iKiss with a twist:

MIRRORS OF THE SOUL

Ola signores and signoritas! Since the last chapter ended with a cliff-hanger, I thought, let's hurry up and finish this chapter quickly, cause otherwise I will have pretty mad fans xD Since this fanfic even hàs fans… *feeling insanely proud* … :P

And, well, I first thought that this would be the last chapter for this fanfic, but then I suddenly got this "wanna-write-more-wave' coming over me, so I couldn't resist. ^^ So, hopefully, an update every week (probably during the weekends, since school is already catching up with me and my parents are just... Well, they always say that school is more important than fanfiction... D':
If they would write, then they would know that FF is a heck of a lot more fun x interesting than school...)

Ahwell, I had hopelessly much fun writing this story, especially as I support the pairing Seddie even if Creddie wóuld come to win (what will never happen anyways, but there are still some mad Creddie-fans out there who hear and see EVERYTHING, so we have to be careful! *paranoid* )

Njoy!

Freddie could never finish that sentence decently.

'Cause, just at that point, Sam crushed her lips on his.

Freddie noticed that he had to blink a time or 2, than that he felt the famous shiver and than the even more famous butterflies, and without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her petite waist. Sam 's smell was luring him in, invited him to answer the kiss, invited him to …
do more than let's say jùst a kiss.
And he almostly gave in at that point. Unfortunately for him, his brains started to regain some consciousness. So he pushed Sam gently away and looked at her with big, confused eyes. Sam avoided eye contact with Freddie, while she was breathing heavily.

What have I done? The young blonde thought to herself while she suddenly realised in which position she was. Immediately Sam tried to get up, but her leg was stuck between Freddie 's chair and the fire-escape.

Crap.

"Sam?" Freddie said softly . He tried to make eye contact , tried to reach her, but she stubbornly refused to meet his warm hazel eyes. She tried to find a way of getting away from Freddie, something which was a bit harder than expected. While trying to free her leg, Sam's thoughts started to run berserk.
The Puppy had tried to make contact with her so that this bizarre situation might be explained, as he had no clue what was going on, but neither did she.
At first she had hoped to get away safely, just ignoring Freddie and her fucked up feelings which had come along with the dizzy-making, overly energetic, practically electrifying kiss from a few minutes ago. But when Freddie said the "I-Hate-You-phrase", Sam just couldn't hold herself back.

If he hated her, than she could at least have one last amazing kiss.
If he hated her, than the image that he had of her couldn't get anymore worse.
So Sam gave up, she just didn't cared any longer.
She just wanted him, his lips, his everything at that point, and hadn't thought about the outcome of the situation, hadn't thought about the consequences.
Which, if you'd look at their current situation, hadn't been her brightest idea.

"Sam, could you please look at me?" Freddie asked. Sam froze, right in the middle of her escaping-attempt, while she tried to keep her balance by holding on to the edge of the fire-escape.
"Whàt?" she asked with a harsh tune. She tried to act cool, tried to sweat it off, but it really, really, really wasn't working. Even a blind person could see that she was uncomfortable.
"What.. happened just now?" Freddie asked her. Sam knew that he was staring at her, but she still refused to meet his eyes.

First, escape from this … "seat" ...
Second, run.
Third, don't talk to Freddie Benson for about 2 or 3 weeks.
Fourth, move to Mexico and stay there until.. until Freddie 's old and grey, and doesn't remember this at all.
Yup, sounds like the perfect plan.

"Sam." Freddie said again. But this time he gently put both his hands on her face and forced her to face him. He wanted to know what was going on. And he wanted to know right nów. 'Cause he knew that if he would let this moment pass by, Sam would act as if this had never happened, and she would probably avoid him for the rest of his life.

