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Sunday, November 9, 2008
iTouched the Dork
Sam's POV
"Okay, Sasha Striker's coming up in the elevator." Freddie told me.
"Better tell Carly."
The two of us rushed upstairs to the Shay apartment. I'd probably let you in with what we're doing. See, Spencer's got addicted to this really old videogame, Pak-Rat, and can't stop playing it. He was almost there to start his Labradoodle sculpture when Freddie looks up the highest scorer in the history of Pak-Rat and actually [i]encourages[/i] Spencer to beat the score. And now, nothing can take Spencer away from the machine unless he beats Sasha Striker. And now here I am, running up the stairs and heading towards Carly's apartment, to personally tell Carly that Spencer's match is up on the elevator.
We were at the floor where Freddie and Carly's apartments can be found, when Freddie and I decided to walk after that long climb.
"So... hopefully Spencer gets this over with." he said.
"Yeah, just don't distract them with your dorky self." I said.
He rolled his eyes. I reached for the doorknob and felt soft skin also reaching for the doorknob. For a moment, are hands mingled. I pulled my hand immediately away from his, as he did with his hand.
"S-sorry..." he apologized, and reached out onto the doorknob again.
I held my hand. I can't believe that Freddie and I [i]almost[/i] held each other's hands. It felt extremely weird, and at the same time wonderful. Freddie and I put up a straight face and, acting as if nothing happened, announced to Carly that Sasha Striker's here, as she opened the door.
"She's here!"
I was still holding my hand. The hand Freddie almost intertwined with his fingers.
"Okay, Sasha Striker's coming up in the elevator." Freddie told me.
"Better tell Carly."
The two of us rushed upstairs to the Shay apartment. I'd probably let you in with what we're doing. See, Spencer's got addicted to this really old videogame, Pak-Rat, and can't stop playing it. He was almost there to start his Labradoodle sculpture when Freddie looks up the highest scorer in the history of Pak-Rat and actually [i]encourages[/i] Spencer to beat the score. And now, nothing can take Spencer away from the machine unless he beats Sasha Striker. And now here I am, running up the stairs and heading towards Carly's apartment, to personally tell Carly that Spencer's match is up on the elevator.
We were at the floor where Freddie and Carly's apartments can be found, when Freddie and I decided to walk after that long climb.
"So... hopefully Spencer gets this over with." he said.
"Yeah, just don't distract them with your dorky self." I said.
He rolled his eyes. I reached for the doorknob and felt soft skin also reaching for the doorknob. For a moment, are hands mingled. I pulled my hand immediately away from his, as he did with his hand.
"S-sorry..." he apologized, and reached out onto the doorknob again.
I held my hand. I can't believe that Freddie and I [i]almost[/i] held each other's hands. It felt extremely weird, and at the same time wonderful. Freddie and I put up a straight face and, acting as if nothing happened, announced to Carly that Sasha Striker's here, as she opened the door.
"She's here!"
I was still holding my hand. The hand Freddie almost intertwined with his fingers.
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iWas Scared - *PG13*
I snaked my fingers into his hands, as he looked at me, confused and dumbstruck. He didn't resist, though, as I gripped his hands firmly. I looked into his eyes. His beautiful brown eyes. I stared into his eyes for so long, I didn't even want to avert my gaze. He didn't look away, either. Maybe we had this mutual understanding. We were standing in the hall where Carly and Freddie's apartments can be found, and some other apartments I could care less about. No one was passing through the halls. A looked at my feet, and then looked at him again. He was a few inches taller than me, with brown hair and eyes. Cautiously, I leaned to him and brushed my lips to his, hesitantly. I just brushed my lips to his, and then I pulled away. He looked at me, confusion showing in every inch of his face. I just smiled a little, and let go of his hands.
"What'd you do that for?" he asked me, cocking an eyebrow and looking curiously into my blue eyes. I looked down and cleared my throat, staring at him again. I didn't answer his question. He should just figure it out. But it was Freddie, who knew nothing much about love. Neither did I.
"I..." I was speechless. I had nothing to say as I rested my hands on his shoulders. He looked at me with great confusion, not daring to say anything because he can't say anything now. Freddie was speechless. I tried to find a reason why, but all that came to my head was that I loved him and I was finally sorry for every insult I threw in his way, for every humiliating act for I did to him, and that I didn't mean him no harm. I didn't even dare say it, since I didn't feel it was valid enough. I finally decided to do something: cry. As tears trickled down my face, his gaze shifted from confused to concerned. He held my hand.
"Sam? Why are you crying?" he asked, as I looked up at him.
"I'm... scared..." I said, wiping the tears off my face and trying to smile.
"Of what?"
"Well, of telling you why I tried to kiss you... and... well, if I did, I figured you'd just go away." I told him. He shook his head.
"Well, if I was going to leave, Sam, then I should've left long ago. I mean, you really surprised me with that poor excuse of a kiss." he said, laughing. I laughed too. I rubbed my eyes and looked at him again.
"Well, why don't you tell me why?"
"Well... I'm sorry for insulting and humiliating and torturing you. I meant no harm in all the stuff I've said. And..." I breathed deep. I breathed in deep and pushed myself to him, crashing our lips together. His lips were soft. I locked him in a tight embrace, running my hand up and down his arms. I pinned him against the wall, deepening the kiss. I firmly gripped his upper arms, and then I wrapped my arms around his neck. Freddie wrapped his arms around my waist as we kissed. It was like eternal bliss, and I was enjoying every minute of it. I never realized this until now, when I decided to uncover the feelings hidden deep inside me. His hands travelled up and down my back, as mine held on to him. We pulled back, and he brushed off the blonde hair from my face. I breathed deep again, smiling and staring at him.
