"Hey, Sam." Freddie said, entering the Puckett house.

"Hey, nub. What are you doing here? Carly's at her house. Or did you finally get it through that thick head of yours that she'll never love you, and you've come here to tell me I was right all along?" Sam smirked.

Freddie grinned and looked up at her.

"Ya know what, Puckett? You're right. Carly will never love me. I accept that."

Sam was taken aback. "W-what? Really? You have?" she asked, clearly shocked.

Freddie nodded.

"I have. And I'm not here to give you the satisfaction of saying, "I told you so", though you probably will get it." Freddie said.

Sam nodded. "Go on..."

"I'm here because..." Freddie bit his lower lip, making himself look nervous.

"Because...?" Sam prodded.

"I want to tell you...Sam..." Freddie looked straight at her, directly in her eyes, held her hand, and said:

"I'm in love with you, Samantha Puckett. I couldn't be more in love with anyone else if I tried. I would be honored, no...blessed...if you'd agree to go out with me. I love you, Princess Puckett."

Sam's eyes widened, and you could easily see tears starting to form.

"Y-you..D-do...Do you really mean that?" Sam asked, smiling slightly.

Freddie dropped her hand and busted out laughing.

"Of course I don't mean it! No one in their right mind would! So, are you mad? I like seeing you all feisty." Freddie chuckled.

Sam closeed her eyes. "Get out." she said tensly.

'Uh. Oh.' Freddie thought. 'Here it comes!'

"GET. OUT." Sam said more forcefully."

"Sam-" Freddie started.

"No, Freddie! I never want to see you again! Get out of my house and get out of my life!" Sam screeched, slamming the door in his face.

Freddie turned around and started walking home.

He could faintly hear a girl crying in the distance, but perhaps it was only his imagination.

A/N: Aw, poor Sam. I know Freddie's a little OOC, but it's needed for this plot. REVIEW!