Sorry for not updating this. Whoever you are out there...if you're about to be a junior in high school, get ready to go to hell and back. Anyways, I hope this was worth the wait. Thanks for reading.. :) I promise it won't be another year until another update.
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JS
Freddie expected to find Sam at some trap house or shady frat party but was instead met with the reality that she was, indeed, in the hallway directly outside his door. The bags under his eyes ached as the clock displayed the unGodly hour in which this was all unfolding. Freddie took a moment to gather himself both physically and mentally as he walked hesitantly towards the peeled, blue paint of his door. "Just rip off the bandaid," he thought to himself as he unlocked the door and swiftly swung it open. There sat Samantha Puckett against the door of the room opposite to his. Her mane of hair, now grown to reach the small of her back, lay fallen in her face- even as she looked up to meet his eyes.
"Sup," she barked, popping the "p" sassily.
Freddie said nothing, just continued to study her. He noticed she didn't smell of liquor and seemed relatively sober...
"Are you going to make me explain why I'm here?" She asked suddenly, jolting him out of his thoughts.
He took a deep breath and sighed heavily. He finally managed to say, "Just come inside."
She stood up, yanking her hood down from her head as she did, ultimately revealing all of her face. The color of her normally vibrant blue eyes now looked a drained, grey color- the innocence stolen from them. He shut the door behind him as she walked past him, straight for the small couch next to the window of his little apartment- the glass battered and blurred with rain from a typical Seattle night. He sat across from her, and blinked sleepily in her direction. It might have been the adrenaline wearing off, but ever since she had gotten here, he felt his body start to fall asleep without his consent. She must have felt the same because without a word, she stood up and walked lazily to his bed and wrapped herself in his soft comforter and sheets. He didn't question her, but simply followed her, telling her to "scoot over" as he tried his best to wrestle a part of the sheets away from her when he crawled in beside her. He smiled as she moved closer to him, molding her body to his and making something warm pull at his chest. No questions were asked as the two fell into the first deep, content sleep the other had had in over a year.
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Freddie stirred as the harsh, white light came streaming in his bedroom window in the early hours of the morning. A hint of a smile was etched on his face as he moved closer to the softness that was melded against his side. A sharp headache began to make it's evil self known as Freddie's eyes snapped open to see that Sam was no where in sight. He took a moment to thrash around in his bed, realizing that he had simply been snuggling with a lumpy pillow all night. Anger started to settle in-
How dare she just do this again? Freddie soon realized that he couldn't even smell a trace of her scent that he had so hoped she would have left behind; and then it hit him.
She was never even here at all.
It had all been an elaborate trick of his torturous and merciless mind- a dream- a figment of his imagination. A tear escaped from his weary eye without his consent. Freddie soon found himself in the throes of a panic attack of some sort-why him? Why this? And why her of all people? Something inside him snapped as he sharply whispered, "Enough of this" out loud to himself. Freddie pulled his phone from the top drawer of his bedside table and proceeded to dial Sam's number, her picture popping up as he did so. And that's when something inside him snapped; when he saw her face. Freddie threw his phone as hard as he could and watched it hit the wall in front of him. He didn't have to look to know the screen was shattered. No one had ever seen this dark and desolate side of Freddie; including himself. He was sick of her dancing on the back of his brain, teasing him with her absence. In the midst of it all, his phone began to vibrate. He took his hands from his face and picked his damaged phone up before the last ring.
"Hello?"
"Freddie...hi."
"Don't fucking call me again."
And with that, he turned his phone off completely.