It took so long just to realize that I loved him. "You see, Freddork, I love you." I said, not daring to let go of the embrace. I never realized we could be this close to each other. Normally, I could have just slapped him then and there, but I didn't. I was the one who tried to kiss Freddie, I was the one who gave in from my desires. I shouldn't be the one to react negatively to it. I was smiling at him, the tech geek who always chased my best friend. I leaned in again and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
"I dare you to go." I said, quietly.
"I won't, Sam." he hugged me tightly. "I love you." he added.
"What'd you do that for?" he asked me, cocking an eyebrow and looking curiously into my blue eyes. I looked down and cleared my throat, staring at him again. I didn't answer his question. He should just figure it out. But it was Freddie, who knew nothing much about love. Neither did I.
"I..." I was speechless. I had nothing to say as I rested my hands on his shoulders. He looked at me with great confusion, not daring to say anything because he can't say anything now. Freddie was speechless. I tried to find a reason why, but all that came to my head was that I loved him and I was finally sorry for every insult I threw in his way, for every humiliating act for I did to him, and that I didn't mean him no harm. I didn't even dare say it, since I didn't feel it was valid enough. I finally decided to do something: cry. As tears trickled down my face, his gaze shifted from confused to concerned. He held my hand.
"Sam? Why are you crying?" he asked, as I looked up at him.
"I'm... scared..." I said, wiping the tears off my face and trying to smile.
"Of what?"
"Well, of telling you why I tried to kiss you... and... well, if I did, I figured you'd just go away." I told him. He shook his head.
"Well, if I was going to leave, Sam, then I should've left long ago. I mean, you really surprised me with that poor excuse of a kiss." he said, laughing. I laughed too. I rubbed my eyes and looked at him again.
"Well, why don't you tell me why?"
"Well... I'm sorry for insulting and humiliating and torturing you. I meant no harm in all the stuff I've said. And..." I breathed deep. I breathed in deep and pushed myself to him, crashing our lips together. His lips were soft. I locked him in a tight embrace, running my hand up and down his arms. I pinned him against the wall, deepening the kiss. I firmly gripped his upper arms, and then I wrapped my arms around his neck. Freddie wrapped his arms around my waist as we kissed. It was like eternal bliss, and I was enjoying every minute of it. I never realized this until now, when I decided to uncover the feelings hidden deep inside me. His hands travelled up and down my back, as mine held on to him. We pulled back, and he brushed off the blonde hair from my face. I breathed deep again, smiling and staring at him.
It took so long just to realize that I loved him. "You see, Freddork, I love you." I said, not daring to let go of the embrace. I never realized we could be this close to each other. Normally, I could have just slapped him then and there, but I didn't. I was the one who tried to kiss Freddie, I was the one who gave in from my desires. I shouldn't be the one to react negatively to it. I was smiling at him, the tech geek who always chased my best friend. I leaned in again and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
"I dare you to go." I said, quietly.
"I won't, Sam." he hugged me tightly. "I love you." he added.
iLove Her Blue Eyes
FREDDIE'S POV
I was fuming, staring angrily at the blonde girl who fought with me. She stared back, emotionless. I didn't like the way she abused me, the way she humiliated and tortured me. He walked toward each other, throwing insults like there was no tomorrow. She fell silent as I told her how much I didn't like the way she acted towards me. I continued speaking, raising my voice countless times as she stared at me.
"Sam, if you could, just PLEASE let up with the-" I was cut off from my little speech. Sam had grabbed me and pulled me close to her by the collar. I first thought that she was going to threaten me and punch me, but she didn't. Instead, Sam pulled me in and locked me in a deep kiss. Why she did was beyond me, but she did. I tried to struggle, to set her off, to make her back away. Apparently, she didn't want to let go of me. Oh well, might as well just submit to her will. She had her arms wrapped around me, so I gently wrapped my arms around her. She pulled away.
I stared into her blue eyes. I never thought she had blue eyes. Maybe I was too busy hating her to admire her. Now, I was admiring her. I brushed some of her blonde hair off her face and looked straight into those beautiful blues of her. I held back the urge to attack her lips. She was the one who pulled back, so any move and I could displease her. Her arms were still wrapped around my shoulders. I thought I hated Sam. But this kiss... Everything I just denied and hid deep and down under surfaced. I didn't really hate her, did I? No, I didn't hate her. In fact...
"You're incredible." I told her, still staring into her eyes. She smiled, looked down to her feet and looked at me again. "I mean, the whole you. Not just that kiss." I said.
"You too, Fredward." she replied.
"I love you." I whispered.
"What now? You love me?" she asked me. I nodded.
"Yeah, I do." I pulled her and kissed her lightly. She stared at me.
"So? Would you want me to let up with the insults?" she asked me.
"Nah. Insult me all you want. Just don't ever leave me." I replied. We chuckled as I took her into my arms.
I was fuming, staring angrily at the blonde girl who fought with me. She stared back, emotionless. I didn't like the way she abused me, the way she humiliated and tortured me. He walked toward each other, throwing insults like there was no tomorrow. She fell silent as I told her how much I didn't like the way she acted towards me. I continued speaking, raising my voice countless times as she stared at me.
