A/N: Hey, so this chapter 1 of my new story, sorry if it's a bit boring, but I wasn't quite sure how to start it. I promise though, I have lots of ideas for this! My plan is to have it follow their whole lives, and I'll alternate POV's each chapter. If all goes according to plan, this will turn out to be a pretty lengthy story. Feel free to suggest ideas, give constructive criticism, and REVIEW! I'm writing this for you guys so I want to know what you think so I can make it enjoyable.

Disclaimer: I'm a girl, so obviously I'm not Dan Schneider.

F-POV:

"Congratulations Class of 2013! We did it, and we did it together!" I conclude my valedictorian speech and gaze around at my classmates as they cheer. Many of them toss their hats in the air. I spot Sam in the crowd and lock eyes, even from this distance I can tell they hold mixed emotions. I can't blame them, on one-hand, high school is finally over, but on the other, high school is already over. No more detentions, no more crap-loads of homework, but what happens next? What will become of these people whom I've shared my life with for years?

As soon as I step off stage, I'm engulfed in a bear-hug, courtesy of Carly Shay. I wrap my arms around my best friend, and glance over her shoulder at the entourage approaching us. Sam, Spencer, my mom, Gibby, Guppy, their mom, Sam's sister Melanie and T-Bo have all come to support us today. I break away from Carly and hug my mom.

"Oh my Fred-bear! My wittle Freddie-boy!" She cries into my shoulder. I pat her back.

"Mom, it's ok. Settle down now, people are staring." She nods and pulls a tissue out of her purse. She dabs her eyes then blows her nose loudly.

"Hey congrats man," Gibby holds out his hand. I grasp it, and we shake and bump shoulders.

"Same to you Gib,"

"Yeah but look at you, Mr. Valedictorian!"

"Yeah, well…" I reply, trying to sound modest. I needn't worry though because Carly chose that moment to throw herself into Gibby's arms, and I highly doubt he heard any of my last sentence. I feel someone tap my shoulder, and turn around.

"C'mon," Sam grabs my hand and pulls me out of the gym. She leads me down the hallway to the courtyard, our courtyard. Now that we're finally alone, I wrap my arms around her waist, and hers go to my neck.

"Congratulations Frednub," She says.

"Hey you too! Who would have guessed? Sam Puckett actually graduating on time."

"Shut up, Benson."

"Make me, Puckett."

"Gladly," She kisses me. Kissing Sam is the best feeling in the world. Really, just being with her is pure bliss. It still amazes me how much love I feel for this girl, who just five years ago, was my mortal enemy. I pull away from her lips, and rest my forehead against hers.

"You know, it's still not too late to submit your application," I whisper.

"Stop it. I already told you, I'm not going to get in, so what's the point in getting my hopes up?" She says. Ever since I got my acceptance letter to UCLA three months ago, I've been trying to get Sam to apply too.

"Sam you don't know that. Why can't you just try? You are so much smarter than you give yourself credit for,"

Sam doesn't respond. She just stares at her feet.

"Fine then. If your going to be that way, I'm not going either." This gets her attention.

"W-what? Freddie you can't do that! You have to go!"

"What's the point?"

"What's the point? What's the point? Freddie your whole future depends on this!"

"So does yours Sam. You have to go to college."

Sam pushes away from me, and walks over to the wall. She sits down with her back against it.

"I don't need college," she mumbles.

"Why is it that I need college, and you don't?" I question, folding my arms across my chest.

"Look Fredweird, I'm just not the college type, ok? I would never be able to keep up with the work. I'd be a complete failure."

I sit down beside her and put my arm around her.

"No you wouldn't. You'd have me to help you."

"I just…I don't know. I probably missed the deadlines, and there's no way for me to afford it."

"Sam, I told you, the deadline isn't until next week. That's plenty of time. Plus, I talked to your mom and-"

"Wait you talked to my mom?" She interrupts me.

"Yes, I talked to your mom. And she says she has a college account for you. All the money you ever won in pageants has gone into it."

"That doesn't sound like something my mom would do,"

"That's what I said. But she told me that your dad," I feel Sam stiffen and I glance at her with concern. She's staring at her lap, so I clear my throat and continue, "She said your dad made her promise. Before he left, he made sure that you and Melanie were covered for your futures. He didn't want you guys to end up like him."

"How'd he end up?" She whispers.

"She didn't say," I look up and notice that the sun has gone down since we've been out here. Sam leans her head against my shoulder, and we stare up at the stars.

"C'mon, they're probably wondering where we went." I help Sam to her feet and we start to the door. She reaches to push it open, but I stop her.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you please, just think about it?"

Her blue eyes stare into mine, and I feel like I can see into her soul. She wants to go, but her insecurities are holding her back. No matter how strong she makes herself up to be, she's struggling to find a place to belong. I want to hug her close and tell her she belongs right in my arms. But I resist, because that's not what she needs right now. She needs me to back off a bit, and let her think things through.

"Ok, I'll think about,"

"Thanks,"

About two weeks later, I find myself kneeling on the floor of my closet, sorting through old books. I was packing up my room, to prepare to move to Los Angeles. My hands find a stack of Galaxy Wars comic books. I carefully place them in the 'Take to College' box.

"Freddie! Freddie!" I hear Sam yell, "Nub where are you?"

"In here!" I call.

Sam storms in my room and tackles me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's going on?" I ask.

"I took your advice! I applied! I got an acceptance letter today! We're going to college together!"