Sam hated that she needed him. That everytime something bad happened she found herself outside his window, on the fire escape.
She wished it wouldn't be him. Wished that for once she would go to Carly or Spencer, instead of Freddie. Everytime she and Freddie were alone she was nicer, didn't call him names, didn't tease him, and she definatly didn't hate him.
One night Sam's house turned into a zoo. Her mom and boyfriend, of the week, came home drunk. Her mom's boyfriend had walked up to her and slapped her across the face for walking out of the room. Sam didn't think then, she just ran.
When she stopped outside her window she wanted to turn around. She knew that going home wasn't an option. She knocked on the window.
When Freddie openned it he saw the bright red mark on her cheek. He also saw how worried she looked. He offered her hand, she took it and climbed in.
His bed was comforting so she took her usual place at the foot. Freddie sat down nest to her. Sam layed her head on his shoulder and sighed.
"What happened Sam?"
"Can we just not talk this time." Her voice was soft.
"How does that help?"
"Just being here helps. I don't need to talk."
"Whatever you say."
They sat in silence for a few seconds... until Sam sighed.
"Why does she date guys like that?"
"Your mom? Well maybe she doesn't realise it."
"Yeah, but when they do tings, she's drunk."
Freddie shifted so that he and Sam were face to face. Her cheek was going to have a bruise in the morning. Sam kept her head down, staring at her fingers. Freddie reached to caress her cheeck, hoping to make her feel better.
"Ow. Freddie stop." Her voice was pleading.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It wasn't you." Her voice was shaking.
Sam tried to scoot closer to Freddie without him noticing. She failed. Freddie smiled. Sam leaned forward a litte and then hesitated.
"It's okay." Freddie whispered.
Sam cautiously leaned until her lips met Freddie's. The kiss started sweet and innocent. Sam felt her need to feel something other than pain and sadness take over. Everytime her lips moved, she moved closer to Freddie. Things quickly went from sweet to heated and driven by desparation. Freddie had moved his hands to Sam's waist.
Freddie had accepted his secret closeness wih Sam, but this was different. When they broke for air Freddie noticed the way Sam's chest rose and fell, like she had been holding her breath long before the kiss started.
Sam noticed that not only were Freddie's hands gripping her waist, but that she was on top of his lap now. She didn't know what came over her but it felt right.
"What just happened?" His words were a whisper but they snapped Sam back into reality.
"I don't know." Sam hated that she was so confused.
Freddie was quiet. Sam thought that maybe she made a mistake. That Freddie would kick her out and never let her back in. Freddie was in shock, this had never happened before. Normally Sam would come in and talk for hours then go to sleep in his bed while Freddie took the floor.
Niether moved. They didn't want to continue, but they didn't want to let go. The tension in the roon was unbareable. Sam had to get out.
"I gotta go."
"What are you talking about? You can't leave."
"I'll go to Carly's. Please, jsut don't tell anyone about this."
"Okay, but Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't think that just because this just happened you aren't welcome."
"Bye Freddie."
"Bye."
A/N: Please tell me if I should continue this. I already now what is going to happen, I just want to know what you guys think.
