6 months ago.

"I got It! Jesus Christ," I yelled at my mom who stumbled in drunk, again. She wanted me to stay out of her drugs, even though I stopped taking them after him, Freddie. The day he kissed me on the balcony was the day I stopped taking them. My thought of him changed after one kiss. I was interrupted from my thoughts by my phone going off playing Carly's ringtone. Just yesterday she had left with her dad to go to Italy.

"Hey Carls, how's Italy?" I asked.

"I just got here," she laughed nervously. "Sam, before you left, I, did something terrible," My first thought was drugs or sex not what was about to pop out of her mouth.

"I kissed Freddie," My mouth gaped open. Carly knew that I loved Freddie. She knew.

"Sam?"

"You bitch," I seethed.

"Sam, let me explain," She sobbed.

"I love him! You knew that!" I felt tears falling.

"I know! I know! He just, and I was leaving and-"She sobbed.

"Listen here Carly Shay. If you ever call me or text me or hell if you ever come out to Seattle to see me, I swear to God, I will kill you," I heard one last sob before I hung up. Tears came to my eyes and I ran to my room. I fell to bed and curled into a ball sobbing.

What the Fuck? Samantha Puckett doesn't fucking cry. I thought and I started towards my chest of drawers emptying the contents into my suitcase. Then I sat down at my desk with a pencil and paper.

Freddie's POV:

"Did you apply your ointment, Freddie?" My mom called.

"THAT RASH WENT AWAY 2 YEARS AGO," I rolled my eyes and went to open the door but noticed a letter in-between the door and the wall. I pulled it out and noticed my name in Sam's handwriting. Fuck Sam. My thoughts went to last night, kissing Carly. My eyes wide open. Like when Sam kissed me at the school. When I kissed Carly all I could think of was Sam.

I opened the letter.

Freddie,

Carly told me. It's okay. I don't hate you any less. But I need to get away. I need to leave Seattle. I know it won't be easy for either of us but it's for the best. Wow how cliché. Anyway remember when Carly said to Spencer and that chick that they were trying to forcing something that wasn't meant to be? Part of me thinks she was talking about us. Like she knew that we were coming the stairs.

By the time you read this I won't be in Seattle. Only God knows where I'll be next but I won't be back, not for a while anyway. I just want something for you to remember me with and this was my first thought. I'm going to miss you. All of you. I'm going to miss the way your hands meet my hips when we kiss, the way we argue but make up almost instantly. I'm going to miss the feeling off fireworks in my body when we touch. I'm going to miss your techy talk, that smirk you make when you know your right and your dark brown hair. I'm going to miss your chocolate eyes and the way they make me melt. Most of all I'm going to miss the way my heart leaps when I hear your name or the way I can tell you're in the room by your cologne. I don't want to lose Freddie but I don't have a choice. We both need a break. From the screaming and the fighting. Just for a little bit Freddie. I'll be back eventually. One day when I can't take it anymore, when my heart is at its breaking point, I will find you. But I need a break from Seattle. Please don't forget about this letter or me and find a beautiful techy girl who will be better for you, because Freddie,

I love you, forever and always.

Sam.