Alrighty. I'm sorry to tell you but this is the last chapter. I'm not really as sorry though, because the only chapter that's uploaded at the moment I'm writing this is up to ch. 5. Haha. I like to have things ready ahead of time. But as your reading it, of course the chapters that have been uploaded are 9 chapters. So anyways, please please review because this may be your last chance. I want to know what you think, if you liked it. If it sucked. It really helps me, you know. IT DOES!
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Sam
When we got to my house, I grabbed the key from the bush where I hide it, and unlocked the door. Feeling oddly unhappy, I mumbled to Freddie that my mom wasn't home and he could come in if he wanted.
Can you blame me for feeling all weird? Seconds ago, we were all over each other, in love, happiest couple on Earth, and within a second we're like complete strangers. Well, not really but still. What am I supposed to say to him without mentioning the last week? Which, as I've said many times, was the most amazing week of my life, hands down. Like, I don't even know how I'm supposed to handle that. I'm really not good at keeping secrets in the first place.
I did the only thing I could think to do in a dire situation: I opened up my fridge ... only to find it totally and completely empty. Epic fail. "Ughh! Why can't there ever be food in my fridge for once? Now you know why I'm always eating at Carly's."
"Uhh .." Freddie chuckled almost under his breath, like he was trying to pass it off as a cough. "Among other reasons ..."
"What?" I asked, even though the proper Sam response would have been 'What are you mumbling about Fredturd?'
"Oh, come on, Sam. I think we both know you eat at other peoples houses for many other reasons then one." I didn't know how to respond, so I just stared at him. I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling he was going to start to insult me. It was way too early.
I wasn't ready for this.
"My speculation is you eat other peoples food because, a) your mom is terrible at her job which is supposed to be teaching you lady like manners, b) You're mother got tired of constantly buying you food because, which gently lands us into C. You're a tiny, blonde freeloader."
Ouch. That hurt. I tried to conceal my affliction by looking down at my shoes, but I could feel my eyes start to water. Really? What was wrong with me? Did Freddie Benson turn me soft? And ... did he really think I was a ... freeloader?
"Wow. That's odd. I was expecting to feel some sort of physical pain after saying that." I still didn't look him in the eye. I tried to distract myself by looking around the kitchen at things that were always there, but I stared at them like they were the most amazing new addition to the house. Freddie asked me if I was okay, and I inhaled then exhaled, expecting the worst was soon to come.
"So ... that's how you really feel about me? Deep down that's how you ... really feel?" I looked Freddie right in the eyes awaiting his answer, hoping just maybe this week would come flooding into his mind and he would grab me and hug me and tell me he was sorry.
He didn't. He just stared at me like I was weird and asked me why I cared anyway.
"Um ... I don't. I ... don't care. I just ... wanted to, you know ... know." I was stumbling over my words awkwardly, so I started looking around and quickly thought up an excuse to get out of there as fast as I could. "I um, think I'm gonna go to my room now."
I know, I know. That's the best I could come up with? Give me a break, I was really upset by this sudden change of character and it was all I could think of under such pressure. All of a sudden I couldn't hold Freddie's hand, kiss his soft cheek, even wink at him without some sort of huge dilemma unfolding. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.
I mean, we just ... wow.
It hurt.
It really hurt me.
I ran upstairs on the verge of tears which, incidentally, normal Freddie isn't allowed to see me have. Gosh. I can't believe I was so worried about small things like Freddie seeing me cry. It's just stupid, now that I really think about it. Now that there are tears and smeared mascara all over my pillow and I'm blasting up the first CD I find on my dresser which luckily is Justin Nozuka. God was on my side that day.
About 3 Nozuka songs later, there's a knock on my door and Freddie calls my name. Is he still here? I thought for sure he would have left the second he wasn't obligated to stay any longer.
"Go away ..." Another knock. Calling of my name. This time are you okay is added to the ritual. "I'm fine, I just-" And then I sniffle. Gahh! Really? Freddie doesn't need to know what he said effected me enough to make me cry! My nose can suck tennis balls for doing me dirty like that.
"Sam ... please open the door?" I stood up and walked to the door and I know you're thinking I have no willpower and once Freddie uses his sensitive voice I melt and do whatever he says but you're WRONG. He said the magic word, what else would I do? Not open it?
Shut up.
I sniffled, wiped the running mascara from my eyes the best I could and opened the door. I still didn't look Freddie in the eye though, because I knew the second I did I would break down completely.