"Sam, if you could, just PLEASE let up with the-" I was cut off from my little speech. Sam had grabbed me and pulled me close to her by the collar. I first thought that she was going to threaten me and punch me, but she didn't. Instead, Sam pulled me in and locked me in a deep kiss. Why she did was beyond me, but she did. I tried to struggle, to set her off, to make her back away. Apparently, she didn't want to let go of me. Oh well, might as well just submit to her will. She had her arms wrapped around me, so I gently wrapped my arms around her. She pulled away.
I stared into her blue eyes. I never thought she had blue eyes. Maybe I was too busy hating her to admire her. Now, I was admiring her. I brushed some of her blonde hair off her face and looked straight into those beautiful blues of her. I held back the urge to attack her lips. She was the one who pulled back, so any move and I could displease her. Her arms were still wrapped around my shoulders. I thought I hated Sam. But this kiss... Everything I just denied and hid deep and down under surfaced. I didn't really hate her, did I? No, I didn't hate her. In fact...
"You're incredible." I told her, still staring into her eyes. She smiled, looked down to her feet and looked at me again. "I mean, the whole you. Not just that kiss." I said.
"You too, Fredward." she replied.
"I love you." I whispered.
"What now? You love me?" she asked me. I nodded.
"Yeah, I do." I pulled her and kissed her lightly. She stared at me.
"So? Would you want me to let up with the insults?" she asked me.
"Nah. Insult me all you want. Just don't ever leave me." I replied. We chuckled as I took her into my arms.
iSee This Twist of Fate
I lost all my reason to keep my resolve for being emotionless. I felt my strength cripple, the walls I tried to hold up break down. I suddenly thought to myself: why did I keep this for so long? Why did I deny it? Why did I even bother trying to keep it from the world? Because I was afraid of how Freddie would react to this. We were arch-enemies and we hated each other. At least, we were supposed to. Suddenly, the tough Sam who had been holding on to the cliff had let go. The tough Sam Puckett was no more. For a while. I studied his cold, calculating gaze. We just argued, like we always did. But his eyes told one thing: He was tired of my abusive behavior. I knew he was ready to tell me this. I just didn't want to hear it. I just wanted to break down, see if he still maintains this behavior. Because if he does, I'll just back off, punch him in the gut and remind him to never speak of this again. He opened his mouth, daring to speak.
"Sam! Look, I'm tired of all these things. I hate the way you abuse me. I hate the way you torture me." he started. I felt my heart sink, but I tried my best not to look afraid, hurt or disappointed. Freddie finally had the courage to tell me what he really felt. Or what he felt now. "I don't like your pranks, the way you often humiliate me in front of every body, the way-" I cut him off. Because at that very moment, I didn't want to hear any of his dorky little reasons and all the stuff he hates about me. I just seized him by the collar and, with gentle force, connected our lips together. It was a gentle kiss, and I felt extremely lightheaded. I pulled him closer, making our kiss deeper. I revelled in the moment. The first time I kissed Freddie. THE Freddie Benson, iCarly's tech whiz. I knew he was taken aback, because his hands fell limp for a while. But soon, he gripped my upper arms gently. I pulled away and stared into his eyes.
"Just... to make sure you'd stop saying all the... things you hate about me." I said. I was looking fiercely into his eyes. He looked dumbstruck, dumbfounded, bewildered and all those adjectives that could best fit him at the moment. He looked terrified at how I stared at him, but somewhat pleased with my little stunt. I softened my gaze. He still didn't let go of my arms, I was still clinging on his collar. I let go of him. He was staring into my eyes, I was staring at eternity.
"Sam... I..." he started, but I looked at him fiercely again. He shut up.
"I don't want any word about how bad I kiss." I said. He shook his head, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.
"You aren't. You aren't a bad kisser." he whispered, pulling me close to him. I did my best to struggle the slightest bit, but he didn't let go. I just stopped my tough act and all the pointless efforts. Freddie would know, anyway. I wasn't being the tough Sam Puckett right now. I just broke down.
"Why are we like this?" he asked me. I just shrugged. Why? I didn't know. He provoked me. It's time I tell him exactly what I felt. I felt like crying for no valid reason. I shed a tear. It felt so distant when I thought of the things about me that he was tired about. Tired about the way I abuse him, torture him, humiliating him. My heart sinking felt like a distant memory from the past. I had temporarily let go of the Sam Puckett I grew up to be.
"...So, what now?" I looked into his eyes. He pulled me closer, and slowly, slowly but surely, he leaned in and hesitantly touched my lips with his. It was his own will, and I submitted to it. It's time I let him win. He never did win against me. He kissed me gently, but it was soon deeper, until I pulled away to catch my breath.
"I thought you hated me." he mumbled. I shook my head and fixed my gaze to him. He wasn't moving.
"I didn't mean any harm." I said. "I thought I hated you too. Until I realized how... I can't live without a Freddie."
"So you're saying...?"
"I love you, Freddie." I looked down to my feet, blushing fiercely. I didn't know I could blush. Then again, I really didn't expect myself to lunge at Freddie and attack his lips like that, with no warning. I just told him I love him. What an awkward little moment between us. I wonder where Sam was. I wonder where the strong, insensitive and tough Sam was hiding. Or rather, I wonder where this Sam that Freddie was kissing a while ago had been hiding all these years. She was probably hiding under a shell, under the tough Sam's shadow. Freddie was the only one seeing this.
He stared at me, eyebrows raised. "So, do you?" he grinned.
