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Chapter 2

The first split second of contact sent sparks through both of them and Freddie straightened his neck. Before he knew what he was doing, his head lowered again and Sam's lips pressed harder to his. For more than ten seconds they kissed lightly, innocently, and when they finally broke apart, they found themselves in a position of her hands on his shoulders and his at her waist, slightly out of breath.

"Wh - what just happened?" He asked quietly, as she drew her hands back. "Whatever it was, it was . . . , um . . . well, kind of . . . uhhh . . . "

"Kind of nice?" She smirked. "That was a pretty decent kiss. You know, for a nub."

"Yeah. Pretty nice, alright. For kissing a demon, I mean. So, you're not upset about it." He worried, still holding onto her.

"Nah. I've actually been thinking about kissing you again for a while." Sam felt like making a confession herself. "Got it out of my system, now. I guess I'm cool. "

"Really? B -because I've actually been thinking about kissing you. And, uh, I was serious about us not doing anything together in a while. Would you want to maybe do something, um, sometime? Like, I - I don't know, maybe go for some burgers or see a movie or whatever? Even hang out, you know, just the two of us?"

"Seriously?" She chuckled and shook her head, lightly shoving into his shoulder to get him away from her. "Are you really asking me out on a date? Dude!"

"Well, no, I mean yes. Kinda. B - but, not really a date. We don't have to call it a date. I - I just mean we could just hang out and do something. If - if you want to. I don't know. Would that make it a date?" All of a sudden nerves made him stammer.

"You know what, you're right, we haven't hung out in a while, just us. I suppose maybe we could do something some time. I mean, Carly's my BFF and all but I can only take so much of her girly-ness."

"R-really?" He squeaked.

"And if you buy me lots of good food and don't act like too much of a nub, I might even let you kiss me again. Maybe. Sometime." Sam said with a crooked, flirty smile and then looked down.

The two parted quickly when his mother burst out into the hall, holding a gigantic tube of lotion, seemingly knowing he was around the corner by the elevator. "Freddie, my bunions!"

"See ya later, Fredface." Sam made her way onto the elevator before anything more weird happened.


The day after their unplanned kiss, things seemingly went back to normal for Sam and Freddie. They argued over stupid, petty things and Carly had to spray them with water twice to get them to stop bickering before she got ready to meet a boy for smoothies.

Carly finally felt she could take a shower without her friends killing each other and left them alone in the studio with orders to brainstorm ideas for future shows. Heaven knows, she had to be in control of what they did, even when she wasn't present.

After a few minutes of each doing something on their phone, Sam spoke. "So what are we doing this evening?"

"This evening?" He raised an eyebrow. "We?"

"Yeah. Yesterday you were all whiny about us not ever doing anything together." She shrugged. "I figure since Carls is going to be tied up with Ricky or Mickey or whatever the chiz his name is, and we both know I'm not actually going to hang out at my own house, we might as well do something."

"Yeah, we could." His eyes lit up. "What did you have in mind, Puckett?"

"There's that new 'Nightmare on the 13th' movie that just came out. I know Carly will never want to go to see something like that with me. We could check if it's playing anywhere close. And my mom won this gift card for Burger World at the bingo hall." She produced a glittery card from her back pocket. "I love their food."

"Then how'd you get it?" He asked. "And you love all food."

"True." Sam gave him an eye roll. "Let's just say, my mom's a bad poker player when she's drunk."

He held up his hands in surrender. "I don't even want to know."

Freddie began checking movie listings on his phone and soon they determined the film they wanted to see was starting in less than an hour. Carly came back up to the studio, holding two pair of shoes, hair still wrapped in a towel, to get Sam's opinion on which shoes to wear. Freddie and Sam were packing up their stuff and getting ready to head out.

"Say, where are you two going? I thought you guys would just hang out here like you always do. Since neither of you actually like to spend any time at your own homes."

"Nah. Text me and let me know it goes." Sam replied as she put on her coat, pointing to a pair of black pumps. "Have fun on your date with Dicky."

"It's Ricky!" Carly huffed, tossing the other shoes on the floor beside the lime green bean bag chair. "Where are you off to, Freddie?"

"See you later, Carls." Freddie headed downstairs, without revealing their plans, to drop off his things at home and grab his own coat to go to the theater with Sam.

Carly, oblivious that they had plans without her, simply thought Freddie was again jealous that she was going on a date with some new guy.

Thirty minutes later, as they were in line to get popcorn before the movie, Freddie turned to Sam. "Did you say anything to Carly about us doing something together?"

