Freddie, having finally escaped his mother, decided to break from his song and visit Carly. Perhaps a small chat would soothe his irritation and get him back on track. However, Carly appeared not to be home when he opened the apartment door. He called her name but received no answer.
Wonder where she is? he thought, but Carly left his mind as he heard singing from above. It was beautiful singing and he felt hypnotized by it. The voice was soft and familiar…as he dug deeper into the sound he realized who the singer must be.
"Sam?" he called, bounding up the staircase. He looked into the glass part of the door and saw the blonde sitting on the car that protruded from the wall, a guitar in her hand and her mouth moving as she sang. Wow, Sam's good! he thought, Is there anything she can't do? He smiled at her perfectness as he opened the door to the studio.
Sam looked up at the door to see Freddie and shut her mouth quickly. She didn't want him listening to her song. She wasn't sure if he'd detect something in the way she sang it with him nearby. He grinned at her, and she felt her heart skip a beat.
"Was that you?" he asked.
"Yeah." she replied, "Got a problem with it, nub?"
"No. It's just...wow." he said, "I didn't think you could sing so…well." He thought she was a good singer? Whoa, she thought joyfully.
"Thanks, Freddichini." she said. Freddie walked over and sat next to her on the car. She turned her body to face him.
"Would you…sing for me?" he asked. Sam really wanted to, but the only song she could think of was hers and she didn't want him to hear it.
"Nah…" she said. He nudged her playfully.
"Ah, c'mon." he said, "You're good." She smiled at his words and started strumming to her song.
"'I lay my head down to rest, but no rest comes to me.'" she sang, "'Place the blankets over me, but I ain't sleepin'. Your image comes to mind as I beg for sleep. Your eyes twinkle and you smile down at me.'" Her voice was soothing and enticing. Freddie felt overcome by her singing. This girl was perfect in his mind, and her ability to sing so marvelously only added to her wonderfulness. He knew Sam wasn't perfect (no one was), but she was everything that equaled perfect to him. He wanted desperately to kiss her right then, just lay his lips on hers, but he knew he couldn't do that. Besides, the moment was incredible without a kiss, even if Sam didn't feel the same.
"'Baby, why'd you have to go and make me this way?'" she continued to sing, "'I don't even know if you even love me. Why can't I just say I love you?'…that's all I got, Freddieo."
"What do you mean?" Freddie asked.
"I don't have an ending to that verse." she explained, sounding defeated, "I've been trying for hours but I can't think of anything."
"Don't worry." Freddie said, placing a hand on her shoulder and she shivered, "It's still good. In fact, it was brilliant." Sam blushed and grinned. If only he knew it's about him. she thought. She gazed at him and he stared back at her, unblinking. She felt herself lean forward a little towards him. She could feel her breathing quicken as she steadily leaned. She was going so slow it was possible Freddie didn't even notice she was leaning. He probably didn't, for he said, "I gotta get home or my mom will have a fit." Sam, disappointed, nodded and moved into her old position as Freddie stood.
"Catch you later, Fredbag." she said, waving him off.
"See you." he said, waving too and leaving.
As he walked down to his apartment he whistled Sam's song to himself. He liked it all, the first few words especially. As he replayed the first verse, he remembered the last verse to his song and an idea sparked. He then ran to his room, grabbed the black crayon his mother had given him, and wrote her first words next to his last.
"'I wanna hold you tight and kiss in the rain. Then you'd punch me and smile like you do. Sounds really odd, but it's what I want. When I think of you I can't do nothin' else and I lay my head down to rest, but no rest comes to me. To me.'" he sang. Then he smiled. Perfect, he thought.
Sam was about to try for another verse when she noticed a pen on the floor. She picked it up and saw FREDWARD BENSON written on it. It must've fallen out of Freddie's pocket, she thought. Placing it in her pocket, she walked down to Freddie's apartment.
She neared the apartment and her fist was inches from collision with the door when a song floated out from behind it. "'I wish this was just a game that we play. Wish we could stop whenever we wanted. But we can't do that, 'cause it's not a game. I know we fight and it seems like I don't care but truth be told I may be the only one. Only one.'" came through the door. Sam felt herself swaying in tune with the song. She grinned and closed her eyes, for the song made her feel nice and tranquil. She realized this must be Freddie singing. As she listened to it, she realized the first line of his song would go fantastically as the last line in hers. She hummed it to herself.
Baby, why'd you have to go and make me this way? she sang in her head, I don't even know if you even love me. Why can't I just say I love you? I wish this was just a game that we play. As she finished humming, she knew it was a perfect fit.
