walked right up to Sam's bedside and put her hand on Sam's.
"Hey Sis," She said, looking down at Sam, but she continued to glare at Freddie.
When Sam didn't say anything, she whispered, "I'm home,"
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Sam Puckett was mad. Actually, she was beyond mad, she was pissed. Maybe even beyond pissed off. Her anger completely erased all of the embarrassment she should be feeling and she felt her body start to shake and get very warm.
She glared at Freddie with as much hate as she could put into it. Who the hell does that nub he think he is? She could feel her blood racing and her hands curled into fists. He can't do something like this to me! And not while I'm in a freaking hospital bed!
Her body was shaking vigorously and her breathing was shallow. She couldn't look away from him. All she saw was him. She felt like she was seeing red.
All she wanted to do was hurt him. Hurt him as much as she hurt him; break his heart like he was breaking hers. But she can't do that, because love is a fragile thing. He broke the rules. You aren't supposed to play with love.
And you aren't supposed to use it for some kind of twisted revenge.
Part of her wanted to blame herself, was she really that bad? Was she so bad that she deserved this? Was she so bad that he had to take advantage of the fact that she is gentle with her heart, take advantage of the fact that so many guys have hurt her before? He knows how he feels about that. He knows how much she wants a guy to love her for her. He knows.
So why would he do something like this to me? Why did this happen to me? Why do I deserve this? First, I loose my dad, and I almost lost my mom, and now he wants to do this?
She wanted to fall to her knees and cry. She wanted so much to just cry, all day until she couldn't cry anymore.
She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to take out all of the anger and sorrow she was going through right now on him. She wanted to place him in her shoes and make him see how she feels.
She was foolish, allowing herself to trust him so much. She tortured him, and he was nothing but nice to her. She should've seen it coming. She should have known that he would want some kind of revenge. She mentally kicked herself for being so stupid.
But she was a Puckett, and she wouldn't let him get to her, not right now. She was far too pissed off to indulge in her self pity.
So instead, she spat out in the most venom filled, cold, and heartless tone she could, "Get out!"
She didn't care if she was too mean when she said it. She didn't care about the hurt look on his face as he stared at her. She didn't care about the hopeful look in his eyes. She didn't care. She just wanted to crawl in a freaking hole and cry. She didn't want to have to deal with anything anymore- people, school, weight, love, nothing. She was tired. And this time, she wasn't tired because she was 'sick' in a hospital bed; she was tired of life and the complicated shit.
Freddie was still standing there, staring at her. Does this kid have a freaking death wish? Se launched up in her hospital bed and attempted to wrap her hands around his neck but he jumped back at the last second. She fell back onto her pillows in pain, wondering if any of the cords were ripped off of her but she didn't care. She continued to glare at Freddie, hoping he would just leave.
She didn't hear anyone say her name when she lurched for him, but she knew that they were yelling, she had just blocked them all out. Now though, she heard Melanie loud and clear even though her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Maybe you should just leave. For a while."
Yes just leave. Forever. I can't take this. Please, just leave. Sam begged in her mind, but not loosening the glare on her face.
She watched as Freddie's shocked look turned into a sad one, he slowly and reluctantly turned around and made his way to the other side of the curtain.
Serves you right, asshole.
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Freddie Benson was feeling a large mixture of emotions. Embarrassed at his outburst, proud that he finally admitted it, confused, angry, devastated… the list could go on. He knew that he got it easy; he knew that when she got the chance she would make him pay, big time.
What he did was stupid, everyone knew that, but he was frustrated. At the time, he didn't know how else to express his feelings. At the time, the consequences didn't seem so bad.
Not that he would ever admit it, but he had hoped to himself that it would turn out differently. He pictured himself yelling that he loved her and her jumping into his arms (though that's currently not possible) and kissing all over his face and telling him that she felt the same way. He expected her to be awed by his bravery and his willingness to tell the whole world (or their closest friends) that he loved her.
Now, that fantasy seemed more like… a fantasy. He chuckled to himself at how stupid he was to believe something like that could happen. She was Sam.
