As long I was missing her, I thought I might as well make the most of it and do it right, she deserved that much. I shuffled over to my computer desk to open the drawer. I dug around a little before I'd found what I was looking for. I placed the stack of pictures in front of me and stared at the top picture, one of Sam, Carly, and I on the first day of high school. I picked up the thick stack and flipped through the pictures, the point where Sam and I had starting dating was obvious, since Carly had suddenly disappeared from the pictures and they became of just Sam and I. I smiled and flipped to the next picture when something fluttered out from the pile. I bent over and picked it up to examine it. I was startled when I realized what it was, a letter I'd written to Sam back when I'd first become aware that I had feelings for her. It was dated three months after we'd kissed for the first time to "get it out of the way." After that night I remember, I hadn't been able to get her out of my head, but she'd started dating someone else. It shocked me that instead of spending my nights thinking about Carly, images of Sam had become burned into my mind.

I guess my actions around Sam had changed at that point, she'd often snap me out a daydream to question why I was staring at her, or ask why I'd stopped arguing with her when she'd insult me. All I could do then was blush, I was convinced that she knew I'd fallen for her and I was ready to do whatever it took to be with her. I needed to know if she felt anything back ,even if she already had a boyfriend, so I wrote her the letter. I took a deep breath before deciding to reread my words.

Dear Sam,

If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm just going to spell it out for you. I like you. I know I'm probably not very good at hiding it. It might come as a surprise to you, since we've never exactly connected very well, but lately we've been getting along better, I mean we certainly get along way better than you and Damien. I've heard you fighting with him; he doesn't get you at all. And since the night that we kissed all I can think about is kissing you again. And when I'm around I get so nervous and I feel like I'm going to explode or something if I don't just grab you and kiss you right then! So, you see my problem! I just can't do something like that, because it would ruin everything (or you might break my arm) and there's a lot that I'd miss if I couldn't be around you anymore! There have been so many times that I tried to tell you. I'd make bets with myself like "I'll tell her tonight", but my mouth got dry and my hands got shaky and my heart pounded and I...just couldn't tell you, so I'm saying it now. What I want is for you to love me, and not how you love Carly, or how you love ham. I want you to be in love with me, like I'm in love with you.

-Freddie.

I blushed and remembered the reason why I'd decided never to give it to her, though it still became the reason Sam and I ended up together. She'd come over to my apartment three nights after I'd written it. I remember everything about that night, how could I forget?

It was a Friday night and my mom was working late at the hospital. I had just been getting ready for bed when there was a knock at my apartment door. Thinking it was Carly with an idea for the show, I hastily swung open the door and was face to face with Sam. I was about to say something before she interrupted me.

"Carly's not home," she sputtered, "and Damien dumped me." Her lip began to quiver as she forced out the last few words..

"Oh Gosh Sam. I'm sorry." I had no idea what to do. I wrapped my arms around her and patted her on the back in an attempt to comfort her when secretly I was so selfishly happy.

"No, you're not sorry Freddie. You never liked him." She stepped back from my embrace to look up at me and slightly smiled.

"That's true." I admitted. "Come on, let's go to my room and we can talk about why he sucks." She laughed then and followed me into my bedroom.

After that night Sam and I began to spend a lot of time alone together. Mostly in my apartment after school. It was one of those days when Sam and I finally got together, though not in the way I'd ever pictured. She was cracking up while telling me a story about torturing a teacher in class today.

"...and you should have seen her face, Freddie!" she laughed. "It was hilarious. Oh! I'll draw a picture for you! Where do you keep your paper?" She asked while jumping around excitedly.

"Top left drawer." I said, pointing towards the desk, forgetting what I had hidden in that drawer.

"What's this?" She asked while pulling out a folded piece of notebook paper.

"What?" I jerked my head around to look at her. I lunged to grab it out of her hands when I realized, with horror, what it was she held in her hands, but she was too quick and dodged me causing me to trip into the wall and her to laugh even harder.

"Is it a looove letter Fredward?"

"Sam! Give it back." I pleaded.

"No, just wait!" She squealed and unfolded the paper. "Dear Sam..." She read aloud and the smirk was instantly wiped from her face. She continued to read the rest of the letter while I sat on the ground helpless. When she was done she stared down at me blankly.

"Freddie..." She started

"I told you not to read it." I said angrily. She bent down next to me and put her hand on my knee.

"Why didn't you give this to me?"

"Because it was stupid." I muttered.

"It is not stupid Freddie."

"Why? Because you think it's funny? You think it's cute, right? Sam I-" She cut me off by pressing her lips to mine. I pulled away shocked and stared at her.

"You're an idiot." She said grinning. "I like you too, Freddie."

I fell back onto my bed and covered my face with my hands.

"I'm not getting over her." I declared. "Not ever."

Okay, I know it took way too long to put this up. I don't have any excuse other than I was just out doing other things. I'm working on the last chapter of this and a new story so look out for those. As always reviews are appreciated!