"...Yeah." I mumbled. "Y'know, I should leave." I said, and turned around, heading for the door. I trembled with each step, and reached for the cold, round, shiny doorknob. Before I even laid my hands on it, Freddie had grabbed hold of my arm, and said, "No." I just shrugged and reached for the doorknob again, when the door creaked open and Carly emerged. Freddie, having something really weird run through his mind, immediately pulled me close to him and crashed my lips with his. I think he wanted Carly to know that we didn't hate each other. I gently placed my hands on his shoulders and my arms snaked around his neck as his hands ran up and down my back. I pulled away. He brushed hair off my face as we looked at Carly. She was staring, mouth open and smiling.
"What? How? Why?" she asked both of us, looking from Freddie, then me, then to the both of us, smiling widely and still not believing what she saw. She had a surprised, bewildered look on her face.
"Oh, just some twist of fate." I replied. "But hey, I'm still the same 'ol Sam." I said, punching Freddie in the gut lightly. We all laughed.
"No kidding."
"Sam! Look, I'm tired of all these things. I hate the way you abuse me. I hate the way you torture me." he started. I felt my heart sink, but I tried my best not to look afraid, hurt or disappointed. Freddie finally had the courage to tell me what he really felt. Or what he felt now. "I don't like your pranks, the way you often humiliate me in front of every body, the way-" I cut him off. Because at that very moment, I didn't want to hear any of his dorky little reasons and all the stuff he hates about me. I just seized him by the collar and, with gentle force, connected our lips together. It was a gentle kiss, and I felt extremely lightheaded. I pulled him closer, making our kiss deeper. I revelled in the moment. The first time I kissed Freddie. THE Freddie Benson, iCarly's tech whiz. I knew he was taken aback, because his hands fell limp for a while. But soon, he gripped my upper arms gently. I pulled away and stared into his eyes.
"Just... to make sure you'd stop saying all the... things you hate about me." I said. I was looking fiercely into his eyes. He looked dumbstruck, dumbfounded, bewildered and all those adjectives that could best fit him at the moment. He looked terrified at how I stared at him, but somewhat pleased with my little stunt. I softened my gaze. He still didn't let go of my arms, I was still clinging on his collar. I let go of him. He was staring into my eyes, I was staring at eternity.
"Sam... I..." he started, but I looked at him fiercely again. He shut up.
"I don't want any word about how bad I kiss." I said. He shook his head, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.
"You aren't. You aren't a bad kisser." he whispered, pulling me close to him. I did my best to struggle the slightest bit, but he didn't let go. I just stopped my tough act and all the pointless efforts. Freddie would know, anyway. I wasn't being the tough Sam Puckett right now. I just broke down.
"Why are we like this?" he asked me. I just shrugged. Why? I didn't know. He provoked me. It's time I tell him exactly what I felt. I felt like crying for no valid reason. I shed a tear. It felt so distant when I thought of the things about me that he was tired about. Tired about the way I abuse him, torture him, humiliating him. My heart sinking felt like a distant memory from the past. I had temporarily let go of the Sam Puckett I grew up to be.
"...So, what now?" I looked into his eyes. He pulled me closer, and slowly, slowly but surely, he leaned in and hesitantly touched my lips with his. It was his own will, and I submitted to it. It's time I let him win. He never did win against me. He kissed me gently, but it was soon deeper, until I pulled away to catch my breath.
"I thought you hated me." he mumbled. I shook my head and fixed my gaze to him. He wasn't moving.
"I didn't mean any harm." I said. "I thought I hated you too. Until I realized how... I can't live without a Freddie."
"So you're saying...?"
"I love you, Freddie." I looked down to my feet, blushing fiercely. I didn't know I could blush. Then again, I really didn't expect myself to lunge at Freddie and attack his lips like that, with no warning. I just told him I love him. What an awkward little moment between us. I wonder where Sam was. I wonder where the strong, insensitive and tough Sam was hiding. Or rather, I wonder where this Sam that Freddie was kissing a while ago had been hiding all these years. She was probably hiding under a shell, under the tough Sam's shadow. Freddie was the only one seeing this.
He stared at me, eyebrows raised. "So, do you?" he grinned.
"...Yeah." I mumbled. "Y'know, I should leave." I said, and turned around, heading for the door. I trembled with each step, and reached for the cold, round, shiny doorknob. Before I even laid my hands on it, Freddie had grabbed hold of my arm, and said, "No." I just shrugged and reached for the doorknob again, when the door creaked open and Carly emerged. Freddie, having something really weird run through his mind, immediately pulled me close to him and crashed my lips with his. I think he wanted Carly to know that we didn't hate each other. I gently placed my hands on his shoulders and my arms snaked around his neck as his hands ran up and down my back. I pulled away. He brushed hair off my face as we looked at Carly. She was staring, mouth open and smiling.
"What? How? Why?" she asked both of us, looking from Freddie, then me, then to the both of us, smiling widely and still not believing what she saw. She had a surprised, bewildered look on her face.
"Oh, just some twist of fate." I replied. "But hey, I'm still the same 'ol Sam." I said, punching Freddie in the gut lightly. We all laughed.
"No kidding."
iLeave
I.
We were all there in Freddie's house, saying all our goodbyes, hugging like there was no tomorrow. Because, apparently, there will be no tomorrow for the three of us. We probably won't see each other ever again, and that's because Freddie would be leaving for Canada. Why he was going to, it wasn't clear to me, nor was it clear to Carly. All we knew is that he was going to leave since his mom was leaving. And Mrs. Benson doesn't particularly trust his son to live alone in the apartment, afraid that he might go swimming with hobos or turn into a carjacker or what. But Carly and I knew better - Freddie wouldn't dare turn into a carjacking guy who loves to swim with hobos. We were all sitting down on the Benson's couch, surrounded by luggage. There was no joy in saying goodbyes. I could personally attest to that.