And he was Freddie. He tells one girl he likes her, she turns him down for years; he tells another girl that he loves her and she tries to choke him.
I know I'm not the hottest guy out there, I know I don't have the body of that wolf guy from Twilight, or a very attractive face. I already know that. But why am I so undesirable? Sam is the one. I know it. But she won't come near me for weeks now without trying to kill me.
I screwed up. I fell in love with a beautiful girl, and I expected her to love me back. She may never love me back.
But that won't stop me from trying. I will fight for her until the day I die.
Some might think that he was stupid for continuing to pursue a girl who might never love him. They were complete opposites, she was the predator and he was the prey. They were so wrong.And yet, they were so right.
"I shouldn't be surprised," Carly had said. We all knew it would happen…"
If everyone else saw how perfect they are for each other, then why can't she? Why must she remain stubborn and blind?
Freddie didn't realize he was standing in front of the gift shop, he didn't even realize that he was pacing and mumbling to himself. He was shaken out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked around and realized that he had been pacing right in front of the gift shop and he turned to see Maya smiling at him.
"Hey there… Freddie. Come on in," She pulled him inside and to the register before he would say anything. She walked around to the other side and propped her elbows on the counter, setting her head down in her hands and giving him her full attention.
"Now what's on your mind? Did something happen with that girl you were telling me about?"
"Well… It's a long story…" He hesitates, looking at Maya and wondering if he should really load all of his problems down on her.
"And I've got nothing but time." Maya smiles a warm smile at him and winks. He smiled back at her, just a small one, and told her everything.
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Soon after Freddie left, the room had grown very quiet and the air in the room was way too awkward for anyone to handle. Wendy and Gibby had mumbled their excuses and left quickly. Carly had told Melanie that her mom was downstairs in the cafeteria and she had also left.
Then it was just Carly and Sam, like it always had been. It was silent for a few minutes, Sam seemed to be still fuming to herself and Carly was wondering where Freddie was and how he was doing and how she could fix the situation at hand.
She hated seeing her best friends like this, angry and depressed. She hated it. She longed to break the silence between her and Sam but she didn't want her to shut her out too.
Finally, after what seemed like a century, Sam spoke up. "I can't believe he was such an asshole."
Carly's eyes almost bugged out of her head when she heard Sam. Was she serious?
"Sam, what are you talking about? He just admitted that he's in love with you!" Carly shrieked, looking at her friend with shocked eyes.
Sam snorted, "Please. We both know that that was just his twisted way of getting back at me for torturing him for all these years. That was a little mean though; even I wouldn't break someone's heart like that." She whispered the last part and avoided Carly's eyes.
"Sam, are you on drugs too? Are you blind? Can you not see how crazy that boy is about you?"
"Puh-lease! He doesn't like me. He's just now getting over you!"
"Are you serious?"
"Are you!"
Carly sighed, "I can't believe you don't see it. Look, when this whole thing popped up," She referred to Sam's disorder, "I was hurt. I was really hurt because you're my best friend and you kept something like this from me. I was heartbroken. I just… I couldn't believe it until I saw you lying in this bed, half dead." Sam's stomach started to feel queasy when she said that.
"Do you know how bad that hurts? Realizing that your best friend was keeping secrets from you? The same girl that I danced around my living room with singing "Pocket Full of Sunshine" with. The same girl that kicked Greg Peterson's butt because he cheated on me with Olivia Oller. The same girl that I've known since third grade, and that has been right by my side ever since." Sam saw tears' glistening in Carly's pleading eyes.
"That girl, kept an eating disorder from me. And it hurt." The tears fell free from Carly's eyes and she turned around and faced the wall so she could gain control of herself.
When Sam had 'woken up' no one had brought up the disorder or the broken relationships. She hadn't screamed and yelled at her mother as soon as she saw her and Carly didn't scream and yell at her when she woke up. Everyone had just gone back to the way they were before all of this had happened.
Sam knew she would have to talk about it sooner or later.
