Across the Universe: Seddie FanFic
Sam watched as Fredward took off. Her heart sunk a little, but then she remembered that he didn't care about her, he only liked Carly.
"Now look what you did!" Carly scolded. "You upset the boy on his first night of real socialization!"
"Big deal…" Sam muttered.
"Big deal? It IS a big deal! Do you realize what's going to happen when Queen Benson sees that you've upset the prince that much? NEITHER of you will see the light of day again!"
Sam thought about this.
"Ummm…" Gibby said awkwardly.
"Oh, hi Gibby." Sam said. "Look, I need to go apologize to Prince Nubby, where can I find him?"
Gibby pointed to where the prince had left.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Well DUH, where would he have gone from there?"
"Oh, last door at the end of the hall. He's probably on his balcony." Gibby said.
Sam ran through the crowd, dodging dancers left and right. She had left Carly behind with Gibby, but she didn't particularly care at this point.
Sam then entered the dark hallway. She walked slowly, silently across the marble floors. She passed many doors in the wide hall, but had her eyes set on only one.
Sam could have easily crept through the castle and robbed the place clean. But she didn't, why though, she had no clue. She kept asking herself as she walked 'Why am I not taking every scrap of gold I can find?', but she couldn't answer herself.
Finally, the end of the hall was near, and she ducked into the shadow in front of it. She slowly opened the door and peered inside.
To Sam's dismay, there was a tall spiral staircase in front of her. She groaned quietly and began to climb them.
"Gibby is SO toast." she grumbled.
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Fredward opened the glass doors to his balcony and breathed in the fresh air. He walked out and gazed up at the moon and stars. As he tried to figure out why Samantha hated him so much already, he tried to make shapes in the stars.
Shapes in the stars were one of the things that the prince's father studied, and was one of the only things that Queen Benson would tell Fredward when he asked about his father.
Fredward didn't remember his father, as he was only an infant when he passed. Also, he didn't know what he looked like. After King Benson died, his wife had hidden all of the portraits of him out of grief.
He sighed quietly and wondered if his mother would ever actually let him see the outside world.
"Knock knock…" came a voice from behind him. Fredward spun around and saw Samantha emerge from the shadows.
"It's you…" Fredward said softly, turning away a bit. "Are you here to yell at me, call me names?"
Samantha sighed. "No, I'm here to…apologize." she said, seeming to struggle with that last word.
The prince met Samantha's blue eyes with his own brown ones. They were locked onto one another, neither could look away.
Sam finally broke the trance by looking at her feet. "Is there…some way I can make it up to you?" she asked.
"Can you…get Lady Carlissa to dance with me?"
Samantha gritted her teeth. "Again with Carly?!" she spat. "I came all the way up here to apologize, and all you wanna think about is CARLY?! You know what, fine. THIS is why I barely apologize!"
As she turned to storm out, Fredward grabbed her hand. "Miss Samantha, wait…"
She stopped. Turning to face him, she looked at their intertwined hands, then at him. He could feel her pulse pick up through her palm, it made his own heart race in response.
"How about, instead…you show me around the kingdom?" he asked, pulling her closer.
She looked surprised, both by his request and his gesture. "I-Isn't that a big step for you?" she breathed, her face only a foot from his.
"Maybe it is…but then again, maybe it isn't." he whispered, their faces slowly getting closer.
Samantha's eyes flashed from his eyes, to his lips, then back again. She then grinned and pulled back. "Well then, let's get a move on!"
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Oh my god, oh my GOD. Sam thought as she walked back into the prince's room. I cannot believe I almost kissed him, and I didn't!
Sam found some spare bed sheets and began tying them together to create a rope.
"What are you doing?" Prince Fredward asked, finally coming into his room after Sam.
"Making a rope, duh!" Sam said, tossing him one end. "You really think we can just waltz out the front door? Those guards would destroy us! Or at least me…."
Fredward stared curiously at her as she worked. Finally, she had enough bed sheets tied together, and Sam headed back out onto the balcony. She tied one end around the balcony railing, and the end that was in Fredward's hand around his waist.
Grinning, Sam picked Fredward up and threw him off the balcony. The prince screamed as he fell, but the rope caught him as he stopped just a few feet above the ground.
Panting, he stared down at the ground. Sam then slid down the bed sheet rope, landing on his back and hopping to the ground.
"Ow!" Fredward cried. Sam just grinned at him as she untied the rope from him. No longer secured, Fredward fell on the ground, sprawled out.
"Oh suck it up dork!" Sam replied, pulling him up.
Fredward really didn't know how to respond to that, he just watched Sam walk away a little in surprise.
"Well?" Sam said. "Are we going or what?"
"Um, yeah. O-Of course…" the prince murmured. A strange feeling was emerging in his stomach, he couldn't explain it, but it felt a bit…pleasant.
Sam led Prince Fredward through the dark courtyard, and they came to the enormous castle wall.
"Dang, didn't think about that…" Sam murmured. The wall was much too high to climb, and none of the trees were tall enough to use.
"Well, what's the plan, Sam?" Fredward asked, laughing at his little rhyme.
"Ya ya, laugh it up." she said dryly. "If anyone should be laughing at someones name, it should be me at yours!"
"I was only joking Sam, settle down!" he said, raising his hands defensively.
Sam looked him up and down, then rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Fred-weird."
"Maybe it's too risky to climb the wall tonight…maybe we should just look around the courtyard." Fredward said, nervously looking up at the wall.
Sam sighed. "As stupid as that sounds, I agree. Climbing that wall could result in some serious chiz."
"Are you questioning me?!"
"No! Of course not Sam!"
The prince and the peasant girl stood in silence for a moment. Fredward stared into Sam's eyes, as blue and deep as the ocean themselves. Sam's stomach grumbled as Fredwards brown eyes reminded her of chocolate chip cookies.
"Are you hungry Sam?"
"No!" Sam snapped.
Fredward looked at her skeptically.
"Okay…maybe a little."
"Well then let's go back inside and get you some food."
"No, I don't wanna." Sam said, pouting.
Fredward smiled at the girl. "Come on.." he said, guiding her forward by the shoulders.
Sam dug her heels into the ground a bit, but Fredward proceeded. Still pouting, she stopped in place stubbornly.
Fredward pushed fruitlessly against her. "Ugh, Sam! Wow, you are WAY stronger than you look…"
A grin played at the corner of Sam's lips.