Just imagine it. Put yourself in my position. You have a friend, he asks you out, you're not too sure about it because you have a strange feeling that something will go wrong. But you take a chance and you date. You fall in love. You can't get enough of each other. And just like that, he's gone. Or worse, he just doesn't love you anymore. And without any trouble. While you're stuck with the love bug and you have to actually take the time to fall out of love with them, which is a lot harder then falling in.
Hearts don't break evenly.
"What is it?" I mumbled, looking at my wall to my left. Freddie sighed, then it was silent.
"Sam, did I like ... hurt your ... feelings?" I could just tell by the way he was saying it he thought it was stupid. I was stupid. Not pretty. Not charming. Not delightful to be around. Stupid. I sniffled again.
"No." Wow. That was convincing. I was so weak. And it's me we're talking about.
"Are you sure? 'Cause you seem pretty ... upset-"
"I'm fine, okay?" I said firmly. "Will you please just ..." sniffle. ARRRGGGHHHH!
"Sam? You're not ... ?" Freddie turned his head to the side and got in front of me so he could see me face to face. "Are you ... crying?" It was right then when I quit. Screw my stupid plan. Screw Freddie's freakish amnesia. I was done pretending. Done hiding. I looked up at Freddie, forgetting about whether or not he saw me crying.
"Freddie ... do the words Ben and Jerry ring a bell at all?" Freddie stared at me like he was uber confused, and I don't blame him. Well. There goes that plan. I was just trying to get to the bottom of this.
T-Bo said if Freddie got his memory back, which based on the rudeness I'm guessing he has, he would remember everything that happened while he had amnesia. It would be like there was never an accident. Then why doesn't Freddie remember what happened between us? I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but I've always thought I was very memorable.
"Sam? Are you sure you're doing okay? Maybe you should like ... rest or something." I nodded and sighed, then agreed even though I didn't really agree. Suddenly I was in a flashback. I remembered when I was in Carly's bed and Freddie and I were talking about how I was afraid he would think he made a mistake.
"The only mistake I've made was not making you mine sooner." Not even three hours ago he said that to me. Three hours. I shrugged and started to walk back into my room towards my bed. I was done. Tired of it all. Tired of life. My life. If I never woke up after going to sleep, I probably wouldn't mind. I have a feeling I'll go to heaven, I mean, after all, God gave me Justin Nozuka when I most needed him. Remembering Freddie was still standing there, I went back and started to close the door.
"Wait ... Sam?" I re-opened it again and Freddie looked at me like he wished he hadn't stopped me from closing it. I stared at him expectantly and he just stood there, his mouth agape.
"... Yeah?" Please say I love you. Please say I love you. Please, please, please say I love you.
"I'm .. sorry. For what I said ... about you ... and your mom ... and how she raised you ... and at who's house you eat ... I ... have no right to talk about you in that way. It was disrespectful and wrong and ... I'm ... sorry." Now Freddie was averting my eyes. Well, he apologized. Which means he felt guilty. Which means he cared enough to feel guilty.
One step at a time.
"It's okay. You're right anyway. I am a freeloader. I mean ... I don't even know why Carly even hangs out with me when all I do is mooch off of her. I don't know why you hang out with me either. Oh yeah. I forgot. You uhh ... love ... Carly." Wow. That was probably the hardest thing I've had to say in a really long time. Suddenly, I was filled with jealousy for Carly. Carly didn't even love Freddie like I did, and Freddie loved her? It just wasn't fair. She didn't deserve it. I deserved it. I worked hard to earn that affection.
"No, Sam. I'm not right. You're not a freeloader. You're just Sam. And I don't think Carly or Spencer or your mom or anybody else would want it any other way." That was ... sweet. But he could do better. I knew it.
" ... What about you?" I stepped closer to Freddie so my face was directly under his, due to hight differences. He didn't step back. Step two.
"I ... wouldn't want you to change either." Freddie smirked at me and it took everything in me not to grab him and suck his gorgeous face off.
"Honestly?" I asked, disbelieving. For Amnesia Freddie to say something like that, I wouldn't even doubt it. But Normal Freddie? Not so much.
"Honestly? I don't think I would be the exact same person I am today, if it wasn't for you." I laughed and thought about it. He would probably all big and tough and a bully and a jerk because I wouldn't be there to cut down his self asteem. Gosh. I'm ruining the kids life. I didn't say anything back, I just smiled to myself because Freddie didn't understand how warm his comment really made me feel. Almost as warm as his breath on my face. It made me feel ...
Like an angel. Like his angel.
