A/N: Hey, sorry about my other stories. (I think I have two of them still open). I just have literally no motivation to write them. This one is coming a lot easier to me, and I already have the next... two chapters all in my head, so they should come quick (but not so quick that after will seem like a long wait). R&R!

Freddie's POV

You probably know about my relationship with a certain blonde girl named Sam Puckett. She harasses me, both verbally and physically, and I, for the most part, take it. It isn't so bad really, because I like to think of it as she knows I can take it; she has some respect for me. Call me naïve if you must, but that's just how I feel. She's been doing it for a long time... longer than I can remember. It's funny because when you hear "She hits him," you are instantly going to think the he in that situation doesn't like it. While I don't think "like" is the right word for how I feel about it, I can say for certain that I don't not like it. It's fun.

She constantly rips on me for silly things, like how "I'm not a real man" and "I'm such a dweeb." I know she doesn't mean it... or at least not completely. We're friends, and that's one of her ways of showing it. She knows I don't mind it and I know she doesn't mean it. It's a mutual thing.

Another thing she does to me is call me names. Nothing hurtful (usually) but variations of my real name, Freddie. Fred-a-chini, Fred-ucation, Fred-amame, Fredly, Freddork, Fredrico, and the list goes on and on. She usually comes up with these on the spot, but sometimes she thinks of one without me there and texts me it to let me know she came up with a new one. She gets really proud of these too. I always have to compliment her more creative ones because, well I would never be able to come up with something like that, and the fact that she can do it multiple times in one day... that's amazing. This actually leads into my first story.

What could have happened?

Senior year. Carly, Sam and I were all seniors finally and we were all excited about it. In the time leading up to Christmas, Sam and I had gotten closer. No, we weren't thinking about dating or anything if that's what you're thinking. We just talked a lot more... without Carly. It's not like Carly was our topic of conversation, it's just we didn't need her there in order for us to talk. Sure, we may have been friends because of her, but now we just talk all the time. We would hang out in school or text after school. It was nice to have someone to talk to when I was just hanging out by myself, and I'm sure she didn't mind either.

Like I mentioned before, Sam would text me a random name that she came up with, and that's how our conversations would start. When we talked, it would be literally about anything: work, school, how much she hated school, and when Christmas started to come around the corner we talked about how much we couldn't wait for break.

Throughout all this, I grew to like Sam a bit. It wasn't a crush like I was with Carly, but it was a... "If the situation arises, I'll jump on the opportunity" sort of feeling. I wouldn't just go up and ask her, but I would not be opposed if she asked me, or if it was hinted to me that there was something there. Of course I would try to work my charm and get her to like me, but I wouldn't take any chances. This brings us to the night before the last day before break.

I was laying in bed because it was 10 or so at night and I was tired. All my work for the last day was done and I was just thinking. I wanted to text Sam and talk for a bit but I couldn't think of anything to say. I looked around my room at various things, trying to think of something to spark a conversation. Camera, nope. Computer, nope. Picture frame, no- wait. That's a panoramic picture. Panorama... Sam-orama. Holy chizz, I just made up a name for her. Perfect.

Freddie: Hey Sam-orama, how's it going?

Hah, she's gonna love it.

Sam: Woah woah wait, you just made a name for me? Impressive, Benson.

Freddie: Thanks, I figured I needed to come up with one for you considering you do it for me all the time.

Sam: I like it. Were you just looking up things on the computer that my name would fit in, trying to impress me?

Freddie: Nope, I was laying in bed and it just popped into my head.

Sam: So you were laying in bed thinking of me?

What..? Wait WHAT? Did she just... wait. Am I overthinking this, or does that look like... oh god. What the hell do I say? I can't say yes. That will out-right tell her that I like her. No. I know what I can do.

Freddie: You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Yes. There we go. That doesn't say yes or no, AND it asks her if she likes me... kinda. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea to send. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait for the text back.

Sam: Well of course, who wouldn't want to know that?

Shit... I ruined it. Honestly? Come on. What the hell, I had it! Ugh, I guess that's a failure.

Freddie: I guess you got a point.

And the rest of the conversation we on as usual. No mention of that again. I blew it.

The next day, I go to school. Same old routine. During English though, I get a text. Must be from Sam. I look at the cover and, "Carly Shay – Text Message." Huh..

Carly: Hey, I think it would be best for you if you asked Sam on a date.

WHAT? I almost fell of my chair in English I was so shocked.

"Is something wrong, Freddie?" Mrs. Briggs, as well as the entire class, was staring at me.

"What? Oh, no. Sorry Mrs. Briggs."

She shook her head and went back to the board. Back to the text message. What does she know that I don't.

Freddie: Why? Would she say yes?

Carly: Well, why don't you try it and find out?

Alright, that's a yes. I'll ask her when we get out of class.

Class ends and I head into the hall and look around for Sam or Carly. I see Carly and Sam walk toward me and when Carly sees me, her face lights up. "Hey guys."

"Hey, how was English?" Carly asks. She knows I'm going to do it right here, right now. Oh man, am I sweating?

"Eh, alright. How was math for you two?"

"Sucks, as usual. I just don't understand. If I wanted to deal with letters, I would have taken another English class." Oh Sam.

"So Sam, I was wondering," I gulped. This is it. I need to ask her. "...what did you get me for Christmas." Shit. I chickened out.

"Oh you can't just ask that, you have to wait and see." She winked at me and walked away. I blew it.

Again.

After school, I went home and laid in bed. Twice in less than 24 hours I blew my chance with Sam. I could text her, but who wants to be asked on a date via text? I know what I can do. I type into my phone "Hey, we should hang out sometime over break." That's good, right? No date connotation, but it still implies I want to see her. Maybe this isn't so bad. I press send.

Sam: Aww, I would, but I'm leaving on Christmas to go to my dads house in Oregon, and I'm working tomorrow.

Well... shit.

Freddie: You gonna be back for our annual New Year's party?

Sam: I should be. I guess I'll see you there?

Freddie: You bet. Have a good trip.

Sam: Thanks :].

Well... I guess I can wait til then. It's only a week, right?

A week goes by and it's time for the New Year's party. We always have it at Carly's apartment, and it's never a whole lot of people. Carly is there with Griffin, Gibby and Tasha, me and Sam, and a few other people. I show up and she's not there yet, so I walk around and mingle. I look up everytime the door opens, and finally it's her. I start to walk over when I see her holding this guy's hand. How? When?

I blew it #3