So many things i want to say

Freddork

Freddie's POV

I wonder what made Sam.. Sam.
Her smile?
Her eyes?
Her name calling?
Sam was Sam, and i was happy about that!!!
"Fredachini, i'm here. But dreamin' i'm not.."
Freddie rolled his eyes at this comment, and gestured her to sit down beside him. She did, and said
"What was it you wanted to say, and where's the chicken?"
Freddie scoffed, and pulled up a plate with a chicken leg on it.
" Sam. Sam?"
But the fair headed girl was not listening. That chicken had disappeared a while ago. Freddie wasn't  surprised.
" Sam. Why have you been so.. so.. kind to me?"
The girl tore her gaze off of his face and concentrated it on his shoes instead.
" Because i li-mrph"
She was cut off by Freddie's lips colliding onto hers. His meatball brown eyes were closed tight, and hers were too.
He pulled back. After all, the two of them were only eleven. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
" What does ' I  li -mrph ' mean Sam?"
" My way of saying i like you. Also, it would have helped if you hadn't kissed me, Freddork."
He grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry?"
" Nah, it's cool." She lazily said, her head on his shoulder.
Her eyes drooped shut, and so did his. The two fell asleep there, the Girly Cow theme tune playing in the background. Mrs.Benson came in the room, holding a giant machine with a small nozzle on the end.
" Freddie sweetie, it's time for your." She stopped  mid sentence, as she saw the two asleep. As much as she despised Sam, she'd always been a Seddie shipper. To be truthful, the only reason she hated Sam so much, was because Sam cared for Freddie as much as she did. She knew Sam didn't  want to show it, as it would ruin her reputation, but deep down, she cared for Freddie.
" Mom, what is it?" Freddie said groggily, rubbing his eyes, being careful not to wake Sam. But Mrs. Benson was nowhere to be seen.
Sam sat up, and Freddie jumped.
" Freddie?"
" Yes Sam?"
" Thanks for letting me sleep here last night, you know.."
Freddie frowned m. This was not at all like Sam. Sam grinned playfully.
" And for lending me fifty bucks."
Now this was more like Sam.
As Sam flounced out of the apartment, Freddie smiled. Then realised whether Sam was kidding.
He felt his pockets.
Nope.
Not a joke.
Fifty bucks had disappeared from the young boy's pocket, and into a certain blonds. Only she'd left him a little something too.
" Aw Sam!" The brunette boy exclaimed, as he read the note that he'd found in his pocket"
Later  loser!
Sam Puckett, out!
Ps- thanks though, really. I mean it. Also, i stole your shampoo.
~Sam Xxx

Freddie groaned. This was going too be a  looong weekend...