A/N: Sup, peeps? Im back wit another story that isnt a one-shot! :D I hope that this one far exceeds my prior (i lik 2 believe this is a great setting for the story). This story is told sole in Freddie's POV; remember that. it's important. Hope you like!

Disclaimer: I loathe these. Why would anyone think i own this?

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know how wrong it is, how immoral; yet, here I am, doing it anyway. But, in my defense, she came onto me, and I just wanted her so bad it hurt. Sam's golden curls fall in my face as I contemplate how the two of us wound up in this bed together…

I stand in the corner of Wendy's (whose having her sixteenth birthday bash) house, looking like a total loser, drinking my water and watching Carly dance with Griffin to the blaring pop music in the darkened house. In the past, this would have made me burn with jealousy, but not now. Not anymore. Because I don't like Carly anymore-well, yeah, I like her, but I don't LIKE her like her, oh, you know what I mean!-Not since my first kiss. My kiss with the unruly blonde who gets her kicks from kicking me. With the golden-haired angel who helped me stop Carly from going to Briarwood (although Carly didn't really appreciate it). With the blonde-haired demon who's now staggering over to me as best she can among the crowd of people. As she gets closer to me I become aware of the smell of alcohol that's coming off her in waves. Originally, there hadn't been any alcohol at Wendy's; then Jonah and his gang crashed the party, bringing with them a whole bunch of six-packs of beer. And it all went downhill from there. Sam finally makes it over to me and stumbles against my shoulder, leaning on it heavily.

"Heyyyyy Freeddiieee." Sam slurs, laughing at some inside joke I'll never understand.

"Sam, how much have you had to drink?" I ask, eyeing the beer in her hand and trying not to sound too worried. I don't want Sam to get suspicious (I've never told her I like her; she'll probably break my legs.). Although, in her current state, I don't think her becoming suspicious is much of an issue.

"Oh, ya know…6, 7, 8. Hey, ya ever notice how your hair kinda looks like grasssss, but covered with gravy?" She laughs, reaching up with a shaking hand and rubbing my 'gravy-grass' hair all over the place.

"8 drinks, Sam?! That's a little much even for you to handle! Now, c'mon, gimme the drink!" I say, making a grab at the can. She pulls it out of reach just as my fingers glide across its cold, wet surface.

"No! Get'chur own!" Sam says forcefully. I look around for Carly to help me, but she's far away in the crowd, lost in a make-out session with her 'bad boy'. Pssh, some bad boy! He still collects PeeWee Babies! But Carly just had to get back with him, didn't she? Anyway, I look back to Sam and stare into her glazed blue eyes.

"Sam, I don't want it, I don't drink! I just don't want you to have it!" I make another grab and this time successfully get it out of Sam's grasp and toss it in the nearest trash can.

"Hey! That wasn't very nice…" Sam said glumly, absently staring at the garbage bin and swaying. Without thinking I grab her shoulders to steady her and she turns to stare at me with her cloudy drunken eyes, a sloppy smile forming on her face.

"Ya know, you're real cute, Fredddddiiiieee." WHAT?! Did Sam just call me cute?! No, no, it's gotta be the alcohol. Yea, that's it.

"U-um, Sam, you've had a lot to drink, wadda you say we get y-" I'm cut off by Sam forcefully pressing her lips into mine. Wow. Sam's a great kisser considering she's drunk. I respond, and we make out-and I'm not talking, sweet, simple kiss, like our first. I'm talking full blown make out session, with open mouths and everything- for about a full two minutes. Sam then takes me by the hand and staggers over to a door. As we approach, I see a couple come out looking disheveled but happy. Sam pulls me into the room-a bedroom. Oh God-shuts and locks the door, then resumes making out with me. I know that I should break it off now, tell her that she doesn't want this, that she doesn't want ME. But God I want her so bad and when she pushes me onto the bed and starts undoing my pants' zipper all bets are off. "Well, she obviously wants me…at least, right now." I think as I pull her top over her head. And from there, we just took off...