He smiled at the two of us, sadly. I just can't help but shed a tear or two. I mean, all my life I picked on Freddie. I probably won't find any other guy like him, who tries his best to put up with my insults or argues with me with great skill, I swear he just hid that rebellious personality inside of him. Who doesn't, when your mom insists that you sleep on the floor and you must always get your regular helping of anti-tick lotions?
"Aww, Sam. You're crying." Carly said, smiling and patting me at the back.
"No I'm not... Freddie's just..." I stopped. No use for excuses now. "Oh, what's the point of excuses? I'll miss you, Freddie." I said, hugging him tightly. He hugged back. For I while, I doubted that he was going to let go. But he did. I pulled back, and saw him smiling sadly.
"I'll miss you too, Sam." he said, then turned to my best friend. I remember all of Freddie's efforts trying to get Carly to like him. He admitted to the world that he loves Carly, that he will be her second husband someday and all those trash. I always tried to ignore that. I always tried to shrug it off. I tried not to mind. I mean, why would I? Freddie's not someone I'm supposed to mind with those stuff, right? But no. I HAD to mind. I had to insult him, verbally torture him and all those stuff. Maybe I just grew tired of his fruitless efforts of getting Carly. Maybe I just got tired of Freddie tailing around Carly like some hopeful puppy. Or maybe, I just wanted his attention. Maybe I was just jealous.
"And I'll miss you, Carly." he hugged her. "We might never see each other again." he added, whispering.
"I thought you're gonna be my second husband." she said.
"I... doubt it." He stood up. I stood up too, and so did Carly. We were sending each other off these simple smiles. It was then that I realized how much I enjoyed sparring with Freddie, how much I loved to fight him. I sure he did, too.
"Well, this is it. You guys wanna see me off of the airport?" he asked. Never has Freddie asked me things like these. Carly and I nodded. I should come. It was the last time I'll ever see this brown-eyed boy. Spencer's gonna drive them to the airport, anyway.
II.
I sighed. The sun was shining brightly, the airport was silent. It seems that we were early for the airport, since nobody was there but us, some guards, employees and a few other passengers. This was the weirdest send-off ever. It's like the sun was rejoicing in Freddie's departure. Its warmth bounced off out skins, and if Freddie wasn't leaving, I could've called it a perfect day. It could've been the day I've confessed, and everything would be alright, since Freddie won't leave. But no. Freddie just had to leave. Why did Freddie have to leave?
"Goodluck there, Freddie-o." Spencer said, patting Freddie's back as he smiled. His smile was like the sun, shining. It wasn't the first time I thought of it like that, though. I just didn't want to admit it to myself, or out loud. I had to be happy. Or at least, I tried to. A tear trickled down my face as he looked at me. Carly hugged me tight.
"Sam, be strong." she whispered. I was just silent. I just knew that, in the future, as I replay this scene in my head, I knew that I'd cry. I knew that I'd shed a tear, or two. Or just outright cry. But who cares? Freddie never had that chance to see me cry, anyway. It could be the perfect time to cry here, in front of the boy. Carly let go of me so I could give Freddie one last hug, before he boarded the plane. Apparently, little flights were scheduled this day, so that explains why there was a small amount of passengers.
"Sam, don't cry." Freddie whispered to me. I just can't helpt it. He told me not to cry, and yet I was here, tears streaming down my face in a continuous fountain. I had to cry. Freddie was leaving.
"You know, Sam, you should be happy I'm leaving." he said, smiling, trying to comfort me, to find humor in this. I can't.
"No. I can't be happy." I told him. I heard Mrs. Benson call and tell him to board the plane. We exchanged one more goodbye before he proceeded to board on the plane. With each step he took, I felt like breaking down. I felt like half of my life was being taken away from me, against my will. I can't take this. If Freddie was leaving, he shouldn't leave without knowing how I felt.
"Freddie!"
I came running to him. He turned around, and was almost climbing the steps. He turned around as I charged at him. It happened lightning-fast and in front of the three people who least expected it to happen. But the pressure of Freddie leaving probably just took its toll. Maybe he'd react the same way. They shouldn't expect me to stay standing still there. I seized the boy by his collar, pulled him close to me and crashed our lips together. I didn't want to let go of him. I didn't want to break this kiss. This is the my first and more probably my last kiss with a certain Freddie Benson.
He took the shock quite nicely, seeing that he didn't struggle to push me back. I let go of his collar and wrapped my arms around his neck, still kissing him. He wrapped his own arms around my back. For a while, I felt like this was forever, as if it's the closest thing to heaven that I could ever get. I knew Carly, Spencer and Mrs. Benson stared at the two of us. The two enemies that were holding each other in a tight embrace and a sweet kiss. It felt very un-Sam-like. But why should I care? I just didn't want to let go.
We pulled away, my arms loosening and eventually letting go of him. He did so, too. Now, now the only thing I could do was hold his hand tightly. So I reached for his hand and squeezed it, staring into his brown eyes as he stared into my blue ones.
"Well, that was some goodbye." he said, taking my free hand and holding it firmly.
"I know." I just nodded.
III.
Mrs. Benson, Carly and Spencer approached us, emotion unable to be kept in. Mrs. Benson was smiling so wide. The sun was shining brighter. I just hope I did the right thing.
"Freddie... You could stay if you want to." she told her son. I felt ecstatic. I felt very happy, extremely surprised, and annoyed at Mrs. Benson just telling Freddie now that he could stay.
