She’s half expecting the Rick Rolled song to start playing at any moment because this can not be real life. Which is fine by Sam because, seriously, it hasn’t sunk in. Apparently neither can Carly because her immediate reaction is to blurt out, “You love Sam?!” at the top of her lungs. She can’t quite wrap her head around what Freddie just said, can’t quite understand the words that he’s just so clearly spoken. Sam blinks slowly, eyes narrowing in confusion. Mostly because I’d die with someone I love, and that’s fine with me.” Partly because I bet it will be awesome and we’ll go out in a blaze of glory and ham. And chizz, even if we do end up doing something stupid that gets us killed, I won’t regret it. Just because she thinks Sam is a bad influence that will one day get me killed doesn’t mean I think that. “I think it’s about time I didn’t let my mother decide my future for me,” he says resolutely. There’s a long, lingering silence before Freddie answers. “Then who?” Carly whispers, so softly Sam almost doesn’t hear it, really doesn’t want to. She leans heavily against the wall, one arm on the railing shaking as she tries to keep herself standing. The realization almost breaks her right then and there on the steps leading down to the living room, out of sight from her two friends. She tries to tell herself that she could, that she could do it for Freddie because that’s what you do when you love someone, isn’t it? Let them go. She could have for Carly, because she loved Carly too, Carly was her best friend. But watching Freddie marry someone else? Someone she might not even know, or wasn’t even friends with? She didn’t think she could do that. She’d long ago resigned herself to watching Carly and Freddie walk down the isle together while she stood on the sidelines and wished them well, because that was just what she did.
Sam can hear Carly’s vaguely surprised sharp inhale of breath, barely audible over the shattering of her own heart. “I didn’t say I was in love with you,” Freddie interrupts.
“You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me as long as-” Sam still remembers how often he used to say it to Carly’s face, childhood “I love you’s” and promises that she fears might not have been so childish after all. Freddie has never been afraid of admitting anything, especially something like love. “Yes,” she hears Freddie admit quietly, like he’s afraid of saying it, which is odd. Truthfully, she’d never really expected anything more. But hearing Carly pester him about something like that less than a week later was heartbreaking all the same. Sam didn’t hold that against him, never would. Benson forcing him to break up with her had been the perfect Out he’d been looking for. Even if Freddie had gone on a date with her, had played along like the polite boy that he was, that’s all it had ever been. It’s not out of hope that it does so, she knows better than to hope. “Are you in love or not?” she practically shrieks, and out of sight Sam feels her heart almost stop. “So … What was in that chicken pot pie? I mean, I know ‘chicken’ obviously but what other-”Ĭarly’s voice cuts off Freddie’s nervous ramblings mid sentence. It takes everything she has not to leap down the rest of the stairs and into the Shay’s living room and confront them, to ask why they think it’s okay to talk about her behind her back. She can hear them talking, hear their voices she knows they think are hushed but really aren’t. Sam stays frozen in mid step halfway down the stairs, her heart hammering in her chest. B<Ī/N: This is based on this post that went around on Tumblr. I FINISHED! I WORKED ON IT ALL DAY AND I FINISHED.
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