No, this isn't like, replacing Sam and Freddie's Underwater Adventure. I just had a feel for something different, and this sprung up in my mind.

Based on how many reviews I get for this one chapter - I'm thinking more than 5, I'll make another one.

But read on, anyways!

Carly hadn't expected to find Sam and Freddie bonding over Green Day on her beanbags when she walked in from her new part-time job.

She hadn't expected it at all.

Yet there they were, laughing over Wake Me Up When September Ends and tossing old CDs at each other playfully. Carly coughed. They continued bonding, Sam leaning in to steal a CD he held over her head. Carly coined again, louder this time. They kept at it.

"HEL-LO!" Carly exclaimed, kicking a beanbag and flailing her arms. It was a typical Shay thing to do when they weren't getting enough attention. "The hell happened when I was gone? You drug Freddie?" Carly asked flipping her long, mahogany hair over her shoulder. Sam only giggled.

"No, Carly. He was just showing me his old Green Day albums, no biggie." she said, wiggling her butt in the beanbag gleefully. Freddie nodded.

Carly raised an eyebrow and only let out a nonchalant "Oh." she leaned down towards Freddie's face and kissed him on the cheek.
"Your gigaserver thingie is downstairs, honey." she said, braiding her hair and looking at Sam curiously. Freddie smiled thankfully, mumbled "Its actually a gigabyte server 3000..." and headed out the door. Sam wrinkled her nose once he was gone.

"Ew, honey? What are you, fifty?" Sam asked, pushing herself up and looking at Carly. Carly smiled faintly and looked at Sam, jumping up and down.

"Shut-up. Anyways, I was on my way to Victoria's Secret - Build-A-Bra has absolutely NO sexy lingerie, and Freddie hates seeing the Teddy bear bra - anyway, I was on my way and GUESS who I spotted?" she smirked and shook her friends shoulders. The less enthusiastic we show host raised an eyebrow.

"Who?" she said monotonously.

"GRIFFIN! He like...has grown. Grownnnnn." Carly said, winking and poking Sam in the shoulder playfully. Sam rolled her eyes.

"You forgetting your b-"

"AND I was thinking, maybe we could double date! Me and Freddie, you and Griffin! And Sam, Freddie isn't my boyfriend, remember? Friends with benefits?" she teased, giggling. Sam looked repulsed.

"Ugh, I gotta go. Potato salad is calling my name. We'll talk about that double date later, Kay Carls?" Sam said, walking out of the door and shutting it with a slam. Carly only shrugged and went back to braiding her long hair, humming.

She was backed up against the wall, he was flush against her, thumbs rubbing her sides - and they couldn't be happier. Forgetting to close the door, they scurried like eager beavers to his bed, him on top of her, kissing her passionately. She bit his bottom lip and he gasped while she smirked and sneakily maneuvered her tongue into his mouth.

Moaning as she searched every crevice of his mouth, Freddie started to lift her striped top off of her, figuring he should get her back for the shock she'd given him. She only smiled and returned the favor, removing her lips from his (to which Freddie groaned in protest) to take off his 'Lemur Lovin'' Penny tee with ease. She groaned in satisfaction at his chest, and rubbed her hands over the abs he had formed over months of fencing.

Freddie couldn't breathe after a while, and rolled to the side of the bed. Sam seemed to be panting too, and put her pale hand to her forehead. Both winded from the sudden make out session, they looked at each other, eyebrows raised in confusion.

What just happened? They both thought and backed up off the bed, eyes wide. His cocoa eyes bored into her blue ones in fear. He coughed.

"I...Well...We...I...You...You should go. I..." Freddie couldn't say anything. Anything he said would come out stupid and meek to him, so he shut his mouth, looking at Sam. Sam was fiddling with her fingers and staring at the ground, as if she had done something bad. His heart was racing, and he had anything but clean thoughts running through his mind. Sam started backing to his doorway, trying to shuffle her way out of his room in shame. He was going to let her, until he paused and frowned.

"Don't leave. You can't go to Carly's...stay with me tonight, sleep on the couch, or something." he said, raking through his drawers for a shirt. He found one that read 'Big Momma' and grabbed it. The top was pink, three sizes bigger than Sam, and absolutely perfect. He tossed it to her and she catches it, blushing and scurrying into his bathroom without another word. Sam was uncharistically silent as she climbed into his bed sullenly, shutting her eyes and closing herself into feta position.

"Sorry..." was the last thing she mumbled before her blue eyes were finally shut closed. Freddie couldn't help but feel Sam had a double meaning attached to her statement, but he didn't want to figure out if that was true.

Freddie stood and mumbled "It's okay," while taking off his pants to reveal his plain Jane black boxers. He slid in the bed and turned away from Sam and kept his eyes open until everything he saw was black.

And there you go. Kinda a prolouge, but not a prolouge, you get me?

LMAO, bye guys. New chapter for SFUA soon, after my awkward writing phase blows over.

Ugh.