Then suddenly his lips are connected to mine.
I swear on my soled bunny rabbit that I didn't make the first move.
Amazingly ... it was him.
He kissed me.
It ended almost as quick as it started, but it was a kiss nonetheless.
There's most definitely a light at the end of this tunnel.
My eyes still closed, I smiled to myself again, silently thanking Freddie for listening to his conscience and silently thanking God for giving him one. Freddie was blabbering something along the lines of I'm sorry and I don't know where that came from and It just felt like the thing to do, you know? but my personal favorite had to be Why does it feel so right?
"Freddie-" I murmured, but he was still going on and on. "Freddie ..." Nothing. Well, there was only one way I could think of to shut him up. I grabbed him by the cheeks and pulled him into a much deeper and much more passionate kiss then the Rated G one he gave me seconds before.
Boy did it feel good to be back in that boys arms.
Oh, excuse me.
Back in my boys arms.
Freddie
I didn't fight it.
For some strange reason, Sam Puckett and I were just making out as if we did it on a regular.
And I didn't fight it.
Last week, If anyone told me I would be in Sam's room making out with her next week, I'd probably slap them in the face, then sick Sam on them.
But now ...
It wasn't that whatever had just happened was romantic or anything else. It was just that as I was kissing her, I didn't feel like how I know I should have felt.
What I should have felt was "OH MY ... OH MY ... I'M KISSING SAM! STOP IT FREDDIE! RIGHT NOW! YOU AND SAM ARE FRIENDS! FORGET THAT! YOU HATE EACH OTHER! ABORT MISSION!"
But what I was feeling at the moment was "Mmm. Oh yeah. Mmm. Oh man her lips taste like peanut butter cups. And her room smells like vanilla. And it turns me on when she runs her fingers through my hair ... And it's been a while since I've kissed a girl this long ... "
And I wanna say that all those feelings are a bad thing but ... something tells me they aren't.
Even worse, something tells me their normal.
At some point in time that I can't vividly remember we ended up lying down on her bed. Wow. See, last week? Never woulda believed it. We broke apart for the first time in like a full 10 minutes and Sam looked up at me with such a smug expression it made me smile.
"What?" I asked curiously, smirking. We were both panting from the whole not breathing thing. Her smug smile turned into a large grin when she breathed her reply.
"You love me, Freddie Benson."
Sam
The next day was amazing!
Okay, so we-
What? Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to know what happened after I accused Freddie of loving me? Sorry, I just got exited.
Freddie studied my face like he was thinking, then he looked me in the eyes. At that moment I felt like he was gonna say no and I was gonna look like a big loser.
"I wanna disagree, like you don't even know how much I wanna disagree ... but ... it's like ... like ... like I'd be lying if I did ... or something." Aww. He was so confused! But he was trying. I loved it.
"I'll ... explain later. Now?" I ran my fingers from the front of his hair to the back. "Kiss me."
Freddie laughed, and touched lips with mine. Pure bliss I tell you. Pure bliss.
So anyways, as I was saying, the next day was awesome. We went to school and as apposed to people ridiculing me like I thought they would the day before, people were continuously congratulating us and saying we were cute together and Wendy even mashed our names together and called us Seddie.
It'll never catch on.
After school we went straight to Groovy Smoothie to ask T-Bo what was going on with Freddie. He said he wasn't sure, and it didn't say anything about it in the book, but he thought that when Freddie ran into the pole, he recovered from his retrograde amnesia all at once, which sort of jumbled up his already hurting head, which gave him what T-Bo calls a mixture of Lacunar (memory loss of a specific event i.e. the week of love) and Source amnesia (having information but having no memory of where the information was obtained i.e. Freddie knowing he loved me but not remembering the falling in it part). But because Freddie didn't really need either of that information, since I told him what happened and he trusted me enough to believe it, T-Bo said it shouldn't get in the way.
It was just going to be like the way you can't remember anything before you turned 3. You just sort of shrug and move on with life.
Plus, I was a smart Sam.
During the Love Week, I took mobile photos.
Freddie and me were going to be alright. I was pretty sure of that, and so was Carly and Spencer and Wendy and T-Bo and just about everyone but Freddie's mom.
It was okay. She invited me to dinner Friday night.
I'll make sure to steal some of my moms champaign.
*runs in the corner and cries*
I ... I ... I ... *blows nose*
What is it Like-Omg? Whatever is troubling you so?
I ... I ... I ... *sniff sniff*
Yes? You ... ?
I ... I-
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
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