A/N: I suck at updating stuff, k? So get over it. I'll update my other stories when I get the time. I'm sorry that I'm busy and kinda have a life and stuff. But this summer should guarantee more regular updates. Hopefully. Until then, enjoy these. I got bored today and started this (another problem with my updates is writer's block), kind of an attempt at battling off writer's block. Anyway, I like them alright, and I tried to keep plenty of variety in there. Let me know what you think!
Volume 2
Blow – Atreyu
Sam-centric
Sam clenched her fists tightly, her teeth grinding inside her mouth. She had narrowed eyes and the other 2 kids could've swore they could see the steam coming out of her ears.
"Sam? Sam," Carly tried to talk to her, but she just continued to pace, anger overtaking her.
"Who are they to get off… They don't even know… Why would they say… I just wanna deck 'em so hard…"
"Sam, calm down," Freddie insisted, daring to approach her.
She quickly shoved him away and he stumbled back, startled by her sudden movements.
"Get away from me, Freddork!" she yelled at him.
He put up his hands defensively. "Sorry! I just don't see why you're getting so – "
Within a split second, Sam had leapt at Freddie and now had his shirt collar tightly wrapped around her fingers. She shoved him against the wall – hard – and got in his face. He could smell the juice on her breath from earlier.
"You don't understand. I work so hard on this every single day with you guys… We work our butts off to make this show the best of its kind. We won an award! We went through absolute hell just to get to those awards in Japan. JAPAN! And now these stupid critics are trying to take that away from us? Nevel Papperman and his goonies? Are you serious!?" she spat angrily, her nose inches from his and her breath hot and furious. "It's bull. It's all jank and it's all a huge pile of… crap… against us!"
She let him go, shoving him harder into the wall to rid herself of him. She turned around and walked away, snatching up a water bottle sitting on the tech cart on her way to the elevator. She pressed the button and turned around as she waited for it to arrive.
"You can tell those critics to blow their words out the back of their fucking heads," she added in disgust, taking a swig of the water.
And with that, she was gone.
The Rock Show – Blink 182
Freddie/Sam
Freddie grinned as his eyes followed a rambunctious Sam, her arms flailing around wildly and her head banging to the music. She was sweaty and grinning and glowing and… beautiful.
He fell in love.
Even though they were opposites, there was something about her that he couldn't resist. She'd invited him to go to this concert with her and her friends since Carly was busy, and he agreed. He was pretty positive her friends hated him for being such a nerd, but he didn't care when he saw her moshing around wildly to the rock music, taking in every drumbeat and every guitar riff. It was like all their problems dissipated with the sound of the music.
It was true, she was failing high school, and she was getting into a lot more trouble lately, especially considering she was hanging out with her detention buddies way more than usual. But that didn't even matter to Freddie. The only reason he was nervous right now was because he was surrounded by a bunch of sweaty, angry teenagers who were energized by music and screaming.
And he didn't know who this girl was that Sam had suddenly turned into… This crazy, obsessed fan who was dancing to everything and dripping with sweat, but completely happy and in her place. All he knew was that he'd never forget tonight… and he'd fallen in love with this girl at the rock show.
The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes – Fall Out Boy
Sam/(Spencer or Freddie)
I hadn't seen her in days. I hadn't heard from her. Not even a text or anything. And now she was showing up, looking like a mess, wanting to "apologize"? She couldn't even say "I'm sorry" with a straight face.
"Where have you been?" I questioned her angrily.
She sighed and pushed me aside, walking past me and into the kitchen. "Out."
I stared at her incredulously, slamming the door shut and following her into the kitchen. "And?"
She turned back, a bottle of juice in her hand now. "What?"
I threw my hands up in frustration. "What's your excuse? You haven't talked to me in days, Sam. What the hell am I supposed to think?!"
She just rolled her eyes. "I don't need this, dude."
I followed her as she stormed for the door, readying to leave once more, I guessed. "Where're you going?"
She stopped and turned around, grabbing the doorknob furiously and scoffing at me condescendingly. "Boys like you try too hard."
The next time she came back, I didn't even answer the door.
The Guillotine – Escape The Fate
Carly/Sam
"Promise me you won't leave my side…"
I watched her as she crouched down near the ground, baggie in hand. She was perspiring from anxiety and breathing heavily. I glanced around, wondering if anyone saw. Surely someone would find the blood trail and follow it back.
"Please don't leave my side," she whimpered up at me.
I didn't reply. I only nodded, my eyes full of tears. I hated seeing her like this, but there was nothing I could do. What could I do? She was far too lost for me to even save her by now. All I could do was keep her safe.
I watched as she slouched against the brick wall, the gritty red scraping against her skin and drawing a little blood. She was already so dirty and bloody and the cops would be here any moment and –
"Promise me you won't leave my side."
