A/n: This is my first fanfic so lots of constructive critism please. This isn't the longest chapter, but I hope it's a good start for the story.

Ch. 1 Rain and Kisses

Sam's POV

It was summer and it was rainy even for Seattle. I was sitting on the rooftop of Bushwell Plasa enjoying the feeling of the rain and eating a ham. The roof top was currently under a little construction. I looked over the edge of the building. Gray pavement streched for miles. Tiny people with tiny black umbrellas ran from the constant downpour. I loved watching people run from the rain. I never got why they ran from it. You're going to get just as wet either way so why not enjoy it and dance in it. The roof top had become my favorite place to think.

Awhile before I went to see if Lewbert would let me buy part of it and surprisingly he talked to the manager and they let me have part of it for a hundred dollars for five months and then I would officialy own that part of the roof. If I couldn't pay it all off I lost the place. I was surprised that the manager agreed to let me build a house on the area. I think they were just scared I would blow Lewbert's wart off again. Since the roof top would soon officialy be mine, Freddie, Carly,and Spencer were helping me build a house on my peice of the roof. It was going to be perfect! By the end of summer I would have moved out of my mom's place and living three floors away from Carly and Freddie. I realized I would have to get a job and work and be bored a few more hours a day, but it would worth it. We were working on the skeleton of the house and it was coming along pretty well.

Carly and Spencer had left a couple hours ago when it started to rain, but for some reason Freddie had stayed. I figured he would follow Carly back inside. I looked over at Freddie. Like any nub would he was wearing a orange vest and a yellow hard hat. His penny-tee and blue jeans were soaked with rain. He was holding a two-by-four. I was surpised how strong he had gotten. He was almost strong enough to beat me in a fight. Key word being almost.

I kept thinking and chewing on my ham until Freddie yelled "Sam! Your lunch break is over! Come help me!" .

I yelled back at him "Make me, Fredface!" and threw the ham at him. It missed him. What a waste of good ham.

"Do you really want me to make you?" he asked with a smile creeping across his face.

"As if you could!" I said deffiantly.

"But I know you're weakness now." The smile was quickly becoming a wicked grin.

Fear began to nudge at the back of my mind. "You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I ?" That was the last thing I heard before he attacked me. He grabbed my shoulders and pinned me to the ground. Then he went for the kill! He started to tickle my ribs. I busted out laughing. I tried to push him away from me, but failed to do so. I had an idea. I dug my fingers into his armpits. He jumped back. We wresteled around in a tickly mess for a few minutes. In all the confusion Freddie's helmet and vest got torn off and we ended up standing. My arms were around his neck and his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to him. His clothes were so wet I could tell he was ripped. Wait! Nubs aren't supposed to be ripped! I guess all those trips to the gym paid off. I swallowed. This was by far the most akward position I had been in yet. I stared into Freddie's chocolate brown eyes. I could just stare into his eyes forever and not need any food or water. Without knowing it we had both leaned forward. Our noses were touching. I was scared of what might happen if we leaned any more. Freddie closed his eyes and leaned just enough to close the space between us. Our lips touched and I nearly died. I felt as if I had been electricuted. A tingle rushed through me, like the first time we kissed. I hugged Freddie closer to me. This wasn't supposed to happen, but the guilt wasn't enough to stop me. The rain poured down on us as if we were in a movie and Freddie deepened the kiss. That ham must have been poisened because Sam Puckett does NOT kiss Freddie Benson. Suddenly I pulled back, realizing that I was kissing my worst frenemy and this would wreck my fagile,but perfect world. "Ummm...I got to go." I muttered. I turned, ran to the door, and fled downstairs. My only thought was "What have I done?"

Freddie's POV

I watched Sam Puckett run out the door and then I laid down on the wet roof. That had been my chance to tell Sam how I feel and I blew it. Yeah, I Freddie Benson like Sam the Demon. I didn't make any effort to follow her down the stairs. Everything was wrong and the gray sky blurred with the dreary buildings as rain fell on my face. I felt perfect when we kissed but Sam ovbiously didn't. I closed my eyes and let my mind go blank. I just let the rain fall on me and hoped Sam would fall down the stairs and forget anything ever happened. The thought of Sam getting hurt made me feel bad, so I stopped thinking about it.

A/n: What did you think? Hate it, love it, or love it more? R&R