[A/N] heeey guys. ;] okay, so second 'chapter' of Bleeding Love. please enjoy! also, I have a project for you all. i have yet to decide on what Freddie's illness should be…so, please give me something. haha, i will give complete credit for the idea to you if i choose yours. enjoy ;]

[FREDDIE; POV'.]

"Sam!" I cried out in pain. She had me in a major headlock, and frankly, it was giving me an intense headache.

"Take it back!" She squealed. "Take it back, or I'll…I'll…" she mumbled, looking around my room for something valuable.

"Alright, alright, uncle!" I screeched. She let go abruptly, and walked over to my bed, sitting down with a sigh. I sat down next to her, draping my arm over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry Sam. I shouldn't have said that." I breathed out. She shifted her body so that she was facing me.

"Yeah," she agreed. "You really shouldn't have…" she nestled her head into my shoulder blade. She then muttered something incoherently.

"Huh?" I asked.

"I said," she answered, raising her head up from my body. "You know how I feel about my mom…"

We sat in silence for a while, and if Sam didn't try to seduce me, I'd probably still be asleep.

"Freddie…" she hummed. I didn't respond. "Freddie…?" She inquired. Sam then trailed silent kisses down my collarbone, back up again, and kissed my lips, waking me up.

"Sam…" I muttered, putting my hands on her waist. We'd been doing -this- since Prom. Her boyfriend, Jonah, had stood her up the night of the big event, and I'd came to Carly's to get a paper, only to find Sam outside of the apartment door, sulking. I asked her what was wrong, and then took her to Prom.

My hands traveled up and down her back, and eventually found what they were looking for. I lifted the edge of her shirt and skimmed my hands along her lower back, elating a moan from the beautiful blonde on top of me.

"Freddie…" she whimpered. She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me.

"Sam," I gulped. "N-not now." She climbed off of me and sat next to me again.

"Freddie, I miss her…" she mumbled. Tomorrow would be the anniversary of death for Sam's mom. Exactly 2 years ago, she died of a terrible murder, and Sam was lucky enough to escape the murderer and ran screaming to my apartment, where we dialed 911.

"I know Sammy, I know." I replied, nuzzling my face in her hair. "Sam, there's something I gotta tell you."

"What is it Freddie?" Sam asked without lifting her head from my chest.

"Well, you see…"

[A/N] well, it wasn't that long, and this was a complicated chapter to write…well chapter being the operative word. more like a fill-in. um, yeah. so, I need a sickness that Freddie has, so ideas please!!! vote on my pole as well.

-Brooklyn.