I watched her eyes die once more as the needle entered her vein and I wondered to myself… What had I let Sam become? What had I done?
I'd left. I wasn't even here anymore. I was just a ghost. Yet she still talked to me and still pretended I was right by her side.
And I was. I was always by her side, since the day I died. And I wasn't leaving. I made a promise, and I wasn't leaving her side.
Animal I Have Become – Three Days Grace
Carly/Sam
I hardly knew what was going on. All I knew was that Carly was always by my side – no matter where I went, no matter what I was doing, no matter who I was with. Without her, I spiraled. She wasn't there to protect me or hold me back. I got put in jail. I got high. I got beaten up. I got cut. I got lost.
I became an animal.
There was no way to escape myself. All I ever did was lie and cheat and steal, and I just kept doing it over and over again. There was so much rage inside and I didn't know why. Life was like an entire nightmare. Everyone saw me for who I really was, and Spencer and Freddie tried to help me… but I refused. It wasn't me. I wanted to scream it to them, "This is not the real me!"
They knew it better than anyone.
My only escape was that fucking needle. Even bleeding and sweating and dirty and tired, I crouched down in that alley and kept praying to my god of a needle. It entered my vein and took the pain away. But as soon as it went away, I felt everything… every little bit of pain and every bad memory.
I kept talking to the air like Carly was there. And sometimes I could convince myself she was. Like she was really by my side, to help me change who I'd become.
But it was too late. I was already on the ground.
Tiffany Blews – Fall Out Boy
Carly/Freddie
"Oh, baby, you're a classic, like a little black dress; but you'll be faded soon…"
I tried to keep her here. I tried to make her stay with me. But I just couldn't. She was something else. Carly Shay was the epitome of classic girl. She was everything I wanted, and ever since I'd met her, I'd wanted to make her mine.
But she was impossible.
I changed and changed, and I got so angry. The day she was leaving, she wouldn't even give me a chance.
"Please, Carls… just let me come with you. Please!" I begged her, tears in my eyes.
She shook her head, tears in her eyes as well. She wiped them away, car keys in her other hand. The wind blew through her black hair and I admired her once more, wishing there was some way I could make her mine. So many years, and so many "so-close" moments.
She'd fallen in love with me. I could tell when I looked at her, and the way she looked at me like I was the reason she'd been stuck in Seattle for so long.
She touched my chin with her fingertip intimately, giving me a weak smile, her eyes full of tears again. "I'm sorry, Freddie. I can't. I've been in Seattle too long; I have to get out."
She turned around, walking to the driver's door of her car.
"I love you," I choked out, my heart racing in my chest.
She stopped, but didn't turn around, only muttering a quiet, "You've held me down in this starless city."
And then she was gone.
Perfect – Flyleaf
Carly/Sam
"Sam? Sam, open the door," Carly demanded, her voice laced with concern.
"No. Just go away, Carly. I'll talk to you tomorrow," Sam replied through the closed door, her voice raised.
It got quiet, and just when Sam thought Carly had given up, her door popped open, revealing a crouching Carly. The brunette stood up, a pleased smile on her face, and entered the room, closing the door behind her.
"Wha – "
"After you see someone do it so many times, you eventually learn how to yourself," Carly explained before she could finish, referring to how she'd just picked the lock on Sam's bedroom door.
Sam sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest. "Carls, just go home. I said I don't wanna talk about it."
"No, you're going to talk to me about it," Carly stated firmly. "I wanna know what's up, Sam!"
The blonde didn't reply. She remained silent, staring down at her messy bedroom floor absent-mindedly.
Finally, she whispered, 'You don't understand."
Carly's eyebrows raised, and she approached her best friend carefully, taking a seat next to her on the edge of the unmade bed. "Maybe I do. Try me."
Sam shook her head defiantly. "You won't understand, so just… stop."
"When have I not understood, Sam?" Carly snapped, getting angry now. "Honestly. We're like the same person in different bodies. You've known that for years. We've always joked about it… Why're you being like this now?"
Sam groaned. "Okay, fine… It's just bothering me, with all this stuff that's been happening lately… I-I feel like some shitty replica of you. You're perfect, Carls. And I'm just a delinquent who's gong nowhere in life. All you've ever done is kept me out of jail. Once you go to college… I'm done for. I'll probably be locked up within a month."
"Sam," Carly whispered. "That's not true… You're amazing. You're everything I wish I could be. You can do whatever you want, why don't you just take the chance? I wanted you to apply to that school for a reason… I don't wanna leave you behind. You're my best friend, Sam. I love you."
Sam shook her head, silent for a few moments. "How can you even stand to look at me? I can't stand to look at myself. All I see is failure and-and missed opportunities. I haven't done anything for you in our entire friendship except get you in trouble and lie."
