\Sam's POV

"Alright, class," Mr. Dignan, the biology teacher, told our class, passing out red forms. "As we all know Valentines Day is just one week away." Oh, so that's what this is about…

"And in honor of Valentines Day, the school is holding a Valentines Day dance," I inwardly groaned at this announcement. "It is open to the public—as it says on the flyer. Take a look."

I glanced at the flyer. It was decorated in hearts of all shapes and sizes with little Cupid's on the borders. Rolling my eyes, I skimmed the page even more.

What: College Valentines Day Dance!

When: Friday, February 14, 2013

Where: Heineken University's Cafeteria

Who: Everyone—even members of different colleges!

Time: 8:00-12:00 PM

I was snapped out of reading the flyer when the bell rang, signaling my college day was over. It was Friday so I had plenty of options on what to do. I grabbed my belongings and directed myself towards my car. No other than my best friend, Carly Shay was standing there, grinning from ear to ear. Prepared for what was yet to come, I ran over to my old green truck.

"Soooo," Carly said, still smiling.

"So what," I asked, knowing what was running through her mind.

"Valentines Day dance," She yelled, clenching my shoulders. "Is Freddie gonna—"

"Carly, you know Freddie and I broke it off right before we started college last year," I said, getting slightly frustrated.

"You broke it off," She said, looking disappointed.

"He's in New York and I'm here, in Pennsylvania. Too far away, and you know it."

"It's not that far away—"

"And you also know neither of us is stable enough to handle a long distance relationship,"

"You guys love each other," Carly said, exasperated. "You could've made it work."

I sighed, tired of all this. "I—I think I need to go home," I said, feeling like crying. "I'll talk to you later."

She nodded and I hopped in my car, leaving my best friend staring as I drove away.

Love, four simple letters yet they meant so much to me. Of course I hadn't stopped loving Freddie. We dated for three years. We were in love, that is, until college started. I'm sure Freddie has found a great girlfriend—someone who he'll be happy with on Valentines Day. We still talk, but on rare occasions. He has too many things to worry about in New York so he doesn't really have the time for me anymore.

I sighed as I pulled into my apartment driveway. All this thinking has made me go ballistic.

…

Grabbing a bag of chips, I sat on my couch, still thinking about earlier. I flipped the switch on the remote, powering the TV on.

It was only 10:00 P.M and I had nothing better to do. Leaving the channel on Tammy Ray's Cooking Show, I picked up my PearPhone and looked through the last messages I had sent Freddie, before we went our separate ways.

Me: Hay nub, u requested me?

Freddie: Yes, as a matter of fact, I did

Me: Well…talk.

Freddie: As you may know, college starts next year

Me: Ur point?

Freddie: …Sam, I have to tell you something.

Me: Spit it out

Freddie: I got accepted into J.C Hall University. I'm going to college in New York

I remember my eyes bugging at this. I remember not answering. I remember crying. All night long.

Freddie: Sam…?

Freddie: Baby…

Freddie: Please don't be mad

I didn't know what to say. My boyfriend was going way out of the state to college. So I didn't say anything. I never said anything. Only on his last day here…I gave him a passionate kiss, pouring my very heart and soul into it, explaining everything that I needed to say into that one little osculation.

I missed his lips…I missed his eyes…I missed him.

I closed my phone, exhaling. Why couldn't my life just be normal for a change!?

…

"Hey Sam," I heard from behind me. I turned around to see the captain of the football team, Gavin Marshall, staring me down. I looked down at myself, not getting a clear view. Was Gavin checking me out? Again? Sure, I didn't think I was ugly, but I wasn't all that stunning either. (A/N: No flames, guys. I think Jennette McCurdy is absolutely gorgeous!:D) I was wearing a red tank; a zebra striped half shirt hanging over it, with a denim pair of skinny jeans and some black converse. I glanced back over to him.

Gavin was a 6 foot tall, brown hair, hazel-eyed, muscular, handsome student, sure, but it was something that he needed…that he didn't have. Freddie had it.

"Uh," I stuttered, tracing small patterns over my trigonometry textbook. "Hey, Gavin."

He started to walk closer to me, and not really thinking, I took timid steps backwards. "Listen, I know I've asked you out a few times before," Well, that was an understatement. This guy had asked me out numerous times—ever since he found out about me and Freddie's breakup. "But I was just wondering if you would like to go to the Valentines Day Dance with me."

"Gavin, I'd love to," I said, causing him to smile. "But I can't." His smile dropped at this.

"…why?" He asked, looking a little disappointed.

"I'm…I'm not going," I told him. It wasn't a lie because I really didn't see myself attending. "Sorry. Another time…"

"Um, sure," He said. "Bye, Sam." I waved and walked in the other direction. I froze in my tracks when I saw someone, fairly familiar, staring at me. I'm hallucinating, right? It can't be…

"Sam," His voice was almost the same, except deeper and more cautious. It was him. It was Freddie.

I dropped all my books, running over to him. He caught me in his huge arms and I wrapped my legs around his midsection. Neither of us spoke, too afraid we'd ruin the moment. We stayed like this for a couple of minutes until I finally pulled myself off. My breathing hitched when a big whiff of his familiar cologne hit my nostrils. God, I missed his scent.

"What are you—" Before I could finish he smashed his lips against mine. Melting into the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he snaked his hands around my waist. The kiss had gotten deeper, that is, until I realized we were still on campus, and broke the kiss off, pulling him into my truck.

"Freddie," I said, as we pulled into my apartment parking lot. The whole ride had been silent, but a good silence.

"Yes," He answered, looking over to me.

"What are you doing here," I asked, taking off my seatbelt.

"Well, it's spring break in New York, so I thought about taking a trip to see my favorite Princess," He smiled at me. "Of course I needed the wonderful help from none other than Ms. Carly Shay."

I unlocked my apartment door and as soon as both of us were in, he captured my lips once again. Don't get too caught up, my conscious said. But it was already too late, as my left hand was running roughly through his hair.

Not after long, his hand went up my shirt, reaching for the clasp of my bra. I broke the kiss off. "Mm, I don't think we should…"

"Yeah," He said, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry."

"It's cool," I murmured. Wow, this is awkward. "I'm gonna go call Carly."

He nodded and I ran into my room, closing and locking the door. I flopped on my bed and screamed into my pillow. Freddie came back, but he's not staying forever. Why did we have two make-out sessions when we aren't even going out anymore? I'm so confused. Picking up my phone, I texted Carly.

Me: Carls, get 0ver here ASAP

I waited for her text.

Carly: Okay

Placing my phone down, I walked out of my room. "What are you doing," I asked. He was standing beside my computer table, a picture in his hand.

He quickly put down the picture. "Uh, I was just looking at your pictures,"

I picked up the picture he once held. It was him and I, at a theme park, in the tunnel of love.

"I just—" Putting me out of embarrassment, my apartment doorbell rang. Thank God for Carls.

"Hey," I said, letting her enter my apartment. "Wanna go—"

"Freddie," She yelled, running over to him, giving him a huge hug.

"Hey, Carls," Freddie said, hugging her back, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," She said, letting go. She gestured between Freddie and me. "Soooo," She smiled and poked me in my sides.

"Carls, don't," I warned.

She groaned, but obliged. "Fine, you guys wanna go watch House on the End of the Street?"

I shrugged. "Sure,"

"It should be nice hanging out with my two best friends," Freddie said. Yeah, and one of them you just made out with, I thought.

"Well, let's go then,"

…