Hello everyone! This is a little one-shot I wrote in like twenty minutes on the way to my Grandma's house this morning. It's nothing special, I didn't even really know where it was going until I finished it. This is my third story ever, so once again, it's not going to be mind-blowing or anything. But I hope you enjoy it. This will be like my belated Christmas present to you guys. (: Also, don't forget to review!

Carly Shay always played on the the safe side. Never one to let herself get hurt, never one to take a chance. So, on that gorgeous, (but all too cold) winter morning, she couldn't have been more out of place.

"Do you ever wonder about, you know, us?" She had asked Freddie, while sitting next to him on the old, worn bench outside Bushwell Plaza.

She didn't know what brought on this sudden surge of confidence, that was so unlike her these days. She thinks it might be that she was afraid to lose him, just like she had lost so many things in her life.

He looked at her puzzled, "Us? As in, together?"

A blush slowly crept across her cheeks, and he smiled 'cause she was just too cute.

"Um. Yeah, kinda, sorta, well… " she managed.

"Of course I do Carly." he replied laughing. "Just because I don't bother you about it every five seconds anymore, doesn't mean I'm not still in love with you."

The way he was looking at her made her breath hitch in her throat. He still loved her? After all this time?

"Obviously, after the whole saving your life thing, I kinda gave up hope. Even though that week was like, the best week of my life."

Before she even realized what she was saying, she replied in almost a whisper, "me too."

And there it was. Out there. And this time there was no redo, no taking it back.

He just stared at her awhile, unsure of what she meant. "Huh?"

"Me too." she tried again. "On everything. On giving up hope, on that being the best week of my life… It was Freddie.", she paused trying to read his expression, which was one of shock and confusion.

"And I know, at this point I don't deserve you" She continued, " I haven't treated you how you deserve to be treated for awhile. I mean with all those boyfriends and everything." she sighed. "but they were just numbing the pain I was feeling, they could never compare." She met his eyes. "And I know I'm probably crazy to be saying any of this. But Freddie, you mean the world to me and if I ever lost you-"

Before she could finish her sentence she was cut off by Freddie crashing his lips to hers. His mouth was warm- a shocking difference to the rest of her body- and it felt amazing. Even better than last time they had done this, because this time he was holding her. He depended the kiss and pressed her against the side of the bench. She tangled her hands in his hair, and let her senses come alive. He smelled like soap and tasted like hot chocolate, and she was so incredibly intoxicated with him, and if she could just stay like this forever she'd-

"GET A ROOM!" cried a old, cranky lady across the street.

They immediately pulled away, embarrassed. But it was the good kind of embarrassed. The 'I love you so much I can't help it' kind.

"So… uh, should we head back?" Freddie asked standing up and holding out his hand.

"We shall" she said smiling, and taking his hand, which by the way, fit hers absolutely perfectly.

Freddie's face fell. "Man, I just realized something."

"What?" Carly asked, squeezing his hand.

Smirking he replied, "Sam is so gonna kill us."