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Freddie's POV

When we left the store, neither Sam or myself said a word. My mom decided she'd fill the silence with stories from the market. It just so happens that she ran into the man from apartment 8-F with another woman rather than his wife. My mom clucked her tongue disapprovingly. She said she also saw a young girl, about fifteen, by the arm of a boy who was at least ten years older than her. "Girls think they're charmers, those older guys," my mom said with a sigh. "Boys are nothing but trouble at that age. Remember that, Sam." she said, shaking her head. I stopped at a red light and turned to look at Sam who was trying to keep her attention outside.

Once the light turned green, my attention shifted back to the road and from there on it was a silent car ride.

…

Later that night, Mom decided to help Sam take a shower then help her get to bed. I really had no objection to that seeing as I didn't want to have to deal with Sam or talk to her about anything that happened in the super market. Not that there was much to talk about, really, except… there was something about that James guy that I really didn't like. I mean, I figured it was as a result of my newly discovered—erm—feelings towards Sam but it wasn't like she was mine to claim.

I walked over to the couch in the living room and sank down with a defeated sigh, pressing my hands to my forehead to try to stop the headache that was coming along. That James guy was such a douche. I had gotten all the fatcakes to apologize and have Sam like me again and he just had to ruin everything. I was even going to ask her if she wanted to celebrate getting her arm cast off next week by going to that meat lover's buffet. I should have known Sam would be one to go for pretty boys, just like she had with that Colt or Cort or whatever that guy's name was.

"Idiot!" I murmured, hitting my palm against my forehead. Grunting, I got up from the couch so I could go shimmy into bed. Tomorrow was a new day after all.

Sam's POV

Today was the day. Thanksgiving with the Benson's. As it turns out, Mrs. Benson liked to celebrate Thanksgiving all day. They started it off at 7:30 with a huge breakfast fit for a king. I had ham, bacon, sausage, and eggs on one platter, hash brown on the next, and finally a huge stack of pancakes. Mrs. Benson's smile was a knowing one when she caught side of my reaction to the breakfast.

I didn't know where to start first.

"Freddie?" I said, picking the pancakes as my first victims.

"Hmm?" he said, cutting up his sausage.

"I want to eat the pancakes but I can't cut them. Will you?" I asked. "Please?" I added as an afterthought with a big grin.

He gasped. "Sam said 'please'? Mom! The apocalypse is coming!" he yelled with a laugh. Mrs. Benson chuckled, who was in the kitchen making orange juice. Yes, from real oranges.

"Shut up and cut the pancakes." I huffed with a chuckle.

"That's more like it." He said with a grin. He got up from his chair and walked over to where I was seated. He leaned over me to get to my plate and begun to cut the stack of deliciousness.

His arm bumped my shoulder and for the first time I noticed how close he was hovering over me. He was to my right reaching over to my pancakes and his front was pressed behind me and his arms circled around me to reach the pancakes. I felt my face warm up with the close proximity of his body. As weird as it sounded, I could feel the warmth coming off him and washing over me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling, recalling the night of the café where he had held me in his arms while I slept.

As fast as the warmth came it was gone and instantly cold draped over my body. I frowned at the thought and opened my eyes to meet Freddie's curious brown ones studying me.

"Are you…okay?" he asked, briefly cutting my gaze to pay attention to pouring syrup over his own breakfast.

"I'm fine."

"You look…flustered." He said, putting the syrup down and meeting my gaze again. His brown eyes—which I just noticed had orange and gold flecks in them, like molten chocolate and honey—searched my face again, as if trying to see what I was trying to hide. I moved my eyes away to settle on my breakfast.

"You're delusional, Benson. I'm just thinking." I said, stabbing a pancake with my fork.

"What about?" he pressed.

I chewed on my pancakes thoughtfully before gagging and drinking water. "Pass the syrup." I said before drowning the food in syrup. "I hate dry pancakes," I explained, trying to gulp down the rest of the forkful.

"You are avoiding my question. What were you thinking about?" he asked again, stabbing a piece of ham before slipping it between his lips.

"James." I answered immediately. It wasn't completely a lie, I had been thinking about texting him, but that was not why I had been flustered earlier.

Freddie's face darkened. "Oh, him." he said simply, taking a sip of the glass of water set to his left.

"Yeah, I'm thinking about going out with him. Maybe just once so I can get out of here for a bit. To breathe, you know?"

"Yeah." He muttered before Mrs. Benson waltzed in with a pitcher of freshly made orange juice.

