LEANING TO her side, Sam's vision creased below the pillows surface. Gripping the blanket over her, she watched as her knuckles turned completely white. It was evident she couldn't control her own thoughts below her feelings.
Tonight, all Sam could see was imperfection. In the mirror her stare fell on a blonde girl– there were tear stains on her pale cheeks, along with makeup carelessly smearing down her chin– Sam stared at her own eyes in the mirror.
What had she been crying about?
Was it the fact she hadn't slept for thirty-hours, or was it the boy keeping her up? Freddie of course... he was always in her head, messing with her. That selfish boy that hadn't done anything physically wrong.
Sam was overthinking again. Calling him names... bullying him... pretending he didn't matter to her. It was all a little game she had made. So why was it so hard to give it up?
She couldn't take anymore of it, and Sam was sure Freddie could use a break, but... he ruined the plan again. Freddie couldn't get enough of her 'normal' behavior, and she could see it. All of these years hurt him, and it didn't make an effect anymore.
Did he think it was funny she was breaking everyday? That under the walls of secrets he couldn't help but tear everything down from the game.
Maybe he was the one manipulating her... no. Sam wouldn't let him win her heart that easily. Even if Freddie knew her weak spots, Sam would win. She'd do anything to make sure Freddie stayed in the same spot he'd always been... in love with someone else.
Puckett's don't play to get even... they play to win.
***Next day***
"Sam? Did you hear anything I just said?!" Carly asked, a mixture of concern and annoyance in her tone. "I've been talking to you for eight minutes."
"Oh right... I was just fantasizing about food again. Do you have any ham?"
Carly smirked, forgetting all about her concern. "Spencer just bought some. Don't eat it all! Me and Spencer still need something to eat for dinner!"
Sam pulled out ham from the kitchen fridge– ready to devour her meal. "I thought Spencer only knew how to make spaghetti tacos, and burnt salad."
Carly shrugged, almost agreeing. "That salad was really burnt."
Within the second Freddie Benson ran into the Shay apartment– 'did he even knock?' Sam thought miserably.
"Hey ladies... plus Sam." Freddie teased. Sam glared at him, flicking a piece of ham at his striped shirt.
"Things will never change." Carly cooed. Everyone except Sam really agreed.
"Hey Carls, guess who changed the date?" Freddie excitedly cheered.
"Wait. you're serious?!" Carly screamed.
"Yes! I'm serious. I got Gibby and Tashia to even come too."
"Oh my gosh! I have to start shopping for a dress, or maybe some more shoes!"
Sam looked in between Carly and Freddie– trying to understand they're interaction. "Um, what's going on?"
Carly snapped out of her daze to answer Sam. "Oh yea, sorry I didn't tell you Sam. Me and Freddie are going on a double date with Gibby and Tasha, plus... well you know that guy I met on the football team, Isaac?" Carly paused, letting Sam nod or react. "I got him and his girlfriend to come! I'm going to try and get him jealous by going out with Freddie for the night!"
Silence filled Sam's lines, and instead of making the scene Sam played in her head– (where she freaked out and stormed out of the room) Sam simply faked a smile. "That's *eating silence* great."
"I know!" Carly yelled. "Freddie made up the idea."
"Yea, I thought it would be nice for Carly to get something she wanted for once. Plus, what's the fun without a little jealousy match, right?" Freddie said, his eyes staring into Sam's intently.
"Right!" Carly was completely oblivious to the tension. "You know what? I'm going to go shopping for a dress now! I'll be back in an hour!" Carly ran out of the apartment.
Sam continued to eat ham, though she wasn't hungry anymore. Every instinct copy and pasted into her head was useless against this situation. It was either she told Freddie her feelings, and asked if he was trying to make her jealous for some kind of plan or... act normal and continue caring silently.
Freddie lost interest in Sam eating alone in the silence game– he opened his mouth to speak. "So... you aren't even moved a little bit about this? I thought you'd make some kind of remark to tease me."
"No, not today Fredweird. It was only a matter of time before Carly fell for your love games, right?" Sam replied, calmer than him.
"Have you hit the age Puckett's mature? What kind of game are you playing?"
"Not everything is a game Freddie." Sam whispered, she couldn't find the strength in her voice to be louder.
Sam stopped eating and put the ham away in the fridge. Freddie sighed. "I know something is wrong with you. Why won't you talk to me, or Carly? I thought you were at least best friends with her?" Freddie paused. "What happened..."
"Maturity, am I right?" Sam teased, her back facing Freddie as she left the Shay apartment. "Tell Carly I can't make it to rehearsal tomorrow, I need to get home to my mom."
"Wait, Sam!"
She slammed the door behind her shut– it was long before she let her shoulders slump and her lips untangle to a frown. 'Forget him...'
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Fanfiction"Isn't love supposed to be... wanted?" "That's fake care, dork." --- When Sam and Freddie learn about they're hidden love for each other, and decide it'd effect they're lives to dangerously, both of them make a deal. --- Rule 1: Don't show affection...