She didn't know, though, that her actions had such an affect on the other people in her life. She thought that it was her business and if she wanted to talk about it then she would. She didn't think that Carly would be so hurt by it. But, then again, she didn't think that Carly wouldn't show some kind of emotion.
"Carly…" Sam said softly to her turned back and tense shoulders, getting ready to launch off into endless apologies and explanations. But Carly interrupted her, turning back around to face her.
"But I forgive you for that… for now. Right now, we have to deal with Freddie. So, as I was saying, when I finally was brought into the loop, I noticed that Freddie was acting weird. I noticed the way he would just look at you… with this face… this face full of love and compassion... I didn't understand it at first; I didn't know that he was over me. I was confused. I saw how upset he's been the whole time we were here. I saw how broken, how damaged, and how devastated, he was when your heart started beating. We were all upset but there was something about the way he was…"
"I ignored it at the time, playing it off as if it was just his way of grieving. But when you came back, I saw the hope and the love and the life that filled his eyes. While you while you were gone, so was he. It was like he was lifeless, too tired to go on. But when you came back, it was like that life came back to him and that shine came back in his eyes. It was like he was whole again."
"Of course, I ignored it again, thinking that must have been how I looked too. But after a couple days, he started to look frustrated. He continued to look at you as if you were the very sun that lit the sky and I continued to watch him do it."
"I don't think I've ever been so fascinated by a person… Finally, I confronted him about it. He told me how he was over me, and how he sees me as a sister now. And I asked him if it was because he liked you, and he said yes. He loves you. We all see it. It's so obvious."
Carly stopped talking then, Sitting down in one of the chairs right next to Sam's bed and sitting back, exhausted from all of the talking. It was Sam's turn now, and she waited patiently for her to speak.
Sam sat in silence for a moment. Thinking to herself so hard she thought her brain might explode. She didn't know it was possible for so many thoughts to fly through her head.
Do you like him?
Do you believe her?
Does he really like you?
I think I like…
Why is all of this happening so suddenly?
… Him.
Did I just say that?
Do I want to take the risk?
Is it worth it?
I am so confused.
Do I like him?
Where is he?
I think I do…
What am I saying?
I could really get hurt if I let myself get attached to him…
But isn't that what love is about? Taking the chance…
Risking…
Giving it your all…
She felt like there were multiple voices in her head, arguing and encouraging, hiding and wondering. She didn't know what to do.
"But what if it ends badly?" Her voice comes out softly, almost in a whisper, "What if it ends up like his crush on you and he decides he doesn't 'love' me anymore? What if he decides he likes you again? All of the guys I like eventually do…" She muttered, looking down and fiddling with her fingers.
What if?
Maybe it's worth it…
But what if it works out?
What if it doesn't?
What if I get hurt?
Or what if maybe, just maybe, I fall in love and live happily ever after?
Yeah… riiiiiight.
It's possible. Anything is possible.
But am I worth it? What if eating again makes me fat and worthless again. What if Karrisa and those prissy girls were right?
Sam thinks back to one of the reasons she continued to starve herself, one of the things that made her keep going.
"Well if it isn't Samantha Puckett." A voice sneered from behind Sam as she made her way out of the school at the end of the day. She stuck her head back inside and saw Karrisa Melee and her 'posse'.
It was about a month after the baseball and throwing up 'incident'. Sam was trying hard not to do it again, but food just wasn't fun anymore.
"Well if it isn't Karrisa Melee and the clones." Sam smirked, looking at all of the girls who were dressed very similarly and stood behind Karrisa, their leader.
Karrisa has shoulder length black hair and she's like, half Asian with dark eyes and she's always wearing heavy makeup he kind of bright makeup that makes it completely obvious that you're wearing a lot of makeup.
She glared at Sam and looked at the fat cake she was holding in her hand. Sam hadn't really seen Karrisa and the girls since before her dad died, she hoped she'd never see them again.
But here they are, standing right in front of her.
"I see you're still eating." Karrisa snickered, rolling her eyes to the girls behind her. They all started gigging. "Not like you ever stop. You're going to get fat!"
