A/N- Sorry for not updating in a while. I'm just having a little trouble thinking of ideas for this. Same goes with my other story, Loved Stoned. I know you guys want me to update that one, but my ideas are blank. So, if you want to shoot me a message for any ideas, go for it. Thanks.
Now, enjoy this chapter. :]
Chapter 7 - Self Pity.
Around midnight, Sam awoke, where she was lying on the floor, looking at a blurred Spencer. She couldn't tell if he was angry or not. Her head kept spinning. She shook her head back and forth. That only made her feel even more sick, though she tried to hold any vomit in as long she could.
Looking up at Spencer again, she said in a shaking tone, "I'm so sorry. Truly sorry. For everything. It was my fault. I was wrong to pressure Carly, and take your car. I was about this whole night. I swear if I could take it back, I would. I messed up, but don't I always?" She took a breath. "And I admit…" Tears formed in her eyes. "I'm a terrible friend."
Spencer came to her. "No you're not…" Sam cut him off by shouting, "Then why did Carly tell me off and that she never wants to talk to me again!"
He hugged her. "Carly's just upset right now. And You know how your fights are; they only last like what, a week, then it finally blows over and you guys are friends again."
"I have a feeling that it won't happen like that, Spence. Carly will never ever…" He cut her off, saying, "You don't have to worry."
She sighed. "I am worried." She tried to get up but fell back down. He helped her up; her eyes met his. He looked at her oddly. "Sam, what're you…" She planted a kiss on his lips. His eyes got wider and he said, "Uh… uh… I think… stop…" She pulled away, looking crushed, "You didn't like it?"
"Um, Sam, I do like you." He said, and her eyes brighten. But as he continued, "Only like a sister." And that's when her heart sunk again.
She tried to lean in for another kiss, but he stopped her. "Sam, please. You're very drunk, this is so wrong."
She shrugged and smiled, "Even more fun." She reached out to tickle him.
"Sam, I'm serious."
She looked at him with those glossy sad eyes again. "I don't need you." She started stumbling along toward the door.
"Sam, you can stay here. You're way too drunk to be walking home." He said, softly and nice.
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do. I'm fine! " She ran out, slamming the door behind her. Some night she was having.
She paced back and forth in the hallway. Sighing, she went to the wall and kicked it, then slid her back down it, with her hands covering her eyes. What was wrong with this picture? Everything. She wasn't the one who got all depressed and lonely. Usually when something bad happens in her life, she would just suck it up and be happy. But not this time. It was because of her best friend, who she thought would be forever, hated her now.
Freddie just walked out his door and seen her. He went over and asked, "Sam, you okay?" She didn't respond. He asked again, "What's wrong?" Still no answer. He waited, then sat down beside her. "Sam, it's going to be okay." And with that being said, she finally spoke, "You don't know that, Freddie. I fudged up. Everyone hates me. End of story." she said seriously.
"No one hates you. Sure, you might irritate people. But that makes you, well, you. And I mean that in a good way." He smiled.
"I didn't need your opinion, Fredbag!" She shot back at him in a rude tone.
He shook his head in confusion. "I was just trying to help."
"Well don't, and just go away."
He sat there in silence, thinking that he wasn't going anywhere. "I'm staying right here," he said with a straight face. She narrowed her eyes at him for a few seconds, then just started bawling. He held his arms out and she wrapped hers around him. The two sat there for a moment.
"Sam, I'll always be here for you. Even when you and Carly start being friends again."
"Why?" she asked nicely.
"Because everyone needs a friend when they go through something rough."
She lifted up from his shoulder. "I was wrong to doubt you."
His eyes got wider as she leaned in closer and smiled. "Thanks for staying here with me." Then continued with a kiss.
He pulled back with a smile on his face. "Does this mean you don't hate me anymore?"
She giggled. "I never actually hated you." Then asked, "Hey, remember when we said that we hated each other when we had our first kiss?"
"Yeah… So, you really like me?"
"Exactly. Well I love you." She drew a heart with her hands. "Like you said, when a girl rips on a guy it really means she has a majorcrush on him."