"It didn't come up." She shrugged. "Besides, it's not like you volunteered any information."

"You know Carly, she'd probably make a big deal out of it." He agreed. "Want to split an order of nachos?"

She just gave him a look to say 'look who you're talking to' and ignored him.

Both enjoyed the movie and Freddie even volunteered to get a third tub of popcorn for Sam. By the end of the film, they had nestled in together and very much appeared to be on a date, even though no one could see them in a dark theater.

After the movie, Sam and Freddie were walking toward the burger joint and making small talk. They were about to go inside and Sam stopped just before touching the door handle.

"This place is packed, are there even any empty tables? Ah, man. In there's Jonah."

"So? I doubt he's ever gonna mess with you again. He still walks kind of funny after what you did to him."

"No, but if he sees us together he'll be going around telling everyone that we're on a date or some chiz."

"Aren't we?" He just assumed they were.

"Well, yeah. I guess. Sorta. But do you really want it getting around school that we're a couple? People will be all over it like white on rice. And God help us if someone tells Wendy or worse, Megan."

"Are you ashamed to be hanging out with me?" Freddie frowned. "It's not like we don't do all kinds of stuff together anyway. You're one of my best friends. Scratch that, you are my best friend. Who else do I hang out with? Gibby's always with Tasha and Carly's never around. And she never wants to hang out with just me unless I'm helping her with a school project or we're studying for a test or something. She's been kind of selfish lately."

"No, I'm not ashamed! But it's just that, well, you know how the rumors flow around school and just because we went out or whatever, people will have us all coupled up and God knows what else. Then there's the clowns online that argue over Creddie and Seddie. And I don't know about you but I don't need stories going around about my private life. I mean, sooner or later, people will probably even be writing fan fictions and stuff about us."

"I guess you're right. But what about the burgers?"

She was already working on an idea. "Yeah, I really wanted that burger and I'm so hungry I could eat a road killed skunk. Hey, I know. Let's make it clear to everyone we're not on a date."

"And just how do we do that? Paint it on our foreheads." He threw his hands up.

"By acting like we normally do. You know, argue, insult each other. Stuff nobody would do if they were actually on a date. Basically, act like we pretty much hate each other. You're a good improv actor if I remember correctly. We can do this, just follow my lead."

Sam ripped the door open and walked into the restaurant with Freddie close behind. "Do you have to follow me everywhere, nub? I know how it feels to have a stalker now."

"So it's a crime to be going in the same restaurant as you?" He played along.

"Your face is a crime." She cracked back. "Oh well, as long as you're here, you can buy me food."

"Me? Why do I have to buy your food?"

"Because you're a dork." She winked at him and whispered the next part, slyly slipping the gift card in his pocket. "And apparently I have a thing for dorks."

The two ordered their food and they made their way from the counter, him carrying the tray, Sam acting impatient.

"Now I suppose you're going to want to sit with me, huh?" Sam crossed her arms and looked mean.

"Well, there is only one open table that's clean."

Sam huffed. "Fine. But you better not get any ideas about telling anyone this was some kind of chizzy date or something. Nub."

They slid into the booth, earning glances from other people in the room, who all wondered why these two people were even in the same building the way they were acting with each other.

Sam glanced up from her food to see Freddie watching her as he took a bite of his own sandwich. "I think that was pretty convincing, don't you?"

"Yep." He smirked back. "Man, this burger is amazing."

"You should try the cheese fries. I'm gonna need another order of these."

Other people came and left, employees cleaned tables, and no one paid any further attention to them. They finished their food, Freddie took care of the trash and it was decided the time had come to head home. They left and walked back toward her house, somehow taking each other's hand as they walked, clear up to her front porch.

"That was fun." She said with a giggle. "Told you, you were good at improv."

"Thanks. It was fun, wasn't it?"

"I'd invite you in, but mom's car is here so she's probably got some dude on the couch. Believe me, you don't want to see that. Maybe I should crawl in my window so I don't have to bleach my eyes."

"Do you want to maybe do this again some time?" He asked shyly.

She shrugged. "Yeah. I guess we could. But I want to do mini golf."

"How about next weekend?"

"Sounds good, that'll give me some time to come up with an alibi for us to use on Carly." Sam agreed with a cheeky grin.

"Well, good night. I'd better get going before it gets any later and my mom sends out the National Guard."

"Hey, you forgot something." Sam said and grabbed his arm as he turned away.

He turned back to have her stretch up and kiss him.

"What proper date ends without a kiss?" She smirked. "Good night, Freddie."

"Good night, Sam."