I totally stole the name of Grace Helbig's dog because it's the most adorable name for a dog I've ever heard. Enjoy!

Sam slowly exited the coffee shop, bringing her Styrofoam coffee cup up towards her face for warmth, the lid abandoned in the trash. The barista called a friendly farewell to her as the shop was only small and he knew all of the locals quite well. She smiled and waved in return, walking away and pulling her coat tighter around her. There was a bite of cold to the wind blustering around the town, but the sky was clear and the sun was intense enough to make Sam feel like she might not freeze her ass off.
She'd just finished an essay in the coffee shop, her laptop was now safely stowed away in her laptop case hanging from her shoulder, and she was speed walking back to her dorm room. She usually didn't do work anywhere but her room, but today she had been in a messy head space and needed a change of scenery to think clearly and keep her mind on task. Ever since she had been accepted to a university in Seattle, and Carly and Freddie had moved away, she'd decided that she wanted to show what she was really capable and get good grades. There was also an element of competitiveness to Sam's new enthusiasm, because she'd love to see the look on her mom's face if she got higher grades than Melanie.
With carly in California (somewhere that Sam thought was perfect and so typical for Carly) studying Sociology, and Freddie in Washington studying something to do with Computer Science (she never really bothered to listen to the dork), Sam was kinda on her own. Well, she had Spence. But it wasn't like she didn't like being alone. Sam was very abrasive, and found it hard to make new friends, which was why when she met Carly and Freddie, and clicked with Carly (and eventually accepted Freddie), she was content with just them. Now she was alone, and not really bothering to make any new friends. People did talk to her, but Sam didn't really bother to meet them half way and actually form a friendship. She usually just brushed them off, preferring to spend her time studying, doing her assignments, hanging out by her self or visiting the Shay apartment to see if Spencer was around. She still had a little crush on him but hoped he had forgotten.
She missed Carly a lot, and lived for when she came to visit. She kept her new-found academic goals from her though, wanting to surprise her and make her proud. When Carly came up to see her from California she'd be tanned and happy and full of stories about new friends and parties and going to the beach, things Carly had always dreamed about, and Sam would feel really happy that she was having a great time, but also upset because she missed Carly and wanted to spend some of those good times with her. When Carly would have to go she would even cry after she'd left, even though she knew it was stupid because they skyped, called and texted each other all the time.
Freddie on the other hand, Freddie was a different story. She hadn't spoken to him in a few months apart from the occasional text here and there, even though he was closer to home than Carly was. After the breakup and without Carly around, they'd grown distant. Carly was always there to break up their fights but without her the fights became more intense and the periods of ignoring each other before they eventually made up became longer, stretching for weeks before they eventually forgot why they were even mad in the first place. Sam didn't skype Freddie, feeling self conscious and awkward on camera, not really knowing what to say or ask him anymore, not really knowing what to tell him about her new life. And she was kinda scared about asking him about his own, not wanting to know if he had a new girlfriend or wanting to hear about any girls that he was interested in. She still had strong feelings for him, but she was also extremely pissed at him most days, for the way their relationship had trickled out into nothing, for the way he didn't bother making as much as an effort with her as he did with Carly, for the way he'd asked Carly if there was ever a chance she'd love him after Sam and Freddie had broken up (Sam had overheard but kept her mouth shut), for the way she felt used and like she never really mattered. Some days she doubted if Freddie had actually ever liked her, or if she was just a rebound to soothe Carly's rejection. He'd told her he loved her and now he was nowhere to be found.
And so, so was she. She'd stopped making an effort and whenever she thought of him, felt increasingly mad and hurt, which she thought was probably a good thing so that she might get over him and stop having feelings for him.