He laughed, then asked, "So do you need somewhere to stay?"
"Ooo, Freddie, someone wants me." She said flirty.
"Uh, no. I'm just being nice." He said seriously.
She just looked at him with an upsetting face.
"Sam, you okay?"
She gotten up and started to walk away, stumbling once again. "Fudge you."
He was confused. "What? Sam, we're not doing what you're thinking."
She turned back around to him. "Oh, I see. You say you like me, then say you don't? Make up your mind, Freddie!"
He gotten up. "I really like you."
"See!" she shirked. "So, let's…" She went back to him, playing flirty with his hair. "Me, you… Whatcha say?" She gotten even closer to him. He just pushed her away, softly, and said, "No, Sam. You're drunk."
She shrugged. "So, what if I wasn't? Would you then?"
"No."
She backed away, upset. "Wha? You said that you really liked me though."
"Sam, listen. I do, like I said. But I'm not ready to do that."
"But, Freddie…"
"Besides, you really shouldn't pressure someone into anything that they don't want to do. Especially when you're wasted."
She just stood there for a second, then sat back down on the floor. "Great. Now you hate me."
He looked confused, as he knew this answer was very familiar, "No, I don't hate you."
Burf.
"You better go lay down, Sam." He helped her up, took her hand, and guided her into his apartment. She laid down on the couch. Seconds later, she found herself running to the bathroom, with Freddie by her side. This was going to be a long night, he thought.
It's morning and Sam awoke, finding herself laying her head on the toilet. "Ow," she groaned, for she had a major headache. She sat there for a moment, then had gotten up and walked out into the hallway, where she had stopped in her tracks. Confused, she wondered how come she was in Freddie's apartment. Last night was all a blur now. She walked to Freddie, who was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. Wow, Freddie can cook? I'm impressed; She thought.
Looking back behind him, he asked, "Did the smell of food wake you up?" He chuckled sweetly.
"What happened last night?"
"You got wasted. Very. Much." He said, then went back to flipping an egg in the skillet.
"I know that, dipthong!" she snapped. "Why am I here?"
"You don't remember?"
"Nope. It's all a blur." She shrugged, "Well, I do remember Carly and I yelling at each other, but I don't know about what. … And that's about it."
"You don't wanna remember, trust me."
"Why?" she asked, sitting down at the table.
"Because you just don't. You were practically having a break down last night."
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"Never mind. Here." He handed her a plate with the breakfast on it.
"Thanks. But I don't think I could handle that yet." She said pushing it away, and completely forgetting the subject. "By the way, since when can you cook?"
He laughed. "My mom taught me."
"Ah, of course… So, where is she?"
"She stayed the night with some guy that she met."
It was silent for a second or so.
"Sam, do you remember something between me and you last night?"
Her eyes got wider as he said those last few words. "Uh, did we… you know?"
"Oh, no. Not at all."
Phew! She thought.
She had just taken a drink of water and he said this, "Though we did kiss." Spit take.
"Was that bad or a good thing?" he asked.
She didn't say anything.
"It should be a good thing, because I like you, Sam."
Oh, wow. Freddie just said that. Am I dreaming? Am I still drunk? Why can't I remember a damn thing from last night? Better yet, what all did I have to drink?
"Sam? You okay?"
She shook her head. "Yes. But I think I am dreaming…"
He smiled. "This is real life, Sam… And yes, I did say that I love you."
Oh. My. God. Now he just said the other L word. … Wait, he's leaning closer to me. What the? He just planted his lips on mine.
He pulled away and she was smiling. Then she quickly put on a straight face and shot back with this remark, "You're just lucky that I'm hung over; I would've pounded you for that."
He just smiled.
"What?"
"You're awesome." he said, still smiling.
"Nooo." She said in a sarcastic tone.
Knock, knock. "It's open. Come on in." Freddie yelled.
The person was Carly and when she opened the door, she quickly said, "I didn't know 'that' was gonna be here."
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To Be Continued… soon… or later… :/