Rating: T / PG-13

Words: 2164

Warnings: Its awful and nothing happens.

Summary: Freddie had proposed to Carly Shay on a blustery October morning. Three weeks later Sam was gone. You do the math.

Genre: Romance / Wangst

Status: Complete

Notes: I wrote this on the train back home today while i was listening to Miley Cyrus so don't expect great literature. Its not original or cute and it probably wont make you feel very good but meh. It hasn't been beta'ed so expect spelling and grammatical errors because I dont really read my own work back because of the epic shame I feel.


You don't have to love me
For me to, baby, ever understand
Just know I love the time that we both had
And I don't ever want to see you sad, be happy
Cause I don't want to hold you
If you don't want to tell me you love me babe
Just know I'm gonna have to walk away
I'll be big enough for both of us to say, be happy

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Sam Puckett was a born for Texas. Sun, steak houses and NASCAR; what's not to love right? She wasn't much for plan making, but in the back of her mind, she always knew she'd end up there. She didn't know why or how, she just knew. It was one of those gut feeling she liked to live by. One day, she woke up, packed her car with as little as she could live with and headed on down. No plans, no job, certainly no friends or family. Just her and the open road. It was liberating. It was scary. But it was a beginning . And Sam needed one of those.

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The cause of this was pretty obvious to anybody who didn't really know them that well. When you were smack bang in the middle of an emotional entanglement this complicated its hard to see the truth, no matter how much you feel it deep down, your mind doesn't want to acknowledge it until after its all done. Perspective.

Freddie had proposed to Carly Shay on a blustery October morning. Three weeks later Sam was gone. You do the math.

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