"She already is!" One of the clones declared and they erupted into another fit of giggles. Sam looked down, her cheeks getting warm.
"She is," Karrisa finalized it and everyone continued to laugh. Sam could feel her cheeks burning as she avoided their eyes and tried to block out their laughter and their comments.
"Look at her tummy!"
"Look at her man hands!"
"Her cheeks are so puffy!"
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Sam turned around and threw the building door open. She could hear their laughter and insults increase as she ran out the door.
"Run Puckett, run!"
"Do you good to get some exercise!"
"Lay off the fat cakes!"
It was so hard after that day, not to compare herself to other, prettier girls. She began to notice all of her flaws and became very self conscious. Those girls made fun of her multiple times afterward, but by then, she was done ignoring them. Instead, she listened to them.
"Do you even realize how lucky you are?" Carly's voice brings her back to reality and she looks at Carly, whose expression is softer, but firm.
"Lucky? Me?" Sam snorts. Carly rolls her eyes and leans forward.
"Sam, I would kill to find someone who loves me as much as Freddie loves you. Sure, guys like me, sometimes. But none of them like me! You've seen the…" She leaned closer and whispered, "Assholes…" She leaned back up and Sam almost laughed at how funny it was.
"That I've dated!" Carly continued, "None of them cared about me. Half of them just wanted to trick me into sex. Sam you are so lucky. Luckier than you realize. I've always admired you."
Sam's mouth dropped open. The Queen of Perfect was jealous of her? "You're jealous of me!"
Carly nodded, "Of course I am. You're drop dead gorgeous, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. You can… ahem… did eat anything you wanted and you stayed thin." Both of them looked down awkwardly, but Carly continued.
"You can be tough when you need to be, you're talented… Sam there's a list of amazing things about you. I mean… Freddie loves you, he really does. And you'd be stupid if you didn't at least give him a chance."
Sam was shocked. She had so much to think about. So much to figure out. But she'd save that for later, when she was alone. She was glad that she had someone to go to when she needed help. Glad that Carly would always slap some sense into her.
She looked at Carly, her best friend, and thought back to all those times Freddie had asked her out or flirted with her in obvious ways. She thought back to that pang that was always in her stomach as she watched this; the pang she always passed off as coming from the disgustingness of watching it.
And then she thought back to the little 'game' she and Freddie had been playing since fifth grade. She remembered the witty and playful things he had said to her, the touching, the talking… The kiss.
That first kiss.
All of it.
She thought, and she thought. She thought until Carly excused herself to go downstairs to talk to Pam and Melanie. She thought as she sat in her room alone. Thinking about everything she and Freddie had gone though, and every hidden message, every game, every trick, every moment.
She thought until there was a tap on the wall over near the curtain. When she heard that, she was momentarily peeved at the fact that she couldn't afford a real room…
But when she looked over at the curtain and saw the figure standing there, everything she was thinking, everything she was feeling, was momentarily gone. All she could do was stare into his brown eyes and feel her heart melt and her chest grow warm and her stomach grow jumpy.
"Can I come in?" He asked, his voice was soft and cautious. He looked tired, now that she really looked at him. He looked like… like he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were red and there were bags underneath them.
All of the anger she felt toward him earlier… it was gone. She was shocked, but at the moment, she didn't want to kill him.
"Sure," She said just as softly. They held eye contact as he slowly walked over to her bedside and sat in the chair closest to her face.
"Sam, I'm sorry. About earlier. I was stupid. I was… I just… I wanted to tell you in private but everyone wouldn't… leave! I just had to tell you though. And I meant it, I really did. Carly told me that you thought it was just revenge… I would never do that. I would never hurt you like that. I won't hurt you like other guys have done in the past. I won't betray you like Jonah or try to change you like Pete. I wouldn't do that to you I just…" His voice cracked and he stopped talking for a moment. She remained quiet, wanting to let him get it all out. She wanted to hear everything. He had his head down as he talked, staring at his knee instead of her.
