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Freddie woke up. He threw off the blue duvet and sat at the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, elbows resting on his knees. He stared at his hands deep in thought. Decisions, decisions.
His mom called from the kitchen. "Freddie, hurry! You're going to be late for school!"
Freddie slowly stood up. As he walked to his dresser he glanced out the window. The sky was gray.
Sam ignored him the whole day. Whenever they passed each other in hallways, she looked determinedly in the opposite direction. Lunch was eaten quickly and quietly. And since they were lab partners, chemistry was a mix of awkward silences and spilt chemicals.
Freddie noticed she drifted around, lacking her normally loud demeanor, going to her classes without fuss. She was there, but barely.
A confused Carly confronted him just before last period, roughly grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around as he was retrieving his literature book from his locker.
"What did you do?"
Freddie was bewildered. "What did I do to what?"
"To Sam! What did you do to Sam!? Why is she all depressed?"
"What makes you think I did anything!?!"
"Yesterday, I went to the Groovy Smoothie after school. When I left my place, Sam was fine. When I returned, she was gone and you looked like you'd been struck by lightning." Carly glared at him. "I'm not stupid, Freddie, something happened while I was gone."
He let out a deep breath. "Look, I didn't do anything. It's just-"
"You know what? Whatever. Just...fix it. I have to go." Carly started to walk off, but Freddie, due to a sudden urge, grabbed her arm.
"Wait. Carly, I need some help. "
Carly turned around, still slightly angry. "What?
"What, Freddie? I need to get to class."
The question just flew out. "Do you always listen to your feelings?"
She was taken aback. "My feelings? What are you talking about?"
"I don't know. It's just that lately... I've been having all these... different feelings," Freddie sunk to the floor, sitting against the lockers with his face in his hands. "And I don't know what they mean. I don't know what to do about it."
Carly joined him on the ground. "Well, what are these feelings about?"
"See! That's the thing. I don't know what these feelings are. They just appear whenever I'm around certain people."
"Then who are these people?"
He started playing with the frayed end of his shoelace. Then he muttered, "Jenny."
Carly was surprised. "What's so confusing? She is your girlfriend. You're probably just-"
Freddie closed his eyes. "And Sam."
He heard a gasp.
"I can't get her out of my head, Carly. I should hate her, but for some reason I.... And Jenny, I really like her, but sometimes I just.... It's these damned feelings. They don't help me, they don't tell me anything, but they're still there."
Carly let out a deep breath. She carefully thought out her words. "Freddie, I'm still puzzled, I don't know what these feelings are, I have no idea what you are going through, and I can give you no solution to your...situation. But I can tell you this: sometimes you have feelings that confuse you. And it may be completely impossible to understand these emotions. So the best thing you can do is give it some thought and pick one feeling. The one that feels the best. Follow it, and hope you've done the right thing."
Carly stood up. "You're a good guy, Freddie. You'll make the right choice." She patted his shoulder and walked away.
Freddie sat there, in a state of semi-consciousness until the final bell rang and students once again filled the hallway.
He looked up to see Jenny gazing down at him.
"What are you sitting down there for?"
"Jenny...we need to talk."
Freddie burst through Carly's door to see Sam lounging on the couch. She spared him a glance before returning her attention to Girly Cow. Freddie flopped down next to her and watched the cartoon for a couple seconds. Then he said it.
"I broke up with her."
Sam quickly turned her head. "What?"
"I broke up with Jenny."
She gaped at him, opening and closing her mouth a couple times before asking. "Why?"
Freddie turned to her. "Because she was perfect."
Sam's eyes grew steely. She stood up. "Look, I don't need to hear how-"
"I didn't want perfect."
Sam sat back down. "Explain."
Freddie took a deep breath. "Lately I've been feeling things. Confusing things. And today, I talked to Carly. She told me to think and choose the best feeling and just...go with it. So I thought long and hard. And I realized that...I didn't want perfect.
I broke up with Jenny because...I broke up with her because she didn't make fun of my car. I broke up with her because she didn't insult me. I broke up with her because she didn't make me pay for her stuff. I broke up with her because she never played pranks on me. I broke up with her because she didn't eat like there was no tomorrow. I broke up with her because she didn't throw random objects at me when she was angry. I broke up with her because she never got angry. I broke up with her because she never showed any emotion except for happiness. I broke up with her because she wasn't complex or confusing. I broke up with her because she didn't make every day a different day."
Freddie paused. Then he continued, "You were right, Sam. Jenny was perfect, but perfection isn't everything. I guess I broke up with her because she wasn't you. And you're the one I...I love. I love your consistent inconsistencies, your bursts of emotion, your insults, your personality, everything. There's only one Sam Puckett in the world. And even if she's not perfect, she's the one I love."
Sam grinned. "Damn straight."
She leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn't soft and sweet. It was hard, rough, and pure, 100% Sam. They started to lean into the kiss more. Freddie's tongue asked her lips for entrance. And she pushed him off.
Sam smirked. "Uh uh. No frenching until I get a smoothie, nub. Hop to it."
"Ugh, Sam, you're so..."
She narrowed her eyes.
"Sam, you're so... Sam."
I know I kept Freddie's feelings unclear, but I needed to show how sometimes feelings are impossible to comprehend and the only thing you can do is follow the one that feels the best. I don't know if that makes sense, but that's what I do when I'm in a situation like Freddie's.
Story trivia: Jenny Madigan's initials are the same as Jennette McCurdy's. It's a little joke, y'know, because Jenny is who Sam is not. And Jennette plays Sam...yeah, not funny...huh. Oh, and the last part of this chapter was the first part of the story I wrote. Yeah, I worked backwards.
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