Sittin' in the apartment I share with Benson, after work. Watchin' Girly Cow on DVD. Freddie got me season 4 uncensored last year for my birthday. He may be a nub, but he knows me.

All of a sudden he flies through the door. Before I can say anything to him, though, he runs by and slams his bedroom door.

"You ok, Fredward?" I go and knock softly on his bedroom door. "You know I'll just knock it down, if you don't answer."

I can hear rustling as he gets up to open the door, before I can fulfill my threat.

He opens the door, slowly, only enough for me to see that the room is a wreck. I haven't looked in for a while, but he normally keeps his room pretty clean. Guess it's a genetic defect from his mom.

"I don't wanna talk about it, Puckett." He hasn't called me that in a while. Usually he reserves it for when I really dig into him. I'm taken aback at his tone.

"Hey, ok. Sorry for caring." I turn to walk away.

Before I can take another step though, I feel his hand on my shoulder. "Wait, Sam. I'm sorry. Things have just been really bad between me and Andrea. (A/N: OC,GF) I shouldn't take that out on you."

"Ah, girl troubles. Tell mama all about it." I lead Freddie back out into the living room, where I sit on the couch, and motion for him to sit opposite. I had a feeling it might be her, in my opinion she was never really right for him.

"So, what's the problem?"

"I wasn't lying when I said I didn't really wanna talk about it, Sam." Freddie looks really hurt. "Can we just watch TV for a bit?"

"Sure, Fredwad." I can't not jab him, even when he is hurting.

We watch a couple episodes before he speaks again.

"She broke up with me." I turn down the volume as I hear him begin.

"Why?" turning to my roommate.

"She didn't really give a reason." He chuckles. "She just said it was over, and left."

"Y'know Freddie. It's probably for the best. She made you miserable." I give him a friendly jab to the shoulder. "And she just used you for your brains."

"Was that a compliment, from the Queen of Mean?" Freddie looks honestly surprised.

"Hey, I can care. 'You' asked 'me' to live here, remember."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you would change that much." We share a laugh, and I jump on top of him, grabbing him around the neck, and giving him a noogie. "Don't push your luck, Benson."

"Why do you always get with the worst girls, anyway?" I scoot back over. "They all just use you. Why do you let them use you like that?"

"I don't know." Freddie looks honestly troubled by the question. "I guess, it just is a secondary effect of my mother. I have too much respect for women; I just let them do whatever. I mean even Carly, to an extent."

"Yeah, you hung on to that for YEARS. She could get you to do anything." I giggle, remembering some of the various things we talked him into, all because he was soooo in love with my best friend.

"You're a mess, Freddie." I continue laughing, as I try to console him. "A beautiful, nubby mess." I ruffle his hair. "You gotta stop letting these girls step all over you. They only see the opportunities you present. Take it from a master opportunist. You present quite the opportunity."

"Thanks, I think." He looks at me in gratitude.

"Step out of the shadow these girls put you in. They make you crazy." I continue. "You let them play games with your heart, and you deserve so much better."

"Take this as just another innocent mistake, all the time you have wasted on these girls. But, I refuse to let you continue this, without consequences."

"What do you mean 'you refuse' , and 'consequences'?"

"If I hear you let another girl take advantage of you, I will personally pound you until you can't move."

And I don't think he doubted it.