"I want you to be happy. I would prefer it if you were happy with me… but I can't force you to feel the same way I do. I realize that. I can't force you to like me. I'm not likeable. I'm not that wolf dude from Twilight or a male model or anything. I'm not. And I can't help that. I want you to like me for me, not out of guilt or anything though so don't worry about my feelings."
He sighed, "I don't know, Sam, I really don't. Maybe I'm supposed to be this wimpy little kid who falls in love with his neighbor and strives for her for the rest of my life. Maybe that's how I'm supposed to be. But I can't be that way. I can't be that guy. Because my neighbor's best friend is mighty gorgeous," He gave her a small smile and then looked down again.
"And I… I fell in love with her. She's crazy though. But I think that's what I love most about her. She's different. Not boring."
"I can't be the little nerd boy who falls in love with Carly, because I fell in love with you," He says, looking into her eyes with all of the love and emotion he feels for her. Trying to convince her that he is serious. That he has no intentions of hurting her.
Before she could respond, a nurse stuck her head around the curtain.
"Sorry, but Ms. Puckett, it's time for dinner." She interrupted and Sam grimaced at the food they would inject into her system. Maybe this time she would let them actually feed it to her; she was tired of that needle.
Sam looked at Freddie, and he looked right back, the nurse cleared her throat and Freddie slowly stood up and walked backwards back toward the curtain.
"Freddie," Sam said, and he nodded his head slightly, stopping right next to the nurse. "Look, Freddie, if you know what's good for you, what's best for you, don't fall in love with me." She said in a soft voice, barely loud enough for him to hear. Before he could reply, the nurse cleared her throat and sort of pushed him out of the room.
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When she was done eating, Melanie and Pam came back to her room, their small family being gathered together for the first time in… months.
When Melanie and Pam first walked into the room, Sam remembered something.
They were in the middle of a conversation and Melanie was talking, saying something about one of her professors, and Sam interrupted her.
"I never forgave you." She said firmly, but calmly. Her eyes bore into her mother's as she spoke. "I don't know if I ever will."
"Sam…" Her mother began but she interrupted again.
"DO you know how hard it was? Losing one parent, and then the other goes crazy?" She turned to Melanie, "I never forgave you either."
"Me? I-"
"Yes you. You left. Right after Dad died you just left us. Mom… she went crazy. She started drinking… a lot, and sleeping with random men and… it was bad. And I needed you. I needed both of you. But neither of you were there." Her voice cracked, and she felt tears sliding down her cheeks.
"I was hurting, I still am. I was being harassed and teased, and told I was fat and everything. He haunted me, because I wasn't as perfect as Mel was, getting accepted into great schools and bouncing back from his death so quick. I felt weak, and I felt out of control."
"I had to control something. I had to gain control of my life again. I decided to start by not being so 'fat' anymore. I starved myself. I threw up. And once again, I needed you both, more than ever. And once again, neither of you were there." Her voice cracked again and she paused as a small sob poured out of her.
"And you," She faced her mom only this time, "While I needed you, you were too busy getting drunk and hitting me, hurting me, to even try to help me. You were too selfish to help me. I needed a mother. I needed one bad, but I didn't have one. I don't even know if I have one now." She glared at both of them, before leaning her head back and staring at the ceiling, waiting for their reactions.
Melanie was the first one to speak. "Sam, you don't know how sorry I am. I should have known. I should have…" Sam could her hear voice cracking and looked over to see the tears brimming over her sister's lids. "I should have done a lot of things. A lot of things that I didn't do. I was… I was scared. So I ran. I thought that if I focused on school more than ever then the pain would go away. But I guess I should have known that it wouldn't. I'm sorry I neglected you. I was trying so hard to make myself forget, to make the pain go away… I didn't think. I'm sorry," She was crying now, covering her face and sobbing. Sam ignored the tubes and sat up and rubbed Melanie's arm, trying to calm her down.
"Mel… I know it hurts. It hurt me too and it still does. But you can't push the pain away. You have to deal with it. And I think we can both deal with it, together. I promise, we can make it through this together."