Freddie's POV

Every sentence was like a stab to my stomach. I was aiming towards making her blush in that cute way she does when I tease her but it turns out she was just thinking about James the whole time. And now she was thinking about dating him and I couldn't help the sick feeling that bubbled in my stomach.

Once breakfast was over, Sam went to the living room to watch football and scream at my television and I went into the kitchen to get lunch and dinner ready.

"Freddie, can you hand me the bag of stuffing?" Mom asked. I reached over to the olive colored bag and placed it next to the turkey that my mom was working on.

"Thanks. So, did you call your aunt Lucy and ask if she was coming?" my mom asked, making casual conversation while I prepared the soup that we would eat as a small lunch.

"Yeah, she said her and Uncle Ian were coming. Cousin Louis said he would spend it with his wife, Michelle."

"Michelle?" My mom asked.

"The read head, mom. We went to their wedding in June." I replied, cutting carrots in thin slices to drop them in the small pot.

"Oh, right!" my mom said. "Yeah, her mother was the one who studied Neurology. How could I forget?"

"She was a weird woman. Did you see her dress?" I snickered remembering the woman who was wearing a flamboyant fuchsia dress at the wedding. "I swear my eyesight has forever been affected." I said with a chuckle.

"It was pretty bad, wasn't it, Freddiebear?" My mom said with a laugh.

"Mom, don't call me that." I said with a groan.

"I don't care how old you get, you are still my Freddiebear." She said before pinching my cheek."

"Mom, seriously, stop." I said with a laugh this time.

"Freddiebear?" I heard Sam say from the living room.

"Shut up, Sam!" I yelled back.

"Whatever you say, Freddiebear!" she yelled back.

"See what you did, Mom?" I said before adding spices to the now brewing broth.

"I didn't mean to." She huffed as she placed the now prepared turkey into the oven.

I was about to reply when the doorbell rung.

"I'll get it." I said, sprinting to the door.

"I kind of expected you to!" my mom yelled after me. I rolled my eyes at my mom's comment.

I opened the door and was immediately tackled with a hug. "Freddie!" the person said—a female person.

The girl pulled away and looked at me square in the eyes. She had shoulder length black hair, pale complexion, and hazel eyes. Recognition struck me and I hugged her back.

"Jessie, I haven't seen you in ages!" I breathed.

"I know! I've missed you so much, Freddie!" she replied. "How have you been?"

"I've been great! How about you?" I said, letting her in and closing the door behind her.

"Fine, fine." She said, looking around the room. He eyes landed on Sam. "Hi, I'm Jessie. What's your name?" she said, sticking out her right hand in front of Sam. Sam looked at Jessie up and down and scowled, putting her right hand out.

"It's broken." Sam said simply.

"Oh, how did that happen?" Jessie asked with genuine concern in her voice. She sat down on the sofa next to Sam and that only caused Sam's frown to deepen.

"Accident. I need to take some pills. Freddie, carry me to your room." Sam said, annoyed.

"But Jessie just got here." I argued.

"One, two…don't you dare make me say three." Sam threatened.

"Understood," I said before scooping her in my arms and carrying her to my room.

Sam's POV

I didn't like her. I didn't care who she was or what she was doing here, but I didn't like her. Her perky little smile and her hazel eyes bothered me. Not to mention she had perfect hair that just made her look…prissy. I wanted her gone.

I swallowed down my pills dry and could feel them slowly drifting down my throat.

"Whoa, slow down there." Freddie said with a chuckle. He picked up the pill container and his eyes quickly scanned the label. "You're going to be asleep for a couple of hours. I'll be bring you lunch when you wake up and then you can get ready for dinner." He said. His eyes moved to my face and he let his hand go to my cheek where he placed a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "If you need anything," he whispered, "Anything at all, just call for me. Okay?" he said.

My eyes searched his. I was trying to find out why he was being so nice. Regardless, I nodded and he turned around to leave. I was still staring at where he was standing even after he left. My thoughts jumped to the time he had kissed me when I was asleep. Freddie was just so naturally nice. I really didn't even deserve to be friends with him.

I groaned. I hated over thinking everything. I picked up my phone and dialed the number I had put in the night before. I swallowed down my nerves and pressed the "Call" button.

"Oh gosh, what if he doesn't answer?" I wondered. "Or if it's all awkward because I can't flirt to save my life?" I hated when I seemed vulnerable.

"Hello?" The person on the other line said.

