𝐢𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝘚𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦

002; A MILLION AGAINST YOU

❝There are a million ways we should've died before today. And a million ways we can die before tomorrow. But we fight... for every second we get to spend with each other. Whether it's two minutes, or two days... we don't give that up. I don't want to give that up. My vote? Let's just wait it out. You know we can... be all poetic and just lose our minds together..❞ 

second one-shot (sequel to: "DREAMING FOREVER")

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𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 woke up, opening her eyes to her bitter and silent room. For a house that had two stories, and more than one person living inside in it, silence consumed it. As many days Sam swore things would change in the small home, it never did, and maybe she was a small part of it. Waking up every morning— she had the same routine to keep quiet, even if she wanted change Sam wasn't the one who wanted to make it happen.

Picking up her coat from the desk sitting beside the main door, Sam left the home looking everywhere but down. She took a taxi to Bushwell Plaza, as she continued to stare at one item in her hand that seemed more important than anything in the world— her pear-phone.

Fifteen missed calls, nineteen messages, and one voicemail from Freddie Benson. Sam watched as her phone buzzed with one notification after another with satisfaction. Every second of last night was clear like the sun, but just as alarming as staring at the sun. "I love you, Sam..." Freddie told her, and so it stuck in her brain like concrete.

Once she was inside Bushwell Plaza, one doorman was missing from her sight. Weird, Sam thought as she looked at the empty desk. "Hey... you came." Freddie had been watching Sam since she walked in the apartment building. "Lubert has the day-off today. Something about a vacation he had been saving up on. It's a relief I can talk to you without him yelling at us.."

"Aren't you supposed to be at school already?" Sam says, with her famous confused look. "You never miss a day of it. I'm the person who skips it, remember?" She tries to ignore Freddie's tired look, but she doesn't notice that they've been staring at each other.

Freddie rejects the question. "Why haven't you been answering my calls. I thought, after last night me and you were good... unless you thought I forgot." He walks closer to her with caution. "Sam, I remember everything. At the moment I thought it was a dream— a prank, even, but... after what happened I don't think I can accept that."

Sam never says a word. What is she supposed to say? At the moment she's trying to pretend that this is a normal interaction, and acts like they're still frenemies. "Please, just stop. Why would you want to remember what I said? I thought you were delusional!"

"Sam, I already told you I love you-"

She cut his words off with her own. "No, you don't! W-we hate each other remember? We can't love each other." Sam's mind is racing to another limit. "You're lying... this... us... what about everything? Our friendship, if we break up we won't-"

"Did you even hear me? I love you..." Freddie sighed walking up to Sam. "I can't take that back." They're fingers intertwined, and Freddie smiled. "I heard you say it last night too, liar."

Sam was at a loss at words for him. "You pretended to be asleep, jerk-face!" Sam began hitting Freddie playful on the arm. "Damn it, you're so cliche."

"That would hurt more if you were really trying to hurt me." Freddie rubbed his arm.

With a sigh, Sam grinned in front of Freddie. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"You know I'm not leaving until you do." Freddie waited patiently, with crossed arms.

"I'm sorry..."

"And?"

"I love you," Sam looked at Freddie, who was still waiting for her to finish the sentence. "Even when I hate you."

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: It's short, mostly because I didn't realize that I basically ended the story last one-shot. So, I published it earlier. Lucky me, it only took five drafts to find what I wanted to write. ⍨