"Me too, I promise." Melanie said, having removed her hands and now gave Sam a sad smile. Sam intertwined her fingers with hers and smiled back.
"I owe you the biggest apology." Ms. Puckett interrupted the moment, and both girls snapped their attention to her. "I was a bitch to you… A big one. But that was my way of healing. Melanie ran away, you… stopped eating… and I drank. I wanted him back so badly. And both of you, you look so much like him it… it pained me to see that part of him in you and I just took all of my frustrations and angers with his death out on you."
"I shouldn't have done that. I know I shouldn't have. But I did. And I wish that I could take it back. Believe me, I'm sober right now and I…. I'm seeing that therapist we saw a few months ago. I need help and I know it. So I'm getting help."
"I have two daughters that I need to take care of and I can't continue taking care of you the way I am. And seeing as Melanie may hopefully be coming home more often," She gave Melanie a hopeful look and she replied with a smile. "I'll need to learn to take care of myself and both of you better."
"I know I'm late. And that you two will be applying for colleges and jobs next year. I know that next year is your last year in high school and I am so sorry that it took me this long to realize…" Tears slid down her face and her voice cracked. Sam and Melanie had only seen their mother cry a handful of times. That was why Sam didn't like to cry, Puckett's didn't do that. Melanie was emotional though so she cried often.
But to both of them, seeing that weak side of their mother, they realized that even the people who seem the strongest, even the people you try to mold yourself after, they're still human being and they still have feelings.
Sam knew her mom meant it, she saw it in her eyes and in the fact that she was crying in a public place where anyone could walk in and see her. She knew the pain her mom was feeling, and she kind of understood. She made a promise to herself right then though, if things didn't get better, she would leave again.
For now though, Ms. Benson couldn't find out that Sam had been living there. She would have to go home.
Sam didn't realize that they were all crying now.
"I'm just so sorry." Her mom cried and Sam reached out and took her hand. Melanie took both of their hands and all of the Puckett girls gave each other small smiles as tears slid down all of their cheeks.
They cried together then, all of them. They cried for the loss of their father and spouse, they cried for their broken relationships, they cried for their reunion, they cried for the fact that Sam was in a hospital- they cried for everything.
Crying until all of their sobs mixed together. They hugged each other, and held each other, and cried.
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Freddie didn't come back that night; shortly after her mom and sister left visiting hours were over. Pam hadn't really left the hospital yet (neither had Freddie), she only went back to put Melanie's bags up, get some more stuff, and clean the house (with Melanie's help) for Sam's homecoming.
The doctors hadn't told her when she would be able to go home. They'd just said that they're waiting for her body to get to a certain weight and a certain mass until they could release her.
Sam was annoyed at all of the fuss, annoyed at having to be fed when she could do it herself, and annoyed at the fact that the cafeteria served ham for dinner and she didn't get any. She hadn't digested or truly enjoyed ham in so long; she hadn't digested or enjoyed anything in so long.
She was afraid though, that all of this sudden eating and weight gain would make her fat again. She didn't want that. She didn't want the harassment she was sure to get from Karrisa and them when they saw her eating again.
Part of her wanted to stay in the hospital forever; so many things had happened to her there, so many people had shown that they really did care about her. And she felt safe there, like everything was better. She was afraid that once she went home, things would go back to the way they were before and this experience would only be a dream.
The other part of her though, wants to get the hell out of there. Hospitals are depressing and people who see you in a hospital always have that sympathetic, 'Aaaw that is so horrible!' look in their eyes. She's tired of it. She doesn't want anyone to feel sorry for her. She wants her pride back.
That night she slept nice, she didn't wake up until noon. She knew that Carly and Wendy and Gibby and all of her friends wouldn't be there to see her until after school was over, at almost four. Her mom and Melanie were either still asleep, or still cleaning. Spencer was working on an art project, this one he'd said, was for her, and she was very curious.
Once she woke up, the nurse came in and fed her. After she was done, she turned the TV on to Girly Cow, seeing a rerun that she had practically memorized.
