direct
Sam Puckett could definitely be described as someone who was very, very direct.
Sam's feelings were rarely hidden, with her friends wondering if she actually possessed the ability to hide them. If she was annoyed, she let the whole room know, and suddenly it wasn't just her problem. It was everyone else's too. She was happy? No one was allowed to express any negative emotion as long as they were in her vicinity.
If she was annoyed with someone, she made sure to let them know. It was an admirable trait to an extent, in the sense that she never let anyone walk over her or take advantage of her in any form, however her expression of annoyance or anger was often very... violent. Still, her closest friends could see past it. They grew to see it as just the way she was. Physically violent, and direct.
He always thought that she would've been more direct when it came to...
Well, Freddie was almost certain that if he replayed the previous night in his mind even once more, it would become ingrained behind his eyeballs, and he'd see an freeze frame each time he blinked, and every night when he'd attempt to sleep he'd see the whole film again, until there was absolutely nothing he could've missed.
Still, he was fully certain that he'd replay those moments in his mind every single night in the foreseeable future, so why not try to again make sense of it?
Last night, he'd been at school, being sidetracked by Carly in her incessant quest to pair up the obvious soulmates, Sam and Brad. He couldn't see it, if he was being honest, but apparently he couldn't see much because he was taken entirely by surprise when Sam kissed him less than a few hours later.
He couldn't make sense of why. He'd had some vague suspicions that she liked someone, and an even more vague hope that it maybe could've been him. Maybe he wasn't fully aware that he liked her, but in the aftermath of the kiss, it was clear. Well, the fact that he had feelings for one of his best friends was clear as day, but aside from that Freddie was lost.
He had always seen Sam as someone who said what she felt when she felt it, and that was probably the biggest conundrum in the situation. He would've expected her to come marching straight to his fire escape (where she spent a surprising amount of time) right when she realised she liked him, told him in a brief moment of vulnerability and swiftly demand that he tell no one or she would rip his ears off and feed them to her cat.
Sam Puckett had never been the most predictable though. Maybe that's why he liked her.
She wasn't direct right up until the last moment, when she went for it. It didn't seem like a planned move, but the courage needed for something like that, especially from Sam was a lot. She knew how to express feelings like anger and joy, but was never direct with the arguably more difficult, vulnerable ones.
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A/N: never ever have known and probably will never know how to end things i've written
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