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B e f o r e.

Four years b e f o r e. . . . .

Sam and Freddie have been dating since high school. Well, that goes without counting their break-ups (the last one lasted for almost seven months). Although they've been dating for years now, nothing has changed. Sam was still the predator and Freddie was the prey. Even Carly was surprised they lasted this long. Who would've thought that their on and off relationship would last until they went off to college. Freddie was studying Information Technology at M.I.T while Sam stayed in Seattle and decided not to go to college. She just wanted to get out of that hell hole they call "education" as soon as possible. They kept contact through phone calls and frequent visits from Freddie. Of course she'd be too lazy to go to him instead. After three years of doing this she later on got tired and decided to show up at his doorstep (apparently his mom bought him an apartment fearing that he may acquire bad habits from his roommate) with her suitcase beside her.

"I won't even ask." He smiled. It was the middle of the night and he was in a deep sleep. He had a bad case of bed hair and he wasn't even wearing a shirt. Sam of course, being a girl, found this hot.

"You get me." She said, entering with a smile. He closed the door and looked at her.

"Stay here" He said walking towards his bedroom. Unlike their (by their, he means him and his mom) apartment in Seattle, this one only has one floor, one bedroom, and is a bit smaller. Sam roam around the small apartment for a while, waiting for Freddie to finish whatever it was he was doing. This wasn't the first time she went here. She was here during Freddie's birthday and she also tagged along when he was moving to this apartment but those were the only times she was there at his apartment. She heard a crash in Freddie's room.

"Shit!" She heard him say.

"Freddie! Stop cursing when your mother's on the phone." She tried to scare him. She grabbed the phone and sat in the couch pretending she was talking to someone. He opened the door abruptly. She pretended to listen. "No Shit." He said with his eyes widened.

"I was just playing with you" she said bringing down the phone. "Now finish whatever it is you're doing in there." She winked. "It's almost done" He replied smiling. He left the door open and Sam can't help but notice he already had his shirt on but his bed hair was still as bad as before and that made her smile. She opened her suitcase which contained 60% fat cakes and 40% her clothes. She grabbed a fat cake and ate it as if it was the first time she had tasted the luscious food. She closed her eyes and smiled. She chewed without opening her eyes, savoring the flavor bits by bits. She smiled.

"I'm starting to get jealous, quite frankly." Her eyes shot open. She saw Freddie smirking with his arms crossed. And there it was, the fluttering things in her stomach. She could never get used to that and she never wants to anyway. She actually likes it but she'll never admit that of course. Nope. Never. Not in a million years.

"It's your fault for putting that goddamn shirt on" She said with a smirk. And then she realized what she just said and Freddie smirked. "So you like me better in topless, huh?" Cocky, that's what he was. She doesn't even know where that confidence came from. Did she gave him that? Yes, she did. For him, to pass the Sam Puckett standard was way too much honor for any guy, well for those who knows how high Sam Puckett's standards are.

"I was talking about the nubby t-shirt, Freddork. Seriously? You're a college guy and you're still wearing Galaxy Wars t-shirt?" She smirked. He smiled. He grabbed her hand and led her to his now cleaned bedroom. He led her straightly to the bed.

"You can sleep here. I'll sleep on the couch after I fix your stuff." He said. Freddie has always been like this. He's always been concerned about Sam. He tried making things comfortable for her as possible. Sometimes he thinks he's crazy for caring too much but that's just how it goes, you have to be crazy for love and he was one heck of a crazy person for dating someone like her, at least that's what some people thinks.

"Freddie, we can just sleep together. It's not like we haven't been dating and we had a promise, right? We're not in danger of doing it. You don't have to worry. And besides, sleeping in the couch won't be good since I'm moving in, right?" She said. He replied with a nod.

"Okay, I'll just fix your things and–" he stopped when he saw her glare.

"Just get in the bed Freddie. You can fix that tomorrow." She was, of course, going to let him fix her things. Just because they're dating doesn't mean she should feel bad bossing him around. He lay on the bed beside her and she snuggled closer. This is when he sees the soft side of Sam. She was strong and there was no point in denying that. But in this relationship it feels good to have her snuggle next to him. It makes him feel that even though Sam was capable of taking care of herself, she still needed him. There are so many ways to describe his feelings but he cannot find the right adjective. He can't believe that from this day on he'll see her face more often, that it was her face he'll see when he wake up in the morning and when he go back home from a tiring day at school.

A/N: Hey guys. I know, I know. "Another multi-chaptered fic? Are you ever going to finish one?" LOL. Yes. XD. I just want to work on something new but I'll continue with The 'Good' in Goodbyes. Although the update of this story depends on my mood. :) A/N: Just edited a few mistakes. Sorry :)

Inspired by: Well, the "before" thingy was inspired by my new favorite book "Looking for Alaska" a must read! This story however has got nothing to do with the book except that (and I might quote something from that book too).

Any similarities of this story from any other stories is purely coincidental. This is purely the work of my imagination and therefore that is the only thing I own. Not the characters nor the computer I am using since I'm using my sister's. Any grammatical errors must and will be reported by messaging me. (LOL. I sound so formal)

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