A/N I was so overwhelmed by your awesome reviews, that I got straight to work on this chapter! Still Freddie's PoV
She's staring at me right now. I have the feeling most people get right before they're brutally murdered.
I wish it would be that painless.
By now everyone was crowded around the fat dude…no one noticed Sam and me, still standing around the table.
"You what?" she asked, with her eyes practically spelling out her feeling.
I really should run.
"I….love you," I said feebly. She walked over to me, ignoring the madhouse surrounding us. Lily and Carly were gone, only us.
She walked up to me and placed her hand on my cheek. I held it there.
"Are you sure?" she asked me. I decided to opt for the truth. Hey, I wanted to live.
"No," I said, cause I wasn't. I was confused.
She removed her hand and walked away in the most un-Samish way ever. She suddenly turned and slapped me clear cross the face.
"You're an ass," she said as I held my cheek. I stared at her wordlessly. She ran out of the diner in a huff, visibly angered. I prayed Gibby wouldn't be in her way.
Carly walked over to me, and said after quickly looking around, "Where'd Sam go?"
The space where she had been felt cold and empty. Sam was the reason my world spun around. The realization was, again, like Sam throwing 5 ton bricks at my head.
"I dunno," I said, waiting for Carly to ask why I looked like I was about to sprint.
"What are you gonna do……?" Carly finally asks. I grinned a lunatic's grin, and waved at her.
"I'm gonna go after the girl I love!" I shouted. I heard the place cheer, and nobody was around the fat dude anymore, they were around me in that cheesy way bad romantic comedies do.
"What does that have to do with Sam?" Carly asked, scrunching up her tiny nose. I laughed.
"Sam is the girl I love!" I exclaimed, loving the way the words rolled over my tongue. Carly gasped, and another loud round of cheers filled the diner, as I ran to catch up with Sam.
"Sam! Sam?" I shouted. I looked over in the direction of where she'd run, and was greeted by emptiness.
"Aw, man!" I shouted. The streets were cold and foreboding on the left of me, and warm sunny and bright on my right.
I ran to the left.
"Sam?! SAM!" I yelled, praying to God that she wasn't going to murder me.
The ground was wet and slippery from an unnoticed rain. The sky was still gray, and Sam was till no where in sight. The only comfort during this whole mess was knowing that Gibby was one of the people in the diner, and wasn't in Sam's way.
The thing about Sam is she doesn't get mad. She gets even. And I really got her pissed. This could be really, really bad. It doesn't do well for the pride when you're murdered by the girl of your dreams.
"Freddie, dude, what are you doing? Are you running from Sam?" I suddenly heard. I turned around and saw Jake and Jonah, looking ready to go in the defensive pose.
"No, I'm looking for her!" I said, waiting for their reactions.
Jake placed a hand on my forehead. "Are you sick?" he asked.
"Forget sick! Are you stupid?" Jonah asked.
"I don't know. I just know I'm in love. And that could result in my death." I answered, pushing Jake back a little bit.
"In love with who?" Jake asked.
"Sam. Sam, I'm in love with!" I said, not even listening to myself.
"Then why are still here?" Jonah asked.
I just slapped my forehead, and started sprinting. "It's your funeral!" I heard Jake call.
He's right, he's right! It's my funeral. But I kept running, nothing was gonna stop me.
As I ran, I heard a radio blast form a passing car.
I love you!
I hate you!
I can't get around you!
I instantly registered the song as Always, by Saliva. I never really got it. I mean how can you love someone, then hate them. And it isn't impossible to get over a crush—okay, yeah it is, but that still doesn't make sense.
Now it does. Like hell it does.
"Fredward!" I hear someone call. It's one of two people. Since I'm uninjured and safe currently, I'm guessing it's:
"Hey, mom!" I said, painfully. I waved at her feebly. She raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" she asked. She peered at me from out of her car.
"Going after Sam…." I said waiting for the shouts.
"Why?" she asked simply, with no panic attacks or anything!
"I love her, mom." I simply said. Hey, it's now or never.
"Finally!" she exclaimed. "Spencer owes me $10!" she added.
"You….were……placing…..bets?" I asked slowly.
She nodded a little.
I knew I had stopped going after Sam for to long. I waved, and ran, knowing I was close.
"Freddie, are you wearing clean underpants?!" I heard call. I ignored her.
I finally got to the park where Sam and I used to play when we were little. She was sitting on a swing, listening to her pearpod.
"Sam?" I asked, settling down next to her.
"Freddie?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"Push me!"
I laughed and began to push her, and she started laughing too. We spread the sound through the air.
"I lied, y'know," I said after a while. She turned to me. We were currently lying next to each other, on the soft sweet smelling grass. It was a sharp scent, slightly warning, just like Sam.
Her ocean-blue eyes pierced through my dark ones. I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent.
"'Bout what?" she asked, lazily drawing circles in the grass.
"I do love you." I said, taking the fatal plunge.
"Took ya long enough."
"What?"
"I mean, I know I love you. And it's kinda obvious you were confused. So I was waiting. Please, if I didn't know, I would have done a lot worse back at the diner," she said, flashing me a brilliant grin. I kicked myself for forgetting she wasn't book smart, but she sure was street-smart.
"So…..you're my girlfriend?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Yep, I am. Now you have to get me ham all the time and never complain. So there," she laughed. The fiery sun's pale rays hit her face making her look like an angel.
So I did the only natural thing.
I kissed her.
"Wow. Looks like you can kiss," Sam muttered. Her soft hand intertwined in mine, and her blue eyes rested on my brown.
"Hah. What happened to not for $9 million?" I asked.
She laughed. The sweet music of the air played.
So we did the only natural thing.
We kissed.
A kiss full of promise, meaning, love, and preparation for the heated arguments that will never go away.
Or……it was a kiss. Just a kiss.
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