"I… I don't really know myself…" Sam softly answered.
"What do you mean?" Freddie asked curiously.
"First Ijust thought… messing around… but then I felt … and… you… the kiss, and a shiver… but then you said… so I …" Freddie frowned, he couldn't really understand what Sam was saying, but he didn't interrupt her in her failure attempt at explaining this whole situation.
"But, then you … and now we're here, like this, so I… I… like.. but, not… friends-way"
Freddie couldn't help but to feel sorry for Sam. He watched how the blonde bit her lip and then how she used her hands to put her long, golden hair behind her ear, but he himself didn't knew what to do.
It was more than obvious that she was confused and maybe, at some point : scared, but Freddie just didn't knew how to comfort her.
So he just looked at her, and in his mind, he tried to find the right words to say to her. But after thinking for a while, he couldn't come up with anything else than :
"It's okay."
"It's not okay!" she responded fiercely, while suddenly making eye contact with him. Her blue eyes seemed to pierce right throughout Freddie 's heart.
Sam's eyes, which had always been a mix of the blue on a bright, Sunday summer day and the gray of rainy clouds on a November Monday morning, seemed to tell the 16-year old boy a story.

First I just thought, somewhere, deep in my heart, it's just Freddie, it'll just be messing around. But then, while talking to you at a non-violent-way, then I felt something. My heart started beating faster and I noticed that I became, somewhat… nervous. And when you suggested the kiss, I agreed, but I started to think too much.
The kiss itself was… overwhelming Freddie. It was way too good. I tried to ignore it at the beginning, but in the end, I just couldn't help myself anymore. So when it ended, so brutally, I really had to suppress a shiver. I mean, me! I never shiver! For nothing, and no one!
But, you said "I hate you", and I just didn't care any longer. I had been holding myself back, but then, something just snapped. So I just kissed you back, in this position, without over thinking it clearly. And, now we're here, like this, with you and me being confused… so I just wanted to get away from here, as soon as possible.
I'm so confused Freddie. For a second I thought that I might actually… like you… like, like, like you. But not in a just-friends-way.

Freddie looked at Sam, with big eyes and tried to cope with what had happened just now. He was pretty sure that all of this was what Sam wanted to tell him, but what she had been afraid to do. Even though she hadn't said a word, he now knew the entire story.
So, it's true.
Eyes really are mirrors of the soul. Freddie thought.

"It's not okay…" Sam whispered, "I'm not Carly. I'm not the kind of person who succeeds at everything they do. I'm not perfect, and never will be. I always follow my gut, always listen to my heart instead of my brain, and never, ever, think about the consequences… I mean, I play Gitarhero in the hallways, I beat you up like a trillion times a week, skip classes, steal things like food from other people, am greedy, noisy, cruel and probably insane. Don't forget I insult those around me without ever thinking about how they feel… "
"Sam…" Freddie said, while gently pulling her closer.
"How the hell do you do it? You.. you put up with me. Practically each and every day. I'm such a mean bitch, and yet you still -…"
"Shht," Freddie said, while now pressing Sam's slim body completely against him. Her weight felt natural on top of him, and it seemed as if her posture was just perfect enough to fit against his shoulder. Her long hair fell to the front, covering her face but Freddie could still hear it.

Sam's crying.

He hated it.

From the very first second he heard it.

He hated it.

The sound of nails on a blackboard, the sound of somebody breaking his legs, the sound of a crashing car, it all was nothing compared to this. It truly was unbearable to hear how the strong and always confident Sam was breaking down, right here in front of him. He lowered his head so that he could let it rest on hers, and then he felt how Sam grabbed onto his shirt with her small hands.

"I tried to change. I did… I… I really did… remember my birthday?... tried to be more like Carls… but… but.." Then she pressed herself even closer to Freddie, while clinging onto his shirt with everything she had. Freddie could feel how his shirt became wet, all of Sam 's tears, and he felt this incredibly urge to say something that would end it all, something that would stop the crying, something that would bring back a smile on the blonde's face.