So here we are. Well, we're done now (mostly because Sam passed out a few hours ago. I've been laying here since last night thinking about what I've done). Oh God, I can't believe I just did that! Sam is going to kill me! But it felt so good, and so right, but it wasn't right. Sam at least has an excuse; she was beyond drunk. Me? I was just desperate for her body. I sigh as I get up and start putting my clothes on. When I'm dressed and heading out to get Carly to help me carry Sam home, I hear a noise from the bed, and watch Sam stir back into consciousness. She looks up at me with glazed, confused eyes.

"Freddie? What-" Sam stops mid-sentence, then leans over the side of the bed and vomits violently. Blech. Poor Wendy; she's going to have to clean that up. As Sam finishes she groans and sits back up, holding her head. "W-where am I?" She looks at her clothes in a pile on the floor. "A-and why am I naked?"

"You're at Wendy's. Don't you remember?" I ask, feeling guilty at the rising hope in my chest. If she doesn't remember what happened, she won't kill me!

"Remember? N-no, nothing." She says, shaking her head lightly. "But why am I naked? D-did I…?"

"Um, I don't know Sam." I lie, my guilt building. "I just walked in here, looking for you, and found you right there just like that." Sam groans again, and I think I see her eyes start to shine with unshed tears, but it's probably just my imagination.

"Oh man, I probably did. No, I know I did. Damn, my first time, and I can't even remember who it was with!" She says softly as she wipes her eyes. "Ugh, I feel like crap."

"Well, you did have eight drinks, Sam."

"Eight? I had eight drinks? Wow…" She says in an almost mystified way. "W-Where's Carls?"

"I don't know." I answer. At least that's honest. "Wadda say we go find her?" As I turn around to let her get dressed, I hear her get up and run across the room, then I hear her retching again. At least she made it to a bucket this time. I stand there for about 3 minutes, and then feel her leaning heavily on my shoulder again.

"Ugh, I can barely walk." Sam mutters in my ear.

"It's okay, I'll help you." I reassure her as I guide Sam and myself over to the door. When we get into the living room we're greeted by the heavy smell of alcohol, which makes Sam throw up again, and a bunch of unconscious people. I glance at the clock on the wall; 4:03 am. I look around, then turn my head best I can to look at Sam, whose head is leaning against my shoulder, moaning. "I don't think she's here." I murmur to her as I pull out my phone. 3 missed calls from Carly. Uh oh. I dial her number and she picks up on the first ring.

"FREDDIE! Thank God! Where are you?!"

"Ughh, too loud." Sam mutters from my shoulder.

"What?" Carly asks over the phone. "Freddie, are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. That was just Sam, she-"

"You have Sam with you? Thank God again! Where are you two?!"

"Um, we're still at Wendy's. I, um, I fell asleep, and I just found Sam, um, on the couch." Wow, Sam's right; lying is easy.

"So you're alright, then?"

"Yeah, we're fine. Although I won't be for long; my mom's gonna kill me." I groan, thinking out loud.

"Oh yeah, you owe me big time." Carly states matter-of-factly from the other end of the line.

"Why?"

"I told your mom you were spending the night here, and then whenever she came barging in I said you were in the bathroom or in the elevator. She doesn't suspect a thing."

"Thanks Carly. Um, do you think you could get Spencer to come and pick me and Sam up? Sam's got a massive hangover and can't walk very far." Even though I can't see her, I know Carly's rolling her eyes.

"Sure, I guess."

"Oh, and tell him to bring a bucket." I say as an afterthought, then hang up and wait for Carly's older brother. After about ten minutes of listening to Sam groan and rubbing her back he pulls up in his van and I help Sam in, then I hop in myself and try to forget what I just did with-and to-her.

A/N: Weeeellll? Was it good? (nd if it wasn't, don't worry it'll get better!) Anyways, if u add this 2 ur faves, alerts, etc, plz review. nd even if u dont add it to anything, still review! i crave ur opinion :)