A/N: Hope you like, nightmarelover!

Shelby Marx punched the punching bag. She punched and punched and punched until she was sure it couldn't take anymore without breaking.

Stupid Alex.

Alex Wund was her boyfriend. Excuse me. Her ex-boyfriend.

They had met while training to be MMA fighters, and had immediately fallen in love.

Or so she thought.

Not 10 minutes ago, Shelby had walked in on him making out with her best friend, Candice. What a world.

Poor Shelby started to cry. She felt awful. Was she not good enough?

Two strong arms pulled her in for a hug from behind. Normally, Shelby would've beat their ass to kingdom come, but instinct told her not to.

"It's alright...Freddie's gotcha..." said the voice of the person.

"Freddie? Freddie Benson? What're you doing here?" Shelby asked.

"I just thought I needed to work out. I need to be able to stand up for myself whenever Sam beats me up." Freddie said.

"Shh...it's alright...I'm here, Shelby. I'm here." Freddie said. Then he leaned down and kissed her.

After they broke apart, Shelby smiled. "Don't you ever hurt me, or I'll hurt you back." Shelby said.

Freddie laughed.

"Baby, you can kick me in the face anyday."

And then he bent down to capture her lips in another kiss.

A/N: Aw, a pairing that doesn't make me wanna vomit. Probably because Sam and Shelby are so alike.