But of course he couldn't think of anything. Every line or word that popped up in his head sounded cheesy, overreacted, incredibly stupid and the worst of all was that they would all make Sam feel even worse.
Goddamnit. Freddie thought.
He really didn't knew what to do.
He really, really didn't knew what to do.
So he did nothing.

It might sound stupid, but he just held Sam, he just let her cry while she remained sitting on top of him, and when her crying finally seemed to stop, he slowly lifted her head from his shoulder, and wiped the tears that still were on her face gently from her cheeks.
"You know you don't have to be like Carly, right?" Freddie said, finally finding the perfect words to say to Sam.

He saw how the blonde looked at him, with big, confused eyes, then how she swallowed, and then how she looked away, muttering something that he couldn't understand.
"What did you just say?" Freddie asked playfully.
He had seen how the blonde now carried a shy smile on her face, and seemed to blushing. It was obvious that Sam wasn't that good with receiving compliments, and he was happy that she didn't seemed to be so down anymore.

Suddenly Freddie compared Sam to a really, huge and intense snowstorm; it sometimes seemed to blow you literally away, when the snow hit you in the face, it could hurt like hell, and when the snow fell it would effect everyone. People would have to clean the roads, would have to search shelter or would just watch it in silent admiration.
But there also was the moment that the storm seemed to calm down, and then the sun would slowly make its appearance, and then, you could see the true beauty of it. Children would smile if they saw it, and grown up people would have the vague memory of their care-free childhood. Then, everyone would just, even if it would be for just 1 tiny second, hold still and enjoy the view.

Yup, Sam was totally like a snowstorm.

"Thanks…" Sam suddenly said silently.
"You know it's no problem at all. I'm happy I could help." Freddie said while smiling brightly at her.
"Well, uhm… is it okay if you then…?"
"If I then?"
"If you could then let go of me?"

the followin' day

"Ugh… Have you ever hated a person so much that you just wanted to kick him in the nuts, then grab him by his neck, strangle him, yank all of the hairs out of his head and than throw him by a bunch of starving lions?" Sam asked while making very clarifying movements along with her very 'unique' question.
She was standing in the dooropening of the Shay apartment, talking to her best friend, Carly.

It was around 6 p.m., and Sam and her mum had just gotten in a huge fight. While carefully touching one of the new scars Sam had on her arm, she thought about how this whole situation had started. Their fight had taken off when she had found out that her mum had started dating some random guy who had claimed all of Sam's and Melanie's baby-photo's, their cell phones and, worst of all, their fridge and bathroom. Of course, our aggressive blonde couldn't let that happen, so she immediately raced over to her bathroom and had tried to kick the guy out.
Something which had been a bit harder than Sam had expected at first.
She had just assumed that the guy was a lawyer, or a priest, or any other person of that kind, but when appeared that the man was in fact a wrestler, Sam had found herself in quite a situation.

This whole thing ended with Sam being kicked out of her own home (but by tomorrow her mum would have already forgotten about all of her mean insults towards Sam, which were all about Sam's ugly and "good-for-nothing-face", her awful attitude, and about how she was such a bad daughter and how she should be more like her friend Carly…) and now having a whole lot of extra bruises and scars on her arms, neck and back.

Without over thinking it, she had come to Carly 's place and had rang the bell in quite and aggressive way. All of her anger had been forced upon the bell, and now, she was talking to her best friend.

"Uhm, … no?" Carly said smilingly, while letting Sam enter, and then turning around, walking over to her kitchen and grabbing an apple out of a huge, purplish bowl. The brunette was stàrving, as she had just returned from her art lessons at the Seattle Community Centre (after Spencer and her art teacher made up, she was more than welcome), and right now she was pretty much covered with paint. Ever since her older brother had shown her class how a "real artist" should be, everybody had demanded that from then on, all of their classes should be like that. Carly still enjoyed those lessons, even though they were now a lot more tiring and, well, you became pretty dirty and brown-yellow-blue-red-orange-ish of it.
Well, to put everything simple, Carly just wanted nothing more than to go and grab a long, hot shower.