"I... I could?" he said, in wonder. But what about his mother? What about Canada?
"I was delaying to tell you until either of these girls ran to you." she said, trying to stifle a laugh.
"But what about you?" he asked.
"Oh, I'll be alright. I know you will be, too." she said, looking at me with a smile I never knew could be warm and comforting. I grasped Freddie's hand tighter.
"Thanks, mom." was all he said. He looked into my eyes, as I looked into his brown eyes. Maybe staring made you lost in the world. Maybe he just had a nice set of eyes. Maybe I just got caught up at the moment. Maybe I still can't believe what Mrs. Marissa Benson said, because I just found myself in Freddie's embrace, lips touching together like there was no tomorrow. He wasn't gonna leave. Suddenly, I understood why the sun was celebrating. It knew that this would happen. I smiled in the kiss, and I'm sure Freddie did too.
I pulled back, may hands on Freddie's shoulder.
"Dork." I said.
"Samantha." he whispered.
I pulled him in a tight embrace.
We were all there in Freddie's house, saying all our goodbyes, hugging like there was no tomorrow. Because, apparently, there will be no tomorrow for the three of us. We probably won't see each other ever again, and that's because Freddie would be leaving for Canada. Why he was going to, it wasn't clear to me, nor was it clear to Carly. All we knew is that he was going to leave since his mom was leaving. And Mrs. Benson doesn't particularly trust his son to live alone in the apartment, afraid that he might go swimming with hobos or turn into a carjacker or what. But Carly and I knew better - Freddie wouldn't dare turn into a carjacking guy who loves to swim with hobos. We were all sitting down on the Benson's couch, surrounded by luggage. There was no joy in saying goodbyes. I could personally attest to that.
He smiled at the two of us, sadly. I just can't help but shed a tear or two. I mean, all my life I picked on Freddie. I probably won't find any other guy like him, who tries his best to put up with my insults or argues with me with great skill, I swear he just hid that rebellious personality inside of him. Who doesn't, when your mom insists that you sleep on the floor and you must always get your regular helping of anti-tick lotions?
"Aww, Sam. You're crying." Carly said, smiling and patting me at the back.
"No I'm not... Freddie's just..." I stopped. No use for excuses now. "Oh, what's the point of excuses? I'll miss you, Freddie." I said, hugging him tightly. He hugged back. For I while, I doubted that he was going to let go. But he did. I pulled back, and saw him smiling sadly.
"I'll miss you too, Sam." he said, then turned to my best friend. I remember all of Freddie's efforts trying to get Carly to like him. He admitted to the world that he loves Carly, that he will be her second husband someday and all those trash. I always tried to ignore that. I always tried to shrug it off. I tried not to mind. I mean, why would I? Freddie's not someone I'm supposed to mind with those stuff, right? But no. I HAD to mind. I had to insult him, verbally torture him and all those stuff. Maybe I just grew tired of his fruitless efforts of getting Carly. Maybe I just got tired of Freddie tailing around Carly like some hopeful puppy. Or maybe, I just wanted his attention. Maybe I was just jealous.
"And I'll miss you, Carly." he hugged her. "We might never see each other again." he added, whispering.
"I thought you're gonna be my second husband." she said.
"I... doubt it." He stood up. I stood up too, and so did Carly. We were sending each other off these simple smiles. It was then that I realized how much I enjoyed sparring with Freddie, how much I loved to fight him. I sure he did, too.
"Well, this is it. You guys wanna see me off of the airport?" he asked. Never has Freddie asked me things like these. Carly and I nodded. I should come. It was the last time I'll ever see this brown-eyed boy. Spencer's gonna drive them to the airport, anyway.
II.
I sighed. The sun was shining brightly, the airport was silent. It seems that we were early for the airport, since nobody was there but us, some guards, employees and a few other passengers. This was the weirdest send-off ever. It's like the sun was rejoicing in Freddie's departure. Its warmth bounced off out skins, and if Freddie wasn't leaving, I could've called it a perfect day. It could've been the day I've confessed, and everything would be alright, since Freddie won't leave. But no. Freddie just had to leave. Why did Freddie have to leave?
"Goodluck there, Freddie-o." Spencer said, patting Freddie's back as he smiled. His smile was like the sun, shining. It wasn't the first time I thought of it like that, though. I just didn't want to admit it to myself, or out loud. I had to be happy. Or at least, I tried to. A tear trickled down my face as he looked at me. Carly hugged me tight.
"Sam, be strong." she whispered. I was just silent. I just knew that, in the future, as I replay this scene in my head, I knew that I'd cry. I knew that I'd shed a tear, or two. Or just outright cry. But who cares? Freddie never had that chance to see me cry, anyway. It could be the perfect time to cry here, in front of the boy. Carly let go of me so I could give Freddie one last hug, before he boarded the plane. Apparently, little flights were scheduled this day, so that explains why there was a small amount of passengers.
"Sam, don't cry." Freddie whispered to me. I just can't helpt it. He told me not to cry, and yet I was here, tears streaming down my face in a continuous fountain. I had to cry. Freddie was leaving.
"You know, Sam, you should be happy I'm leaving." he said, smiling, trying to comfort me, to find humor in this. I can't.
"No. I can't be happy." I told him. I heard Mrs. Benson call and tell him to board the plane. We exchanged one more goodbye before he proceeded to board on the plane. With each step he took, I felt like breaking down. I felt like half of my life was being taken away from me, against my will. I can't take this. If Freddie was leaving, he shouldn't leave without knowing how I felt.
