A/N Here is the second installment of...IT'S RAINING SEDDIE! (it's rainin' seddie, hallelujah, it's rainin' seddie, amen, etc...)

Sam walked home one night and collapsed on her bed. She sighed. She had just had the best date with Freddie. She picked up her phone and called Carly. "Carls! I have a huge problem!" she yelled into the phone.
"Hey, Sam. Great to talk to you too," said Carly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Whatever. It's about Freddie," said Sam.
Carly gasped. "Oh my god! You're pregnant, aren't you?"
"What? No! I just got back from our date and it was perfect!"
"Then why are you upset?"
"Well..."

(Flashback time)


Earlier that night...

"Mom! I'm going on a date with Freddie, I dont know when I'll be home!" Sam called to her mother from the front door. She was answered by a grunt from the kitchen. Good to know her mom cared. She walked out the door and locked it so her mom couldn't get out...I mean, no one could get in. She saw Freddie's car in front of her house and sighed. Wait, why would she sigh like that? Her boyfriend was waiting there for her. Why wasn't she happy? She checked her watch. Wow, exactly 6:00. This boy was always on time. She was woken from her thoughts when she realised she was at his car. She got in. "Hi," she said. Freddie smiled.
"You look beautiful," he said. Sam smiled.
"Thanks. You look great too," she said.

They got to the restaurant and found their table. "Those seats are really close," observed Freddie. He moved the seats a little farther away from each other. Sam frowned.
"Don't you wanna sit close to me?" she said, obviously hurt.
"Oh no, no! Don't you ever think that, baby," he said. "It's just that a lady needs her space, and I respect that." Sam smiled. "Thanks." But her smile was empty and forced. She sighed inwardly.


Back to the present...

"But why are you so upset? I mean, he respects your space, he never makes you wait, he treats you well...why is that bad?" Carly asked.
"I am getting to that!" said Sam impatiently. "It's just that when we first started dating..."


Earlier that year...

"Sam, I've told you-"
"Shut UP, Freddie!"
"I'm not going to shut up, Sam, you know that!"
"Well, it was worth a try, wasn't it?"
"Funny, that's the first time I've ever seen you actually try at something!"
"Ugh!" It was 2 am, and Sam was on the phone to her boyfriend, Freddie. As usual, they were screaming at each other.
"That's all you can say? See, you are so lazy!"
"Well, YOU are such a nub!"
"A nub? That's the only name you can think of?"
"Well, I can think of a few others!"
"Yes, but little Sammy doesn't dare to use them!"
"Okay, Benson, I am coming over there and I am going to dare to use them to your face!"
"Don't bother, I'm at Carly's!"
"What?"
"I said-"
"I heard you! What are you doing at Carly's at 2 o'clock in the morning?"
"Sam, I-"
"Freddie, what are you doing?"
"Sam, I swear, it isn't what it seems like-"
"Really? Well then you won't mind me coming over there. If you're happy for me to come over there, don't say one more word."
"Sam-" Sam hung up the phone and collapsed on her bed crying.
"Curse you, Freddie Benson!" she sobbed. She sobbed for what seemed like years. Eventually, she heard a tap on her window. She stood up and went to investigate. She looked out her window. There, standing in the rain with a handful of pebbles, was Freddie. Sam turned away from her window.
"Sam, just hear me out!" he called. Sam rolled her eyes. She walked back to the window.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Benson?"
Freddie looked up at her. "Sam, it wasn't what it seemed like! Carly wasn't even there!"
"Then why were you?"
"Spencer found a spider in his room and I had to kill it."
"Really?"
"I swear, Sam. I would never do something like that to you. I love you more than anything in this world!"
Sam turned away from the window again. Freddie sighed dejectedly. "Great," he muttered. Suddenly, someone was standing next to him. "Hi," said Sam.
"Sam, I didn't mean anything I said on the phone just then, I-"
"Shut up, Benson."
"I swear, none of it-"
Sam leaned in and kissed him to shut him up.
"So, you still love me, despite everything?" asked Freddie.
"Of course," replied Sam. She kissed him again.


Back to the present...

Sam was snapped out of her flashback by Carly. "Sam?"
"Sorry, Carls. Now do you see why I'm upset?"
"Yeah. Your relationship used to be screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, and now it's just...boring."
Sam sighed. "Exactly. I hardly feel anything anymore. I'm not even sure if I was in love with him in the first place. I mean, it might have just been like a really huge crush that I'm now over."
"Sam?" said a dejected voice from her door.
Sam turned to see a broken-hearted Freddie in her doorway, holding a bunch of roses. "Oh my god, Freddie, how long were you there?"
"Long enough," said Freddie. He threw the roses on the floor and left.
"Freddie!" Sam yelled after him. Carly, on the phone which Sam had thrown down on her bed, said "Sam? Are you there? What's going on?"
Sam picked up her phoned. "I'll call you later, Carls!" She was about to go after Freddie when she saw something that had fallen out of the bunch of roses.
"No way," whispered Sam.
There, next to the bunch of flowers her amazing boyfriend was going to give to her, was a small velvet box.

Okay, so this one is gonna be a two-shot. Possibly more. So, who can guess what's in the box? Huh? Huh?