She sat there for about an hour, just watching TV and feeling bored, before she heard a knock on the wall. She turned her head toward the wall and saw Freddie Benson sticking his head around the curtain and looking at her, a smile on his face.
"Whadaya want Freddinstein?" She teased, sticking her tongue out. His smile got even wider and he stepped around the curtain. Now that she could see all of his body, she saw that he was holding a big brown bear with something silver around the neck.
"Para ver que, Princess Puckett," He said, looking at her smile and bright blue eyes as he walked over to the chairs by the wall. He grabbed it and pulled it back over to her bedside and sat down closer to her face. He sat the bear down on his lap and smirked at her.
"I didn't understand what you just said but I don't care. Is that for me?" She asked, looking at the bear.
He laughed, "Yes, it's for you." He handed her the bear and she sat up, setting it in her lap. She looked at the silver thing around the neck and gasped.
"A necklace?"
"Yeah. It's a symbol I guess. My heart and the key to it. All yours." He said, watching for her reaction. Her eyes had that shine back to them and her face lit up as she carefully pulled the necklace from around the bear's neck and looked at it in her hand.
She looked at the small heart and small key with the intricate design. She smiled at how… 'Freddie' it was. No guy had ever done anything like this for her.
"It's so you," She said in a shaky voice, looking over into his chocolaty brown eyes. He didn't say anything, what happens next is all up to her.
So long they had done this, sat around trying to best each other. Moments, moments that added together to make a beautiful, great history. Moments of laughter, tears, and love.
This is it.
All of those moments lead up to this one moment. All of those moments were just preparing her, making it easier for this moment to come. This moment of decision, and this moment of a glimpse into a future she had seen once before, in a dream.
After a while, two people walk into the room. There is a woman, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and a man with brown hair and brown eyes. The woman is holding a baby, wrapped up in a blanket. She's skinny. Skinnier than the normal female adult, but she looks healthy.
As they get closer, they're faces are more recognizable.
Markie laughs and looks at her, clearly entertained. "Yea Sam. That is you and Freddie, and your daughter.
Freddie and Sam turn toward each other and Freddie softly touches the baby's cheek.
"Sweet baby, Maya," He leans down and kisses her forehead. Sam watched this with an amused and love filled expression.
"Sweet little nub," She teases. He raises his eyebrows and she lifts her free hand and pulls his face closer to hers and kisses him.
Maybe it was a clue, a hint toward the future. Maybe in her subconscious mind Sam had always known that she and Freddie would end up that way. Or maybe she got a glimpse of the future so that the decision she's faced with now is easier.
His eyes glisten and all she wants to do is get lost in them. His hair is messy and it looks like he slept in his car.
He still looks cute, and innocent.
She doesn't realize she's kissing him until she feels his tongue ease into her mouth. She pulls away for a moment.
"I thought I told you not to fall in love with me?" She whispered, her eyes still closed.
His breath was warm as it hit her face, "It was way too late for that. I had already fallen."
And with that she threw her arms around his neck, ignoring the cords, and aggressively brought his lips back to hers.
[Okay you all *tears* this is it. This is the last chapter. But don't be sad, I'm going to be posting two or three epilogues soon.
Now the reason it took me so long to update this. I actually have a legit one. Myspace gave my computer a virus and the whole thing messed up. I'm in the process of finding the CD so I can reformat windows. Right now, I'm using a very very old computer to update because I know you all have been waiting for the longest time for me to update and I felt horrible. This computer is named Dinosaur, because it's so old, and I would like to thank Dinosaur for letting me use him to write this chapter (:
Also, if you're reading my other Seddie story I'm Not The One then you know I also have not updated that one either. That is because I lost all of my files and I have to re-write the chapter, and because I do not have eight reviews yet.
Anyway, thank you all so much for sticking with me throughout the whole story and a big thank you to the people who reviewed often and the ones who reviewed anytime at all. I had so much fun writing this story and I'm glad you all enjoyed reading it. Thank you.
Make a great day, - Ariel.]