"Freddie!"
I came running to him. He turned around, and was almost climbing the steps. He turned around as I charged at him. It happened lightning-fast and in front of the three people who least expected it to happen. But the pressure of Freddie leaving probably just took its toll. Maybe he'd react the same way. They shouldn't expect me to stay standing still there. I seized the boy by his collar, pulled him close to me and crashed our lips together. I didn't want to let go of him. I didn't want to break this kiss. This is the my first and more probably my last kiss with a certain Freddie Benson.
He took the shock quite nicely, seeing that he didn't struggle to push me back. I let go of his collar and wrapped my arms around his neck, still kissing him. He wrapped his own arms around my back. For a while, I felt like this was forever, as if it's the closest thing to heaven that I could ever get. I knew Carly, Spencer and Mrs. Benson stared at the two of us. The two enemies that were holding each other in a tight embrace and a sweet kiss. It felt very un-Sam-like. But why should I care? I just didn't want to let go.
We pulled away, my arms loosening and eventually letting go of him. He did so, too. Now, now the only thing I could do was hold his hand tightly. So I reached for his hand and squeezed it, staring into his brown eyes as he stared into my blue ones.
"Well, that was some goodbye." he said, taking my free hand and holding it firmly.
"I know." I just nodded.
III.
Mrs. Benson, Carly and Spencer approached us, emotion unable to be kept in. Mrs. Benson was smiling so wide. The sun was shining brighter. I just hope I did the right thing.
"Freddie... You could stay if you want to." she told her son. I felt ecstatic. I felt very happy, extremely surprised, and annoyed at Mrs. Benson just telling Freddie now that he could stay.
"I... I could?" he said, in wonder. But what about his mother? What about Canada?
"I was delaying to tell you until either of these girls ran to you." she said, trying to stifle a laugh.
"But what about you?" he asked.
"Oh, I'll be alright. I know you will be, too." she said, looking at me with a smile I never knew could be warm and comforting. I grasped Freddie's hand tighter.
"Thanks, mom." was all he said. He looked into my eyes, as I looked into his brown eyes. Maybe staring made you lost in the world. Maybe he just had a nice set of eyes. Maybe I just got caught up at the moment. Maybe I still can't believe what Mrs. Marissa Benson said, because I just found myself in Freddie's embrace, lips touching together like there was no tomorrow. He wasn't gonna leave. Suddenly, I understood why the sun was celebrating. It knew that this would happen. I smiled in the kiss, and I'm sure Freddie did too.
I pulled back, may hands on Freddie's shoulder.
"Dork." I said.
"Samantha." he whispered.
I pulled him in a tight embrace.
Monday, November 3, 2008
iDare You
"I can do anything, Carles." I bragged, looking at Carly with a boasting expression. Of course I can do anything. I'm Sam Puckett. But it wasn't simple with Carly. She was extremely smart, and I regretted what I had said when she opened her mouth to speak.
"Oh, really? Then for $30, go kiss Freddie." she said, raising her eyebrow and looking at me, expecting to let go of a violent reaction. As if the dare wasn't enough, she added, "on the lips." I was completely dumbstruck. I knew I shouldn't have boasted. But I have this reputation to uphold, and 30 bucks was an extremely tempting amount of money. I just HAD to... Well, if money wasn't at stake, I'll still do it. I do have this reputation to uphold, don't I?
"Raise the stakes, Shay, and I'll do it longer." I said. Greed was taking over me. Or was it? I don't know. But there was money. There was my pride, my reputation. Refuse, and it'll all go down the toilet. Besides, kissing Freddie shouldn't be that bad...
"$50 enough?" she asked me. Wow. $50 was already a lot of money by my standards. I just had to do it. Back out and I lose everything here... Well, not everything, but that was a large amount of money. I nodded.
Together, the two of us looked for Freddie. He wasn't in any of the places he usually hung out in school (like that dorky AV room with his dorky AV friends), so Carly and I decided to head back to her apartment in Bushwell Plaza to kill off the time. Freddie's gonna be more likely to go to Carly's, anyway, seeing that he was always looking for Carly, desperate to show her how great a guy he was. I doubt that he will be successful in any of his attempts. Carly and I climbed up the stairs, talking.
"I'm sure you're gonna enjoy the kiss." she teased.
"Me? Enjoy kissing Freddie? Hah. No way, Carly Shay." I said. Although deep inside me, I did think I was going to enjoy the kiss. Maybe the money would make it enjoyable. Maybe backing up my claim would make it enjoyable. Or maybe the kiss, without the money or the pride thing, would be enjoyable in itself. I don't know. We arrived at the familiar hall where Carly's and Freddie's apartment were located, when I caught sight of Freddie just coming out from the Benson's apartment door.
"Go get him." Carly said. Oh, I will.
"Hey, Freddork!" I called, charging to him and pinning him against the wall.
"What!?" he managed to say, before I pushed him further to the wall and seized his collar. I pulled him close to me and crashed my lips to his lips. I knew he was dumbfounded, because he was making these protesting noises as his first reaction. But he stopped struggling and making noises, and I knew he was enjoying the kiss. He actually pulled me closer as I pushed him harder to the wall. Yeah, the kiss was really something. I was actually liking it. But before anything else had happened, I pushed him away.
"What? Why? How? Whaat?" he said, looking at me and then at Carly.
"Don't ask or I'll break your teeth." I threatened, and looked at Carly.
"So? Are you forgetting something?" I asked her, throwing a questioning look. She still grinned.
"Sorry. I'm broke."
