A.N: Plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone! I hope you like it. Its okay, I guess. It's just a two-shot. But that's up to YOU to decide. So R&R!
"Maybe you should wear waterproof mascara," Carly subjected jokingly. "Haha! Just incase you cry."
"Mama doesn't cry." I replied arrogantly.
"Well I don't care." Carly said, passing me a bright blue tube of waterproof black mascara.
"It's just a party!" I snapped, unscrewing the lids and pulling out the black wand.
"Try the party. People have been talking about it for weeks!" She said.
"I know. I'm just not in the party mood." I said dully.
"Well get into the party mood. Because, Sam, Freddie's going to be there!" Carly said, a smile poking at her cheeks.
"Nah, I'm over Freddie." I said blushing.
"Sure you are." She said back.
"Besides, he's been ignoring me for weeks." I said, and if possible, blushing even harder.
The room was dark, really dark. I could barely make out Carly, and she was right next to me. The room was small and filled with people ready to party. That is, everyone but me. Freddie hasn't spoken to me in weeks, and I don't know why.
As the night passed, I wasn't having fun. Around me, my peers were laughing and dancing. But all I could think about was Freddie. He wouldn't leave my head. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't see him, though and crowd and the darkness, but I needed to talk to him. I needed to know why he wouldn't talk to me, why he hated me. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and looked at the wall paper. It was a picture of Freddie and me, just smiling with goofy expressions on our faces. I searched through my contacts until his name lit across the screen.
Are you still mad at me?
It was all I could think of to say, seeing as I was texting a boy just a few feet in front of me, even though he was not identifiable.
But he never replied. So, I tried again.
So what, are you never going to talk to me again?
Again, nothing. It was like I didn't exist.
A little while later, as I was going outside when I felt a tug at my arm. I turned around slowly and I was face to face with Freddie Benson, for the first time in a while. I felt nervous because the look on his face wasn't exactly pleasant. I also got a feeling this wasn't going to be a good conversation.
"Hey…" I mumbled out, trying not to cry.
"Look Sam. Stop, okay? Just stop. You are always putting me down and calling me names, and I'm sick and tired of putting up with it. You know you really hurt my feelings and now you go on acting like you did nothing. I can't handle it anymore Sam! I'm done!" He snapped at me, never taking a breath before walking past me, and he never looked back.
It's like he didn't need my in his life anymore. So he shut me out. He just walked away. I felt my knees go weak and my breathing became hard. I ran into the bathroom and shut the door before anyone could see me cry. I collapsed onto the floor and cried until I couldn't anymore. I forced myself up and looked into the mirror. My face was red from crying. But, thank God, my make-up had stayed put. All thanks to the waterproof mascara. I pulled out my phone and began to text Freddie again.
I'm so sorry! I didn't know being, well me, was really hurting you. I never meant to, and I never wanted to. I'm sorry I can be mean. But I didn't mean any harm, especially not to you. I'm so, so sorry!
I sent this message with much regret. I looked like an idiot, but Freddie was worth it, at least, I think.
After a while, I finally got a reply.
Sorry doesn't make it better.
You like it? Tell me if I should make the other part have a happy ending, or a sad ending, cause I can do both.