Today was a pretty tiring day… I had to clean up all of Spencer 's mess after the fire from last night, and I also had to do a bunch of homework. Why do teachers expect you to do a report on their subjects ( "each report is required to be over 20 pages long") when they know that all of their colleagues are asking the same damn thing?! ...
Don't forget that Spence and I also had to go and buy a new television, and well, shopping with my big brother is quite a job. He can be such a little kid at times…

"You did?" Carly reacted a bit late, while putting one of her hair bangs behind her ear.

"Well, yeah!" Sam responded fiercely while letting herself fall down on the couch of the Shays. Carly sighted for a second, then she started naming a whole bunch of people who Sam might hate.

"The person who ever thought of "Zebo The Dinosaur", miss Brigs and her parents (since they gave birth to her in the first place), the person who made quality beef expensive, the person who invented school, your ex-boyfriend Jona, Lewbert and his wart … do I have to go on?"
"Nah, not really. Even though, Lewbert's wart can't help it that he's on such an ugly face,now is he?" Sam said while chuckling for a second.
"You can now also add my mum's new boyfriend to that list. Oh, and also that strange hobo close to my place. He tried to attack me a few minutes ago, but he, of course, didn't succeed. But it still annoyed me."
Carly smiled for a second, then she asked Sam:
"Spending the night here?"
"Yup." Sam said simply. "Hey, can you toss me some food?"
"Yeah, sure, here." Carly responded while throwing another apple at Sam. The blonde caught it perfectly, brought it to her mouth and took such a huge bite out of it that almostly half of the piece of fruit was gone. Sam smiled while turning on the television, putting her legs on the little coffee table, and then remarking sarcastically :

"Carls, I don't know whether it's my fault or not, but are you covered in paint?"
The brunette sighted for a second, then told her best friend what had happened that Saturday, how desperately she wanted a shower and how tired she was.
"Well, then, why don't you go and gràb a shower?"

Without saying another word Carly rushed upstairs, leaving Sam all alone on the first floor of her apartment.
Just then, when Sam smiled happily at the empty spot where her best friend had been a few minutes ago, a knock on the front door of the Shays sounded. Sam frowned, then thought about getting up from her comfy seat, then thought about how stupid that sounded, then she just yelled :
"Come in!"
A person entered the Shay apartment, but when Sam tried to see who it was, a horrible pain struck her neck. She immediatly pressed her right hand against it, trying to ease the pain that way (not that it was helping, but hey, she could at least try), when she heard a horribly familiar voice. An ice cold shiver ran down her spine, and while slowly raising her head, she realised that this pretty much had to be the worst day of her life.

Right in front of her stood the boy she had kissed, the boy who had let her cry while sitting on his lap, the boy with who she had had her first "awkward-after-kiss-I-am-now-still-sitting-on-your-lap-moment", the boy who had walked her home last night while talking about zodiac signes, icecream, miss Brigs pointy breasts and parents ; the boy of who she had dreamed during her afternoon-nap. To put it simply, the boy who had messed this blonde seriously up, was now standing right in front of her, and Sam had no idea of what she was supposed to do.

Freddie.

And, well this was pretty much it x3 Nothing much more to say than that ^^
Oh, except this:
Did any of you watch the episode iThinkTheyKissed? 'Cause if you did, then you probably had the same reaction as I did.

This sucked ass.
Hard time.

I mean, Dan made such a big fuss about it, with all the commercials, making all the Creddie and Seddie fans go wild, and then, the episode was just sh*t. Boring and a total waste of time. Only at the end of the episode I became interested. You know, when Carly asked if Sam x Freddie enjoyed the kiss, and just when they glared at each other and wanted to answer -I was at that point glued with my face to the screen- Spencer came running in, being as random as could be about a freaking banjo.
I'm telling yah all, that was really frustrating, especially since they never answered the question. .__.

I think I was despressed about the episode all afternoon.

Yeah.