"What?!" No way Carly Shay's broke. I mean, I just kissed Freddie Benson here because we were on a bet! And now, my best friend tells me she's broke. Way to go, Sam. I just didn't what happened. Money blinded me? Nah. I should've, I SHOULD HAVE known that Carly would do this to me. But suddenly, I thought the kiss was a prize enough for the bet.
"Sorry, Sam. Well, have a nice day!" she waved, and locked herself in her apartment.
"What? But I... But we... But... I hate you Carly Shay!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Carly didn't do this. But she did. Carly did! What had blinded me? What? It wasn't money! It wasn't pride! I knew what blinded me. My desire to kiss Freddie. I didn't like it, but it was there, out in the open.
"You'll thank me someday, Sam!" Carly shouted from behind the door. I can't believe this. And now, Freddie was staring at me, looking extremely confused about what was happening. He walked over to me, a questioning look plastered on his face.
"What?" I said, looking fiercely at him.
"You did that for a bet, didn't you?" he asked, knowingly.
"Yeah, so? Do you care?" I snapped.
"I bet you can't do it again." he said, grinning. I know where this is going. He wants me to kiss him... again.
"Of course I can." I answered, smiling.
"Prove it."
"Shut up, Fredward." I punched him in the gut and walked away, not daring to deliver another look. But he knew, as well as I did, that we liked it both. Even though Carly made me.
"Oh, really? Then for $30, go kiss Freddie." she said, raising her eyebrow and looking at me, expecting to let go of a violent reaction. As if the dare wasn't enough, she added, "on the lips." I was completely dumbstruck. I knew I shouldn't have boasted. But I have this reputation to uphold, and 30 bucks was an extremely tempting amount of money. I just HAD to... Well, if money wasn't at stake, I'll still do it. I do have this reputation to uphold, don't I?
"Raise the stakes, Shay, and I'll do it longer." I said. Greed was taking over me. Or was it? I don't know. But there was money. There was my pride, my reputation. Refuse, and it'll all go down the toilet. Besides, kissing Freddie shouldn't be that bad...
"$50 enough?" she asked me. Wow. $50 was already a lot of money by my standards. I just had to do it. Back out and I lose everything here... Well, not everything, but that was a large amount of money. I nodded.
Together, the two of us looked for Freddie. He wasn't in any of the places he usually hung out in school (like that dorky AV room with his dorky AV friends), so Carly and I decided to head back to her apartment in Bushwell Plaza to kill off the time. Freddie's gonna be more likely to go to Carly's, anyway, seeing that he was always looking for Carly, desperate to show her how great a guy he was. I doubt that he will be successful in any of his attempts. Carly and I climbed up the stairs, talking.
"I'm sure you're gonna enjoy the kiss." she teased.
"Me? Enjoy kissing Freddie? Hah. No way, Carly Shay." I said. Although deep inside me, I did think I was going to enjoy the kiss. Maybe the money would make it enjoyable. Maybe backing up my claim would make it enjoyable. Or maybe the kiss, without the money or the pride thing, would be enjoyable in itself. I don't know. We arrived at the familiar hall where Carly's and Freddie's apartment were located, when I caught sight of Freddie just coming out from the Benson's apartment door.
"Go get him." Carly said. Oh, I will.
"Hey, Freddork!" I called, charging to him and pinning him against the wall.
"What!?" he managed to say, before I pushed him further to the wall and seized his collar. I pulled him close to me and crashed my lips to his lips. I knew he was dumbfounded, because he was making these protesting noises as his first reaction. But he stopped struggling and making noises, and I knew he was enjoying the kiss. He actually pulled me closer as I pushed him harder to the wall. Yeah, the kiss was really something. I was actually liking it. But before anything else had happened, I pushed him away.
"What? Why? How? Whaat?" he said, looking at me and then at Carly.
"Don't ask or I'll break your teeth." I threatened, and looked at Carly.
"So? Are you forgetting something?" I asked her, throwing a questioning look. She still grinned.
"Sorry. I'm broke."
"What?!" No way Carly Shay's broke. I mean, I just kissed Freddie Benson here because we were on a bet! And now, my best friend tells me she's broke. Way to go, Sam. I just didn't what happened. Money blinded me? Nah. I should've, I SHOULD HAVE known that Carly would do this to me. But suddenly, I thought the kiss was a prize enough for the bet.
"Sorry, Sam. Well, have a nice day!" she waved, and locked herself in her apartment.
"What? But I... But we... But... I hate you Carly Shay!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Carly didn't do this. But she did. Carly did! What had blinded me? What? It wasn't money! It wasn't pride! I knew what blinded me. My desire to kiss Freddie. I didn't like it, but it was there, out in the open.
"You'll thank me someday, Sam!" Carly shouted from behind the door. I can't believe this. And now, Freddie was staring at me, looking extremely confused about what was happening. He walked over to me, a questioning look plastered on his face.
"What?" I said, looking fiercely at him.
"You did that for a bet, didn't you?" he asked, knowingly.
"Yeah, so? Do you care?" I snapped.
"I bet you can't do it again." he said, grinning. I know where this is going. He wants me to kiss him... again.
"Of course I can." I answered, smiling.
"Prove it."
"Shut up, Fredward." I punched him in the gut and walked away, not daring to deliver another look. But he knew, as well as I did, that we liked it both. Even though Carly made me.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
NOTICE!
Guys, if you're reading this, I've been away for a week, which meant no updates. But I'll be putting the Seddie fics I've written for download, so enjoy the things you'll be reading! And I'll also write new stuff. Keep watch.
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