A/N: So, I know through out the story it may seem like a creddie, but trust me, it's a seddie. Enjoy!
Sam Puckett stood in her room, admiring her new outfit that she had just bought for her upcoming date with Freddie. She and Freddie had been dating for about two months, and they were the best two months of her life. She loved being Freddie's girlfriends. She really felt accepted by him. He treated her right, he would never hurt her, and overall he was an amazing boyfriend. And she was lucky to have him.
She and Freddie had a date tonight. They were going to Kate's, Sam's favorite fancy restaurant. She loved the food, but she never liked dressing up. But tonight was different. Sam put on as much make-up as she thought she needed, and even put on her favorite Dior dress and a pair of brand new Saint Laurent heels. Tonight was the couple's two-month anniversary, and she was bound to make it perfect.
The blonde walked over to her dressing table to make some finishing touches on her perfectly straightened hair. She really wanted to make a good impression on Freddie. She was set to it. As she made some quick adjustments, she thought about him. She could see his deep brown eyes, just boring into her as if he was sucking out her soul. She would almost smell the axe colon he wore for her because he knew it was her favorite. She could feel the texture of his dorky little shirts that somehow made her think he was even more adorable.
In other words, she was star struck.
She turned off her hair straightener, and picked up the present she had bought for her dorky boyfriend. Sam had used all of her money to buy him the best present she could manage, a ring. She knew she was crazy for doing it, but she loved him so much that she didn't care about money at all. She even had it engraved to say 'I love you, forever and always.' She really did care about him…
Mean while, Freddie Benson was in his bedroom in Bushwell Plaza in the more upper class of Seattle. He was also getting ready for his date with his wonderful girlfriend later that night. He cared about Sam way more then she would know. He would always tell himself that if she was in trouble, make sure to help her. He would do anything for her. He would die for her.
Freddie loosened the tie his mother made him wore just a bit. He hated when his mom tried to plan his dates. He hated it even more when she would control whom he would try to date. But what he honestly liked was that his mother really liked Sam. At first, Mrs. Benson hated Sam. But over time, she saw how Sam treated him, lovingly. And that was the day that a crazy accepted that her tech geek of a son was dating a blonde headed demon.
Freddie fixed his hair into its normal fashion, neat but with a mix of Edward Cullen. That was the way that Sam liked him to do his hair. When he was sure that he was ready, he walked over to his bed and picked up the small box, Sam's present for their two-month anniversary. He had bought her a necklace, a Dior necklace. Dior was her favorite designer of clothing, shoes, jewelry, etc. the necklace was long and gold and it said 'love'. He had already given her the one that said 'breathe' on it and she loved it. He was hoping that she would wear it tonight. He loved the way she looked in it.
Freddie grabbed his jacket, shut out the light and closed his bedroom door behind him. He walked into the kitchen to tell his mother goodbye.
"Mom!" he yelled. Suddenly, he felt something burning his chest.
"Ahh!" he shrieked. He looked up to see his mother giving him an apologetic look, while holding a bowl of pasta with a lot of sauce. Obviously, that was what was covering Freddie's brand new shirt.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Freddie-bear!" she said. "I didn't mean to!"
"Its fine mom, I can just go and ask Spencer if he has a shirt I could wear on my date. Besides, I told Sam to meet me at Carly's anyway." He said. Both Freddie and Sam neither wanted to meet at the others house. They thought that their family's were too weird.
"Sorry again!" his mother cried, as he walked towards the front door. He knocked on the Shays door and waited for someone to answer. Over the years, Carly had gotten sick of Sam and Freddie just barging in whenever they pleased. So she told them to just knock on the door.
Carly opened the door to see Freddie's mess of a shirt. She chuckled, but was still surprised. She knew that this had to be his mother's fault. Freddie wasn't a clumsy person, and she knew this for a fact.
"Hey Freddie!" she said in her usual happy tone. "What happen, did a spaghetti taco monster throw up on you?" she said jokingly. Ahh, spaghetti tacos. A creation of the one and only Spencer Shay.
"My mom accidentally dropped her dinner all over me. I just came to see if I could borrow a shirt from Spencer for my date with Sam tonight." He could feel the food still burning his skin. "And could you hurry up? This stuff is burning." He rushed.
"Oh, yeah!" she said and allowed Freddie to come into the large apartment. Carly rushed into Spencer's room to grab Freddie one of his smallest shirts.
"Spencer went to the art store downtown to get some new supplies for a sculpture." He heard Carly call from the hallway. "He should be back soon."
Carly came back from Spencer's room with a blue button up shirt and a darker blue tie. He smiled, as he realized that blue was one of Sam's favorite colors.
"Thanks." He said.
"Um, here." Carly said. "Maybe you should take off your shirt." She said. She held the shirt and tie close to her stomach.
Freddie reached down and started to unbutton his shirt. On by one he popped each button. Finally, he shirt was open, showing himself. He really didn't feel comfortable doing this, speaking that he had a girlfriend and he was shirtless in front of his best friend. But he knew nothing was going to happen, it was only Carly.
Carly looked down at his chest and abdominals. She instantly got red in the face. Freddie instantly knew what was going to happen, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
Meanwhile, Spencer Shay was stepping into the elevator, going to his apartment.
"Hold the elevator!" he heard a girl say. He put his hand on the door to stop it from closing. "Thank you." He heard the girl say. Then, he saw her face. "Oh, hey Sam!"
"Oh, Spencer! What's up?" Spencer looked at Sam's attire, a beautiful dress and high heels. He automatically knew that she and Freddie had a date tonight.
"Nothing, I was just at the Armenian bakery across the street. They had some new meat in their lamajun, and I just HAD to try it!" he said.
Sam looked at him like he was crazy. "Okay…?"
"So, you and Freddie have a date tonight?" he asked her.
"Yeah," she said. "Today is our two-month anniversary." She said with a smile. The thought of what may happen tonight made her a bit nervous.
The elevator made a dinging noise, letting the two know that they were now on the eighth floor.
While in the Shay household, Carly looked back up and into Freddie's eyes.
"Carly," he said. "What are you doi-." He was interrupted. Carly's lips were pressed up against his. Shock ran through Freddie's body, that he even forgot to pull away. So he just stood there and let his Girlfriends best friend kiss him.
Then, he heard a gasp. Immediately, he pulled away from Carly. He looked towards the door. And there stood, His girlfriend. Sam Puckett. Crying, because of him.