I know, I need to be quicker with updates if I wanna get these done by the end of the year! This is honestly completely improvised because I couldn't think of anything to write for this so if it seems kind of out of place I'm sorry, but hopefully it will make sense! Thanks to seddierules2468 for this idea!
~Charlotte~
Day 70 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: Chair
Freddie POV
I couldn't sleep, I had school in the morning and, for some reason, I was staring at the chair in the corner of my room right by the window. Maybe it was my sleep deprived mind that was telling me something was missing or I really was missing something, but maybe not something...maybe someone. I gathered this probably didn't make any sense but it just felt like someone was supposed to be in the chair that I had been staring at for most of the night and the person I couldn't get out of my head was Sam and I didn't know why.
Maybe it was because she was one of my best friends and she used to sit there and torment me when I got out of the hospital when I saved Carly. Maybe it was because that was where she would sit when we were forced to do joint school projects together. Or maybe it was because she used to sit there when we were dating. Perhaps it was all three.
What I couldn't understand in my sleep deprived state was why it all mattered then? Why did I care about that chair that had been there since me and my mom first moved into the apartment? And most importantly, why did I keep thinking of Sam in that chair? Carly had sat in that chair plenty of times, even my mom and Spencer had sat in that chair before, but what made Sam so important that I kept thinking of her in that chair?
I looked at the date on my calendar. There was nothing important about the date, or was there? I got up and sat in the chair that I had been staring at and looked at the calendar that was on the wall exactly opposite the chair. The date looked ordinary but there was something about the date that I couldn't put my finger on. Was it a birthday? No, it couldn't have been, it was something to do with Sam and it wasn't her birthday on that day, so what was so significant about that date?
I thought a year earlier and decided it wasn't something that happened last year, but then I remembered that it had been two years since I had been knocked down by the taco truck and that's why the date was important. It was the night that I got home from the hospital that Sam had come to visit me in my room, but she thought I was asleep, but she still stayed.
I was still taking pills that would knock me out for the night so I could sleep but Sam wouldn't listen to my mom when she told her that Sam couldn't go in to see me, but when did Sam ever listen to what my mom said? So she came into my room but I was only just dropping off to sleep so I could see her walk in, see me lying down on the bed sleeping, and then sit down on the chair next to my window.
"Hey," she sighed, talking quietly but enough for my semi-conscious self to hear.
She thought I was asleep at the time so she didn't wait for me to answer and I didn't want to let her know I was still slightly conscience.
"Your mom told me not to come in here, but I told her to go away and let myself into your room," she said just as quietly as before. In my semi-conscious state I smiled slightly.
"It's probably really weird that I'm talking to you while you're asleep but I remember from watching hospital shows that people in coma's get people talking to them and it's supposed to help. I know you're not in a coma but I'm guessing it might work the same way. Actually, I don't want you to remember this at all. I care, but I don't want you to know that I care about you." She laughed one short laugh and then carried on. "I'm sorry you got hit by a taco truck."
I wanted to say 'It's okay, it's not your fault'but I didn't want her to know I could actually hear her, plus I didn't have the energy to speak.
"Carly feels really bad and keeps saying that it's all her fault that you're like this, but it's not her fault, and if you try to blame her I will hurt you more than that taco truck did." There were a few moments of silence and I wanted her to keep talking. It was nice having her there and I didn't want her to leave because she thought I wasn't listening but I was. At last she continued. "It's no one but that stupid taco truck drivers fault...he does sell good tacos though..."
She trailed off and I opened my eyes a little to see her looking out of the window at the night sky and her hands together nervously. It was strange how Sam would really care enough to come and sit with me while she thought I was asleep at such a late hour.
"Carly asked me to stay round hers tonight but I told her I had something to do before I went over...which is why I'm here. Everyone at school knows what you did and Carly keeps feeling guiltier and guiltier every time someone brings it up and that's pretty much everything anyone's talking about right now."
You could easily take a few of them out and get them to stop, I thought.
"I did end up kicking a few people's butts and told them to stop talking about it. They spread the word so now fewer people are talking out it." It was strange how me and Sam were on the same wave length.
"You know, Benson, this chair is actually pretty comfy," she commented.
As I thought about that moment, I shifted in the chair that she had been sitting in those couple of years ago and noticed how comfy the chair actually was.
"I may have to come over more often just so I can sit on it...even though I could just get my own one. Mer, I'll make you get me one." She never did ask me to get a new chair but she did see to come over a lot more since that moment and she thought I never knew the reason why.
"Anyway Benson, I better go. Carly will be wondering where I am and I think your mom will break down your door in a few minutes if I'm not out," she said. I could hear her standing up. "I guess the real reason I came here was to tell you it isn't Carly's fault and that I'm sorry you're like this," her voice then changed to more of a jokey tone, "and you better get better soon so I can actually kick your butt again."
I could hear her walking to the door and opening it. Before she left she said, "See ya, Freddie" and left. When she left I remembered falling into a dreamless slumber with a smile plastered on my face.
I came back into reality of staring at the same date on my calendar, sitting in the chair and thinking and decided that I better go to sleep. I got up from the chair and got into bed.
Sam to that day didn't know that I heard every word of what she said and I didn't intend for her to know. It was my secret that I was going to keep of her actually saying sorry to me even though she had done nothing wrong.
Just like I had those two years ago, I slept with a smile on my face and had a dreamless sleep.
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