Chapter1

Freddie needed her around. Her insults kept him going. Without them, without her, he wasn't sure he could keep going everyday. Having a crazy mother like he did didn't help his mind with coping. He lost his love after she got pregnant with a loser's baby. Carly Shay lost a best friend then. Almost two had it not been for Freddie. He would always be by her side

Sam couldn't not judge people. Freddie especially. She loved him, even though she hated saying it. He didn't know and wouldn't know until the right time came. Her best friend became a whore to her the day she told Sam she was pregnant. Sam couldn't handle that. She hated girls who got themselves pregnant. And it was enough to ruin their friendship. Not forever but for a long time. Sam wasn't ready to apologize and forgive her for the mistakes. Not at all ready. But she would. Someday. She promised herself that.

Freddie sat against his locker, waiting for the always nagging Sam to come and insult him. That was the best part of his day.

Gibby, wearing no shirt, walked over to him and took a seat beside him. "You look bummed."

"It's that noticeable?" He asked depressingly. He hadn't felt happy in weeks. Nothing made him happy anymore.

Gibby sighed. "Cheer up, bud. You're too nerdy to be bummed out."

Freddie sighed. "Thanks, Gibbs."

He nodded. "No problem."

The door opened and a girl made her way through the hallway, searching for the one person she needed to talk to. Desperately. She smiled when she saw him and stalked over to him. "Leave, Gibby!"

He nodded and scurried away.

She sat down beside Freddie and looked over at him. "Hey, Fredward."

He sighed. "Hey, Sam."

She frowned. "What's wrong?"

"The usual."

"Your mom?"

He shook his head. "No."

She laid her head on his shoulder, an action she didn't normally enjoy doing. It calmed her and allowed less room for her anger to strike him. "Cheer up, Freddie. I hate seeing you bummed out like this."

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She glared at it but resisted the urge to push it away. Or bite it. "I can't help it. I haven't seen her in weeks."

"She lives across the hall from you. You should see her all the time."

He shook his head. "Not anymore. She moved out."

"Where'd she go?" Sam asked, concern written out all over her.

"With her boyfriend. Did I mention that he lives an hour and a half away?"

"No, you didn't." She said softly. Her best friend moved? Without telling her? She felt like crying. Sam Puckett wanted to cry. What was happening to them? Life really did suck.

Freddie rested his head on hers. "Come over later."

"I can't." She said on reflex.

"Why not?"

"I have to get home and take care of my mom." She lied, yanking her hand away from Freddie's

"Sam, I can tell when you're lying."

"I-I'm not lying."

"Sam, you won't look at me. Look into my eyes and tell me you have to leave."

She looked down at her hand under Freddie's. "Wait for me at my locker after school."

He smiled.

"What do you want to do?" Freddie asked, shutting his bedroom door.

Sam sighed and dropped her backpack on the floor. She looked around the room, at all the pictures. There were a few pictures of Carly and her baby on his dresser but most of those were Carly. Typical. He had posters of superheroes on the walls and that was pretty much... it. "I don't know."

He walked towards her and took her hand slowly. "There's always-"

She yanked her hand free and took a step away from him. "No, Freddie."

Freddie sighed and sat down on his bed. "We could watch a movie."

I rolled my eyes. "What do you have?"

He walked over to his TV and brought over five DVDs.

Sam rolled her eyes at the first movie-Star Wars. "You're such a nerd."

"Sorry I have different taste than you."

She picked out Superman, always being a fan of a man in tights. The two started out watching the movie on Freddie's bed, Sam sitting on one side, Freddie on the other. At the end of the movie, they were asleep in each others arms, Sam's face pressed against Freddie's chest.