Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my pride ;D Oh snapz

(Italics = thoughts)

I let out a heavy sigh. 1:03 AM. I've been sleeping late recently. It sucks because it's all because of this she-demon named Sam. Heh. She's not a she-demon, really. She's cool. GAHH. I ask myself why I've "fallen" for her. I honestly don't know why. I turn to face the wall, my phone next to me. Damn. I can't sleep. I begin thinking about the times we hung out. I'm like those love sick kids man, I scold myself. Being in "love" – I hate that word – sucks.

- Flashback-

Sam is sitting in front of me in bio. She fell asleep. I kick her chair but she scoots her chair in making me miss.

"Arghh" I cry as my leg hit the table. She turns to me and smirks. The teacher also looks up too but she's one of those teachers that don't really give a crap about students.

"Fredward, you silly boy" she states, "don't ever wake me up" Then she lightly taps my cheeks.

I could feel the heat rising to my face as she turns. I kinda like her hands on my face. My god, that sounds weird I thought to myself.

-Normal -

I check the time again. I see the bright red lights screaming "1:10." I turn back to my old position and feel my phone blocking my cheek from my mattress. I pick it up and unlock it. My background picture is Sam. I didn't set it up, don't worry. Sam decided it was funny if she took a lovely picture of herself and set is as my background. It is actually a natural looking picture so whatev's. She is doing her little infamous "half smile" as some people call it. She took it a few days ago. Ah. Good day.

-Flashback-

"Freddie, gimme your phone for a sec." She calls out. We were staying after school. She had detention; I was just waiting for her.

"No."

"Why nooooooooooooooooooooooot?" She pouts. I hate pouty faces. Not really.

"Last time, you threw my phone out the window."

"BECAUSE IT WAS ONE OF THOSE 'SHOCK PROOF' PHONES! I HAD TO TRY IT OUT!"

"Ugh. Whatever." I hand her my phone. "Where's Carly anyways?"

"She'll never love you" Wow… Of all the ways to reply. "I think she's with her beau, what's his face"

"Chris"

"Yeah, whatever. Him" She continues playing/MESSING with my phone. I start working on my homework when I hear a 'click' noise.

"Conceited much?" I ask her. She gives me the finger and grins at her picture, I guess.

"New background! Don't change it dork"

"Whatever" I shrug and get back to work. I hear her mumbling, I'm assuming she's using my phone.

"You could just use your own phone." I said as she ended her call.

"Yeah but most people already blocked MY number. And besides, my phone is in my backpack."

I look at her then her backpack. It's right next to her. "It's right next to you."

"It's like you don't know me at all." She shakes her head. I hear a car honk. "Ah. There's my ride. See ya later" She gave me my phone and whispers IN MY EAR (SHE'S SO CLOSE ) "Thanks dork"

-Normal-

I can't stand this anymore. It is 1:24 and I wanna sleep. I grab my phone and scroll for her number. I don't have to really; she's number 4 on speed dial. Carly is 5 because since she is nearby, I could just walk over there and talk to her there. I don't care about her reaction. I just wanna sleep, but this girl keeps plaguing my mind. I find her number and call it.

Oh crap. What the hell am I doing? She answers just as I was about to hang up.

"Mmmh?"

"Sam? Sorry to call this late but I need to say this now or I'll die from exhaustion" I hold my breath. "I like you. Very much. Anything you'd like to say?"

"…" It's quiet. Ohcrapohcrapohcrap. "Ahem (she coughs). 'Ts too late. Goodnahhh"

She hung up. Damn. I put my phone down. What did she mean it was too late? Now I know I won't be able to sleep so I sit up and walk to the fire escape.

SAM'S PLACE & POV

Stupid dork with his stupid phonecalls interrupting my stupid sleep. I place my head on my pillow.

I yawn. "Everyone knows… he likes…me" Wait. That doesn't sound right at all. I shoot out of bed. "WHAT THE HELL?!" I pace around my room. So Freddie likes me, eh. I smile to myself and ran outside.

FREDDIE'S PLACE & NORMAL POV

Freddie looks out at the street. He's been there for about 10 minutes.

"Hopefully, she'll forget that" He says as he walks to back inside.

"Now why would I wanna do that?"Freddie tenses up.

"Sam?" He turns to look at her.

"Let's go get some tacos and talk." She says waving her hand to leave

Freddie looks back at his apartment. "What the heck." He leaves his mom a note just in case they don't come back in time saying he slept at Carly's and walk to the closest and open taco shop hand in hand.

-EXTRA ENDING! I suppose-

"There's your proof on how broccoli affects your actions!" Carly ends the show... WITH A TWIST!

She shows a clip... of us (Sam and I) holding hands. Damn.

Note: I don't know. I can't sleep so here's what I did. First thing I've ever written that wasn't required for a grade (DID THAT EVEN MAKE SENSE?!). ... Unless you people wanna give me a grade. I'm trying to improve my writing by avoiding choppy-ness. Hopefully, this wasn't choppy or crappy. ... I think it's decent? D: Be honest, but not too harsh. I could take it. FYI, English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any annoying mistakes. Heh. This is probably the only thing I'll ever write so... at least tell me how it is? :)