Carly sighed, feeling defeated. How could she possibly explain to Sam how much she meant to her?
Without even thinking about it, she reached up and took Sam's cheek in her hand, caressing it with her thumb gently. She pulled the blonde's face towards her own, leaning in at the same time, and their lips met halfway in a soft, reassuring kiss.
When they pulled away, Carly looked her straight in the eye and whispered, "You're perfect, Sam."
Toxic – A Static Lullaby (originally by Britney Spears)
Spencer/Sam
She knew it was risky.
He knew she was dangerous.
They both knew the other was off-limits. Yet they couldn't stay away. There was something about each other that dragged them in. They loved the thrill of sneaking off together and the rush they got from the risk of being caught. Carly could walk in at any minute, or Freddie, or anyone, and the jig would be up. But it didn't seem to matter.
They were addicted to each other.
It was a poisonous relationship to begin with. They knew no one would accept them if they ever tried anything legit.
"That'd be like if you… dated my brother or something!"
"Yeah, that's about as likely as you and Spencer getting married."
"Please. Spencer has a better chance with the Queen of England."
So they kept it quiet and kept it secret and because it was such a risk and it was so… toxic… they got a high from it. It was a natural, lust-fueled high. They didn't look back and they didn't look forward. They were caught up in sweat and body movements and the curves of bodies and… and the way that blonde hair looked in the moonlight, and the way his sweaty skin shimmered when the streetlights bounced off it just right and…
Wait. It was nothing but a fling, right? It was dangerous and a drug and everything neither of them could have.
So why was it suddenly poisoning them like never before? Why couldn't they stay away from each other? Why didn't they date anyone else or try something else or…
It was a toxic relationship, and this was bound to happen eventually.
You Eclipsed By Me – Atreyu
Sam-centric
Sam hated him. He was a piece of shit. He was worthless and lying and cheating and he treated her mother like shit and she didn't like him one bit.
Carly had always told her that she didn't really mean it when she said she "hated" someone. She always told her hate was a terrible emotion and it was stronger than Sam really knew.
Well, Sam knew now what hate was, and it had turned into a positive emotion when it finally forced her to better herself.
The day he raised his hand to her, she snapped. As soon as his hand made contact with the skin of her cheek and that loud slap echoed off the bare, wooden walls, she knew what she had to do. This guy was worthless and she was sick of putting up with him. Her mother was a pushover, but Sam? Sam was nothing like her mother in that sense, and she was willing to prove it.
The guy didn't even know what was going on. He had no idea a teenaged girl could be so… strong – that is, until he found himself flipped over and thrown against the TV. It crashed down, breaking and sending echoes around the room.
"Get the fuck out of my house."
He looked up at her dumbly, still in shock. But she wasn't kidding around, and she wasn't taking no for an answer.
"NOW. Before I go in the kitchen and use that fucking knife on your throat, you piece of shit!"
He didn't even have time to gather any of his stuff, though he did find out later that it was all burned in the front yard that same day.
When I Come Around – Green Day
Sam/Freddie
He heard her scream clear from his bedroom.
By the time he got up to the roof, she was sitting calmly on the edge, gazing down at the city below. There was a packed bag beside her and she had the earbuds of her PearPod in her ears. She looked thoughtful, and her blonde hair was ruffled in the light breeze.
"Sam?"
Her head snapped to attention, spotting him, and she took the earbuds out of her ears. "What up, Freddork?"
"What're you doing up here? Did you scream?" he asked, approaching her and resting his arms on the ledge where she sat.
She shrugged. "Yeah. I was just blowin' off some steam."
He eyed the bag next to her, asking quietly, "What's that?"
She was silent for a moment, staring at the bag as if she hadn't known it was there. "I uh… I'm leaving."
His breath caught in his throat. "What?"
She nodded, looking back down at the city street below.
"Wh-why?" he questioned frantically.
She sighed, fingering the earbuds in her hands. "Don't worry about it. Carly and Spencer already know. I just need to… get away for a while. I'm gonna go stay in Los Angeles for a little while. I've got a lotta stuff going on, dude – "
"So you're just gonna run away from your problems?" Freddie accused.
"It's not running away," she quickly corrected him. "I just need to get away. You don't even understand anyway. You guys'll be fine for the short time I'm gone. It's just… I gotta get outta Seattle for a little while… Okay?"
He nodded reluctantly, trying to understand. "But… when're you coming back? Where're you gonna go?"
She looked at him, her face glowing in the city lights that surrounded her and the moonlight above. "Don't worry about it… I'll be back to torment you in due time."
He rolled his eyes, sighing. He leaned on the ledge, gazing down at the street below. "But… when?"
She nudged him playfully, smirking, her eyes insisting him not to fret. "When I come around… You know where I'll be."
now press repeat.