So today she had been sitting in her dorm room (which she didn't share with anyone because her roommate had been expelled pretty much 2 weeks into moving in for god knows what reason, she did seem weird though so Sam was kinda glad), trying to concentrate on her English paper and failing miserably. Her mind kept wandering back to Freddie for some reason and she felt trapped in the room, everything she looked at that she had brought from home reminded her of him in some way. Old iCarly props she'd scattered around made her heart sink in her chest today. She'd woken up from a dream about Freddie that morning and she just felt like crap. She kept thinking about how betrayed he made her feel, and how she shouldn't even be thinking about him anyway because she was Sam Puckett and didn't need anyone (except maybe Carly). And he was the only boy she'd ever let down her walls for and said I love you, and she felt like it was all for nothing. She knew first loves hardly lasted but this one was hard to shake. He'd been one of her best friends for years and most of her happy memories were of spending time with him and Carly.
Unable to concentrate and needing coffee, she'd grabbed her coat and packed up her laptop and headed to the coffee shop, thinking a change of scenery might help. And it had. Essay finished, she was heading to her dorm to drop off her laptop, and then she thought she would go and pick up one of her mom's friends Mary's dog, Goose. Mary had some back problems and sometimes found it hard to walk Goose, a large bulldog who Sam loved. So Sam had offered to walk Goose whenever she was free, and Mary had happily accepted, even offering money which Sam had initially turned down, but then reluctantly accepted (student life).

By the time she'd gotten to Mary's and picked up Goose, Sam was in a much better mood. She'd finished her coffee and was feeling clear headed and energetic, enjoying the walk through the local park. Goose was a strong dog but was no match for Sam, so she had no trouble keeping him out of trouble. After about an hour of walking though, Goose started to pull really hard while Sam was absent minded-ly watching some guys play basketball and she nearly lost control of him. Blurting out a "sorry" to whoever Goose was trying to jump up, she froze when she heard a familiar voice say, "It's alright, Puckett, he's cute."

She looked up into the grinning face of Freddie Benson, and didn't know what to say. She felt so many conflicting emotions. Surprise, that she'd been mulling over him all morning and now here he was, standing right here in front of her, as if her thoughts had summoned him. Happiness, because she had missed him so damn much, she just wanted to throw her arms around him. Anger, because she resented herself for still loving him so much and because she was still mad at what he'd done. But she just decided to stay cool and chill, because Puckett's hardly lost their cool unless someone provoked them. No matter how much she wanted to hug him, she kept her hands busy by restraining Goose, and maintaining a chilly silence she kept her eyes on the dog too.

Sensing the awkwardness, Freddie attempted another conversation starter. "So, I didn't know you have a dog... I thought you weren't allowed pets on campus?"
Sam shrugged casually, as if she still saw Freddie all the time and this was just another of their oh-so-often run ins. "He's not mine, I just walk him. Sit, Goose."
"Goose?" He laughed, and Sam smiled despite herself. "That's adorable. How you been, Puckett?"
"You'd know if you bothered with me at all." Sam snapped before she could stop herself, her mind clouding with anger and annoyance again because he couldn't just show up here and... wait, why was he here?
"I missed you Sam, I just thought... you were angry with me or something. We weren't in the best of places when we left for college." He explained sheepishly. "I know things ended weirdly between us, but I have really missed you..."
"How did you know I'd be here?" Sam demanded, her icy blue eyes meeting his warm chocolate brown ones in an accusatory stare.
"Where, Seattle?" He joked, trying to break the tension.
"The park." Sam clarified, not cracking a smile.
"I was walking to your campus to see you and bumped into you." He shrugged. "Do I not even get a hug, Puckett?" He teased.
She scoffed, but he'd already pulled her into one, and she gave up resistance pretty quickly, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head in his neck, smiling despite herself. She missed him so much suddenly, was so happy to have him here even after stewing over him in anger for months, that she didn't wanna let go. The hug went on for way longer than a casual hug between friends, and when she went to pull away eventually he stopped her, looking down at her and whispering, "Can we go back to your dorm? It's really cold out here."
She looked down at his chest, knowing that it was a bad idea. She'd been mad at him for months and she'd be mad at herself if she just forgave him this easily... But maybe she could confront him in her room. So she nodded, noting that his answering smile made her tummy flutter a little.
"We need to drop off Goose first." She informed him, doubling back in the direction of Mary's house. Freddie nodded and fell into step with her. He smiled down at her for most of the journey but she pretended not to notice.

