The first time they did it, Freddie was pretty confused. Not only because his only experience with the other gender up to that point had been strictly confined to late nights sitting in front of his computer screen, mother asleep, door locked, and headphones on with the volume turned all the way down, pumping a tightly clenched fist quickly up and down in his lap, but more importantly because he had been pretty sure that Sam hated him with every last fiber of her being. And, the last time he checked, you didn’t just go and have sex with someone you hate.
It was the summer after junior year and Freddie had just finished brushing his teeth and was about to go to bed when his cell phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey Fredward.”
“Sam? What do you want?”
“Can you come over here?”
“What? It’s past 1:00. Why?”
“Can I not just want to see you?”
“…”
“Look, you can either come over here by yourself or I can come over there and make you.”
“OK, fine. Whatever.” Click.
Freddie pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, kicked his shoes on and quietly snuck out of his room, being careful to avoid that spot in the hallway with the weak floorboard so he wouldn’t wake his mother who was asleep just down the hall. He snatched his keys from the tray by the door and then slid out of the apartment without making so much as a sound.
It was 1:15 when he pulled up to the curb in front of Sam’s house. He saw the light in Sam’s window on as he was walking up the path, so he didn’t bother to ring the doorbell or knock. A few moments after stepping onto the porc Continue reading