"James?"

There was a chuckle. "Yes. May I ask who's calling?"
Oh God, his accent was even better than I remembered. "Uhm, it's Sam. From the Mall-Mart." I mentally kicked myself. Get your chizz, together, Sam!

"Ah, yes, of course. How are you, Sam?" He asked casually. It was like he had known me his whole life. His voice was completely at ease and I was so surprised that anyone could even sounds so relaxed.

"I'm great. You?" I asked. Okay, this was awfully awkward.

"Is there a reason you called, Samantha?" he asked with a small laugh from the other line.

I was too flustered to even bother with the fact that he used my whole name. "Yeah, I was wondering when we could see each other again. That is, if you want."

"Well, I leave in a few weeks, two to be exact. On the Tuesday. But anytime from tomorrow until then is fine." I noticed the way his accent softened his 'T's making "Tuesday" sound more like "Chooseday."

"Okay, how about Saturday?" Carly was getting back early on Saturday so she could definitely help me with getting ready. God, it felt like when I liked Pete all over again.

"That sounds great. I look forward to it, Sam. Where would you like to go?"

"How about the Cheesecake Warehouse? Their food is amazing."

"That sounds delightful. I myself like cheesecake. It's a date, then."

My stomach fluttered at the word date. "Sounds good. Bye, James."

"Bye, Sam." he said and the line went dead. I closed my phone. I had a date with James.

…

"Sam, I want you to meet my aunt Lucy and my uncle Ian." Freddie said. It was dinner time and we were all gathering around the table full of deliciousness.

I waved at the small, thin woman and her husband. They looked about 35, not very old, and they both had kind faces, sort of like Freddie's.

"Nice to meet you," I said, acting as nice as I could. Freddie said if I did, I could get the turkey leg.

"Likewise," said the woman, Lucy, as she sat down on the chair next to my own. "Freddie," she said, "Is this your girlfriend?"

Freddie, who was sitting across from me and drinking water as she said this, choked a little. I tried to not to make a snarky comment as to how ridiculous that would be.

"No, actually, she's my best friend. The thing is, she was in an accident and I'm watching over her." he explained.

"Mhmm." was all Lucy said. "I see the way you look at her and vice versa." she said with a wink.

I coughed. "Let's not mistake disgust and love now." I muttered.

"What was that, dear?" Freddie's aunt said.

"Uh, pass the peas?" I lied.

"Sure thing," she said. I took the bowl from her and shoveled peas onto my plate since I had asked for them. I grimaced. I hated peas.

"So, Freddie, how's school?" Jessie said, grabbing a slice of ham the size of her spoon. The rest of her plate was mixed vegetables. I gagged.

"It's fine. How's school for you?" he asked in return, cutting the turkey so everyone could have a piece.

"Good. Being top of my class and having a 4.0 grade point average isn't easy, you know." she laughed. Her hazel eyes were shining as she said this and I swallowed back and insult.

"That's great, Jess. I can't get mine above 3.95. Spanish is just not my class." Freddie chuckled.

"That's true," Mrs. Benson chimed in. "Freddie can get straight A's in all classes except Spanish. I blame it on the teacher. She is so unorganized."

"That's true. Mrs. Sanchez is awful." Freddie agreed.

"Sam, how are you in school?" Jessie asked, turning everyone's gaze towards me.

"I, uh…I'm okay."

"What grades do you get?" she pressed.

I seethed a bit."Straight C's." I said with false pride. "Sometimes a D."

"Why don't you get Freddie to help you? He is very smart." she pointed out with a smile towards Freddie.

"I don't want help. I like my grades."

"Sam is actually very smart, she's just lazy." Freddie added.

Jessie nodded. "I see, I used to be very lazy until my parents –blahblahblah." is what it sounded like to me. I couldn't take it much longer. I could feel my last nerves snapping. If she turned to smile at Freddie once more I would lose my shit.

"And now I'm straight A's." she said. "And future valedictorian." She added with a flip to her black hair.

I snapped. "Oh my goodness, shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

She stared at me with her wide hazel eyes, confusion pooling in them. "Huh?"

"Oh my cheese and rice, if you don't shut your mouth I am going to burst. Stop sending smiles toward everyone, stop batting your freaking perfect lashes, and just stop being so…perfect! Stop! It makes me sick!"

"Sam! Stop yelling! That's my cousin you're being rude to." Freddie shouted back at me.

Then it hit me. Cousin.

Oh.

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