When they finally got back to her dorm, as soon as she'd unlocked to door to her room and pushed it open, his arms were around her again and he gently pushed her in, closing the door behind them with his foot.
"Benson, wait-" She sighed, feeling his face buried in her curls and his arms slip around her waist under her coat. "What are you doing? Why did you come here?"
He straightened up and looked down into her eyes sheepishly. "I just really missed you and we haven't talked in a long time." He dropped his hands from around her and sat on her bed, watching her take off her coat. "I hated how things ended with us and that we hardly speak to each other anymore. And I figured if I came here I could get things back to normal. We never could stay mad at each other too long if we're actually face to face," he cracked a smile, extending an arm and pulling her down softly onto his lap, reaching up and winding one of her curls around his finger.
"How do you mean... how they used to be? How we used to be best friends, or we used to be... more?" She asked quietly, suddenly feeling very nervous and un-Puckett like.
He shrugged, smiling wider, dropping her curl and cupping her face and bringing it ever so close to his own, whispering, "I miss more. But it's your call, Princess. How do you feel?"
She wondered when he'd got so charming. Her heart was beating so loud in her chest she was sure he could hear it.
"I just miss you." She confessed, wondering where her anger had gone.
"Let's never fall out of touch again, you make me crazy Sam." He laughed.
She smirked and nodded. "Yeah, I miss winding you up. I miss sending your cellphone to Cambodia. I miss making up nicknames for you and seeing you get all worked up..."
"God," he groaned. "You're such a demon, you know that Sam?"
She went to give him a Chinese burn in retaliation, but he caught her wrists and pulled them up around his neck, pulling her into a kiss. She happily responded, with a kiss that was full of anger and passion and seemed to express all of the emotions she had been feeling about him for the last few months. After a few minutes they broke apart, breathless and quiet, Freddie still with that godforsaken smile on his face.
"You're so annoying, nub." Sam commented, rolling her eye and climbing off his lap. She opened her mini fridge and pulled out a peppi cola, chugging from it before remarking, "Had to wash the nubby taste of you out of my mouth."
"Oh, can it Puckett. I'm having to put up with the taste of delinquent."
"Don't pretend you don't worship me." She was relived they had fallen back into arguing. It felt normal, safe, routine, sane. Not like kissing him, where she forgot who she was and her walls fell all the way back down after she'd been building them up these last few months.
"Oh yeah, who wouldn't worship you? Oh right... Everyone, you blonde headed-demon!" He smirked.
She rolled her eyes. "Good one. Your mom help you with that?"
Freddie groaned, his voice becoming a little louder. "Why do you always have to bring her into it, Sam!?"
"Because I love tormenting you, and I hate her." She smirked, shrugging and bending down to put the cola back in the fridge.
"What was that? You love me?" He teased, standing up and crossing his arms.
"Not in a million years, Fredweird. I love watching you squirm though." She spat, standing back up and squaring up to him, to remind him of how strong she was, how she never backed down.
"That's not what you said before."
"I was probably high before."
"High on looooove," he teased, cocking his head.
"You wish." She retorted, nearly shouting herself now. Just like old times.
"Oh yeah, well-"
"Oh can it, Benson!" Sam snapped, jumping onto him like a cat, trying to tackle him to the floor. But she'd underestimated how strong he'd become over the last couple months, and she wasn't able to overpower him as easily as she used to. He caught her by the waist and whirled her round and managed to throw her down on the bed, climbing on top of her, a passion in his eyes that she remembered so well, practically lived for. She loved it when they were like this, their anger turned to passion, not being able to keep their hands off each other. This time they met in the middle, kissing enthusiastically, nothing slow or soft about it. She could hear Freddie practically growling in the back of his throat and she thought she might die, it was so hot. They managed to get her duvet from underneath them and pull it over top, and as soon as they did Freddie's hands were making their way under Sam's shirt and up towards her chest. She felt her stomach somersaulting and raised her arms, allowing Freddie to slowly and agonizingly pull the fabric up and over her head, flinging it on the floor beside them and out of their way. He began kissing her chest and was making his way up her neck when she opened her eyes and said, "Wait."

Freddie raised himself up a little and looked into her eyes, panting slightly. "Yeah?" He asked, looking at her with concern.
"I know you asked Carly if it was too late for her to love you after we broke up."

Cliffhanger! Lmao sorry, thought this would be a good place to leave this chapter. Let me know what you think and if you'd want some more chapters! Hope you're enjoying reading it as much as I am writing it :)