Seddie OneShots (requests CLOSED)

Chapter 5

I'm really sorry I haven't updated in a long time, things have been super busy  for me. I got a lot of support from you guys on my first four chapters, and I've finally decided to write some more. Since these are oneshots, they are going to be an ongoing story. I'll try to write at least one a week since I know you guys like them. I'll make sure to make this chapter a bit longer in compensation for not writing for a while. Once I get Seddie oneshots and Ty's foot oneshots up and running again, and then I think I'll try to start a Reylo fanfic (tell me if you guys would want to see that). I am also thinking of starting a Septiplier and CraftBattleMariee fanfic, but that won't be until way into the future, if I even get to those. I want to thank you guys again for all the support I've had over the past year or two, it means a lot  to me. Now that I've rambled enough, I should probably start the story... :)

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Jealous

Sam didn't want to admit to the fact that she still had feelings for Freddy. So she denied it. Carly bugged her time and time again, but she swore up and down that he didn't matter to her anymore. She didn't want to hurt him again to avoid her feelings; that would  make it even more painfully obvious (no pun intended :)). She watched as her  best friend and ex boyfriend gradually fell in love with each other again. Sam couldn't take it. She loved Carls, but she was jealous that she had Freddie. As much as she wanted him back, she knew the situation was out of control. Her only option was to get as far away as she could. 

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"Hey, watcha doing Sam?" asked Carly.

"I'm getting all my clothes out of your closet."

"What for?"

"Reasons."

"I hate that your being so distant lately. What's up?"

"Nothing."

"Sam, I'm your best friend. You can tell me."

"Leave me alone."

"Sam! I just want to talk."

"Leave Freddie alone!," Sam yelled as she ran out of the room. 

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Sam hopped on her mom's motorcycle and starting driving blindly through the night. As hard as she tried, she couldn't keep the tears from trickling down her face. She saw a blur on the sidewalk close to her. 

"Sam! Sam, wait up!"

It was Freddie running after her. She couldn't bring herself to stop the motorcycle, even for him. 

"Sam! Come back! We need to talk!"

Sam kept on driving. Her vision blurred as fresh tears ran down her face. She heard Freddie screaming some more, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. His screams turned frantic, and suddenly she understood why. There was a huge taco truck falling over on its side in the lane next to her. She veered to the left to try to avoid it, but was not fast enough. Just before it fell over, she felt a pair of muscular arms yanking her away. Before she lost consciousness, the last thing she felt was the debris of the crash blowing everywhere.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Sam groaned as she sat up. She shrieked as a searing pain went up her back.

"It's okay Sam, just lie back down."

Sam recognized the voice beside her. 

"Freddie?" Sam asked groggily.

"I'm here for you, Sam. I'm sleeping here at the hospital until you're better, it's all going to be okay," he said. 

"What happened?"

"You almost got hit by a taco truck."

Sam started to laugh, but ended up groaning as she felt pain shooting up her rib cage.

"What a coincidence, huh?"

She managed a weak smile. Freddie smiled back. Sam's face slowly melted into a confused frown.

"How did I get here?"

"I tried to grab you before it fell. You were knocked out by a vat of queso, so I took you over here."

"Just the way I would've wanted to go."

"It's not your time yet Sam. I couldn't have taken it if you had died."

"No, you couldn't have taken it if Carly had died. You could probably care less about me."

"You know that's not true."

"Try me, Benson."

"I'm only flirting with Carly because I'm not over you, and I wanted to make you jealous. If I'm not mistaken, I think it worked."

"You're definitely mistaken."

"So if you had the option to let me kiss you, or I make out with Carly, what would you pick?"

Sam sighed. She knew Freddie was right.

"That's what I thought," he said in reply.

Then, he walked over to Sam's bed and grasped her hand. 

"Sam, I will always love you. No matter what happens, I will always be there for you. I want you to remember that."

"I love you too, Fredbag."

Freddie leaned over and kissed her.