Another Rapid Fire Fic to get this all out of my head and somewhere useful. R & R please. And if anyone is curious why I have only written from Freddie's POV in all my fics, it's cuz I am a dude, and he is a dude, and I have NO IDEA how the mind of a teenage girl works.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this. I mean, in my wildest dreams, maybe, but to even consider the reality…..

My eighteenth birthday had so far been uneventful. Pretty much a normal day for the three of us. I flirted shamelessly with Carly all day, and got beaten on just as shamelessly by "Princess Puckett". I figure I'll keep it up, juts to keep things normal. Truth be told, I got over Carly's rejection long ago. It was better to have her as a friend, than to risk losing her completely.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah….. my 18th. After school, Carly and Sam bolted like the school was gonna explode, so I drove home alone. I wondered what was up, but figured Carly had some kind of surprise for my birthday that they needed to set up. Boy, was I right.

I stopped at Carly's door and knocked. The door wasn't latched, so it swung open slowly. There was no one in the living room, but I figured maybe the girls had gone up to the studio, so I started the trek up the stairs. When my head reached the level of the 3rd floor, I was nearly knocked down the stairs by the sight that greeted me. Carly was sitting in the mass of beanbags that has always been in the middle of the studio. Sam was straddling her, and it looked like they were making out. My two best friends were making out! My FEMALE best friends. I stumbled backwards down the stairs, then turned and ran for the door of the apartment. I heard the door upstairs open and almost made it to the door before I felt someone wrap their finger around my back belt loop. I tried to turn and see which if them it was, as this knowledge would be useful in knowing whether I was to be yelled at by Carly, or beaten to death by Sam. But we were moving too fast. The next thing I knew, I found myself trapped on the couch, pinned by the half-naked blonde demon taking the same position over me she previously had on Carly. My life flashed before my eyes.

"Hey, do I get a kiss too?" I asked, figuring I had nothing to lose, since she was going to kill me anyway.

"As a matter of fact…" Her lips crashed into mine. It lasted only a second before she bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. She drew back and smiled evilly.

"That's for being a smartass."

I heard Carly come down the stairs behind us. "Quit torturing the man, Sam."

"But it's so much fun…."

"Um, can someone explain what is going on here?" I asked.

"Nope." Carly walked up behind the couch and grabbed hold of my hair, pulling my head back. Then she kissed me. It was everything I had thought it would be all those years ago.

"Okay, now I am REALLLY confused."

"Just the way I like it." Sam pulled my head back up to look at her. "We were afraid that you were never going to make a move. So we decided to move for you."

"But I… We… What?" this was not helping.

"For your birthday, we decided to give you what you really want." Carly strode around the couch. "So happy birthday, Freddie." She sat down on the couch and leaned in to kiss my cheek.