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Sam's POV
The rest of the time in the café went by a little slowly. The waitress came back with our drinks and I sipped my cappuccino (which was surprisingly delicious) and Freddie added his sugars and creams to his coffee and stirred painfully slow.
"How are you going to pay?" I asked.
"I have a ten dollar bill. You can get a dessert if you want. I know you haven't been out and a while and you should enjoy it to the fullest."
I nodded slowly and looked over to the menu. My eyes locked on peach cobbler. It was like pie, but it didn't have a bottom crust and it came served hot with vanilla on top. I liked peaches, and pie, so it must be good.
"Peach cobbler," I told Freddie and he nodded, motioning for the waitress to come over. He told her the order and she left.
"Sam, why are you so quiet?" he asked, his gaze catching mine.
I sighed, slightly annoyed. "That's none of your business, Benson."
He chuckled, which made me even more annoyed. "Back to last names, are we, Puckett?"
I just stayed quiet. My head was beginning to hurt and my arms and legs felt sore.
The peach cobbler came and I was barely able to lift my arm to get the spoon. My eyes started to droop and I was about to slip into unconsciousness.
The second me head fell down was the second lightning and thunder decided to make their appearance. My head shot up so fast I was afraid I got whiplash.
"Sam, are you okay?" Freddie asked as the lights in the café buzzed out.
I squeaked and closed my eyes. I hated, hated, thunderstorms. Melanie and I would always cuddle with our parents when it they came along.
"Sam?" I heard Freddie say and he gently put his arm on my shoulder.
"I'm okay, I promise. Trust me." I muttered.
"Sam." he repeated.
"Fine, okay, I'm not okay. I hate thunderstorms and I'm scared shit-less. You happy?" I said, exasperated.
There was a slight pause. "There was no need for the s-word." he commented, but I could hear the smile in his voice.
I sighed and just closed my eyes, trying to drown out the sound of distant thunder. To no avail, really, because the crashed kept coming, harder and harder.
Freddie's POV
Sam looked really distressed and I really had no idea what to do. A woman came around with candles and she placed three on our table. I muttered a "Thanks," to her and looked up at Sam.
"Can we go home?" she asked weakly, and my stomach did a flip. 'Home' she had said. Did Sam really see my house as home now? The thought, for whatever reason, sent tingles coursing thought my limbs and the corners of my mouth to upturn in a goofy smile.
"When the storm blows over." I murmured.
I got up and made my way to where Sam was seated in her wheel chair. I had no idea what possessed me to do it, but I picked her up bridal style and sat her on my lap in the booth I had been sitting in alone.
I expected her to punch me, kick me, strangle me, stab me, or all of the above. My body was prepared for any of those. However, I was not prepared for what she did next. Sam wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer, almost hanging on to me for dear life. I took a deep breath and just wrapped my arms around her, keeping her in place and comforting her. It must have worked because moments later she was quietly sleeping in my arms.
I looked down at her face, the curves of her cheek bones, her ivory skin that was completely free of blemishes, and her impossibly long eyelashes. I looked at her eyelids that hid her icy blue eyes that I secretly loved. Honestly, you could stare at them forever and never get bored. My eyes drifted to her rosy lips. The same thoughts as the last time I looked at her sleeping flooded in and I recalled the time I had kissed them in the fire escape. My lips burned at the thought, wanting to relive that night. My thoughts drifted to the time I had kissed a pair of lips identical to hers, but there had been a spark missing. Melanie (Yes, I knew she existed now) was missing something Sam had.
Sam shifted a bit in my arms and a slight sigh parted her lips which made them look all the more enticing.
I groaned in frustration. Why was I constantly starting to feel weird when I thought of Sam? Did I like her or not? This conversation with myself was getting old and I needed to figure out these stupid feelings of mine. If I liked Sam, what were the chances that she liked me back?
The lights in the café flickered back on and there were cheers all around.
"I think it's safe to go home, folks." the man behind the counter said and everyone began to file out into what was now a soft drizzle.
I checked my watch and was surprised to see the lights had been out for a whole fifteen minutes.
Sam stirred and her eyes flickered open. "What happened?" she asked, sitting up with sleep clouding her eyes.
"You fell asleep while it rained outside. We're at a café but we can head home now."
She nodded slowly and I picked her up and set her in her wheelchair. The man at the door was handing out disposable rain coats and he handed me two for the walk back home.
Sam was strangely quiet and I wondered what could be bothering her.
When we finally reached Bushwell, I lazily rolled Sam to the elevator and immediately punched in our floor number. The elevator ride was painfully slow and once the doors opened I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding.
I hastily opened the door to our apartment wanting nothing more than to fall into my bed and sleep for ages.
"Freddie?" I heard Sam say as I helped her into some sweats to sleep in.
"Mmm?" I replied, pulling her broken arm out of the sleeve.
"Hand me my pills." she said, holding her head with her good hand. I tried to move her to lay down but she yelped in protest.
I panicked. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
She let out a weak chuckle. "No, you nub. I just haven't taken my pain pills all day and I'm feeling really sore. My head is killing me, too." she sighed, raking her fingers through her hair.
"Oh," I said, dumbly. I handed her a handful of assorted pills and went to fetch a glass of water.
I handed her the glass when I returned. "Thank you." she murmured, downing down the water.
"No problem," I replied.
"Can you put music on so I can fall asleep faster?"
I shrugged. "I suppose," I made my way to the desktop in my room and opened PearTunes up.
"Do you have that slow song by Cuddlefish?"
"No, I don't have any songs by them." I replied, apologetically.
"Nub." was her only response.
"I'll just PearTunes on shuffle then," I replied pressing the play button.
My face fell when the first song popped on.
"Paint yourself a picture, something perfectly obscure…"
"My Only One?" Sam questioned.
"It's, uh, from All Time Low's new album," I said with a weak laugh.
"That's brand new information." she replied sarcastically.
I sat down on the edge of the bed just waiting for Sam's medications to kick in so I could go to sleep in my bed.
"Hey Freddie?" I heard Sam whisper.
"Yeah?" I replied sleepily.
She erupted into a fit of giggles. "Nothing, nothing." she replied.
I looked at her funny then went back to staring into space.
I heard giggles from Sam again and I got up to walk over to her.
"You are high off pain medication." I laughed. It wasn't like she was abusing her pills, they just had loopy side effects.
"Yeah," she said with a chuckled stifled with a yawn.
"What did you want to tell me?" I asked, sitting down next to her and adjusting her pillow better.
"Thank you." she replied with another yawn. I chuckled. Loopy Sam was really cute.
Ew, what am I thinking? I shook my head.
"You already said 'Thank you'." I reminded her.
"Not for letting my sleep in your arms at the café." she said, fluttering her eyes shut.
"You were tired, and you always use me for things, including a pillow." I reminded her, lifting the blanket at her feet and draping it over her shoulders.
"Yeah, but this wasn't as a pillow. I was in your arms." she whispered.
I looked at her, dumbfounded.
"Thanks," she murmured.
"No problem," I whispered back. I couldn't stop the feeling that pooled in my stomach. It felt funny and out of place, like that one time my mom let me drink champagne at a wedding.
I changed into my pajamas in the restroom and came out with all my clothes in a pile in my arms.
"You are my only one, that's all I know, you're all I know…"
The song came to a close and I threw my balled up pair of socks at the computer.
"Oh shut up," I muttered.
But I knew it was true.
I was starting to, if I didn't already, like Sam. As more than a friend, that is.
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