Helloo! Sorry it took me a while to update. It was partly because I wanted to wait until I got more reviews but it was mostly because I was lazy. Thank you to the people that reviewed! I will put your names up on the next chapter! :) Ok, so this chapter is...um, well, it's a chapter hahahaa the title is a reference to the song my Taylor Swift (don't make me tell you. It's sort of obvious haha). Please enjoy!

Chapter Key:
words- recieved text
words- sent text (the site won't let me underline words, so this is the best I could do)

words- pretty much just words that appear on the phone. . . eh, you'll understand

Buzz. I felt my phone vibrate once again in my pocket. I fished it out and read the text message from Freddie:

This is so fun.

I giggled to myself, hearing his sarcasm in the words alone without hearing his voice. I turned around in my seat to see Freddie looking back at me. I smiled at him, he returned it, and I turned around to reply.

u suck at cooking and need to learn. i shall not associate with u otherwise :)

Send. I heard a laugh from behind me and recognized it immediately.

"Is something funny, Mr. Benson?" The teacher asked him. His head snapped up, eyes wide, and attempted to answer her.

"Oh . . . uh, nothing. It's just . . . onion dip fascinates me." He said, referring to what she had been talking about. Ms. Wiesner had been discussing the curriculum for this year, but I zoned out every few minutes to read Freddie's amusing texts. We had come so far in the past month. Nothing from the past, except for Sam, was ever the topic of conversation anymore. He had stopped accusing me of cheating on him, even thought I knew he still felt it down under. I don't think he would ever fully trust me again. But talking was a start. It was progress, which was good.

Ms. Wiesner rolled her eyes and continued her lecture. Buzz.

Tht was close. heyy, wanna get a pizza after class?

I tilted my head, thinking, and replied:

I guess. but I have to b back at my dorm by 5. Michaela and i r going to the movies

More talking. More lecture. Buzz.

Mmmkay :)

I smiled. Ugh, I loved him.

After all of the talking and all of the lecturing, she handed out the agenda for the year and let us leave. I stuffed the extremely thick book into my bag, not planning on looking at for about another 6 months until it was absolutely necessary. I waited outside for all of the people to clear the room and then I saw the brown hair, brown eyes, defined abs peeking through his white, semi see-through shirt, and knew who I was looking at. He smiled at me as he emerged in the doorway. I smiled back and started to walk to our favorite on campus restaurant, Mario's.

"Pepperoni, sausage, and on the other half of the pizza please add some mushrooms." Freddie finished up our order. I giddy, blonde waitress nodded, took our menus, and skipped off to the back of the restaurant.

"You always know what to get." I told him, taking a sip of my water.

"I know you too well." He smiled. I propped my elbows up on the table and supported my head with my hands, gazing at him. I wanted to find something wrong with him, some sort of flaw, but there wasn't one. He was so perfect.

"Yeah, I guess." I sighed. "So, have you talked to Sam lately?"

He coughed. "Sorry." He said while wiping the water off of his mouth. "Um, not really. We didn't, um . . . we didn't keep in touch after you left."

"Aw, why not?" I asked, knowing the answer before I asked the question. Sam and Freddie really only associated with each other because of me. I assumed since they met through me, so I guess when I left, there was really no real reason to continue talking. But again, that was me assuming.

"I didn't like her, never did like her, and never gonna like her." He said bluntly. I flinched a bit, not really expecting such a harsh answer.

"Look, I know you guys never really got along, but that doesn't mean –"

"I really don't want to talk about Sam anymore, ok?" At that moment, the waitress came back with our pizza and Freddie dug in immediately. I looked at him for a while before I decided to eat as well. Throughout our meal, I kept stealing glances at him. I wanted to push him more on the Sam subject, ask him why it was so hard to talk about, but I came to the conclusion that I shouldn't. If he had brushed it off that quickly, my guess that it wasn't really important, or it was a bombshell. I tried not to assume the worst. Freddie looked back occasionally at me, and we would stare at each other awkwardly for a moment, but brake eye contact. I always thought about different ways Freddie and I would end up, but I sure as hell didn't imagine this. It was awkward, it was nerve-wracking, and most of all, it was pathetic. In the old days, he would've just told me what was going on, if anything. But that was a while ago. Now, it was like he was dough, and I had to take a rolling pin and force the secrets to come out. I used to write in my diary about how maybe one day we would get married, have 3 kids, and live in a loft in New York City. I don't know why that was my vision, but for some reason, that was the one that I truly hoped for. But the thing was, I hated New York. I hated the bugs, the trash, and the people. They were all disgusting. I remember one day, back at Bushwell, while we were watching a stupid documentary in biology, Freddie had told me it was his dream to visit and one day live in New York. Ever since then, I had wanted to go there with him, explore with him. I wanted him to have atleast one fulfillment in his life. But now, I couldn't even give him that. The only thing I could do now was stare at him in confusion. Confusion about everything and anything. Confusion about him, confusion about me . . . confusion about us.

I nodded, finally coming back to real life. "Sorry." I flipped open my phone, trying to distract myself from looking him in the eye.

1 unread message
From: Michaela

My screen on my phone read. I clicked read, and read the text:

Uh hello? Movies! Where the hell r u?

I grabbed a surprised Freddie's wrist, looked at the time on his watch, and texted back:

So sorry! I was caught up with something else. Ill meet u there.

Send. "I have to go." I grabbed my purse and walked away before he had a chance to answer. As I walked the 25 minute pathway that led to the movies, I couldn't get my mind off Freddie. Hell, when wasn't my mind on Freddie. So many questions running through my mind; why did I still like him so much? What wasn't he telling me? Does he like me? What the hell is that smell? I looked up from my feet, where I had been staring at the whole time I was walking, and noticed a huge sign with a bunch of movie titles. I sighed and walked into the building. The theatre was right outside of the campus and it was a Friday night. Tons of college people were huddled into atleast 6 groups throughout the building. It wasn't until my eyes passed the group of dudes that looked like Abercrombie models that I found Michaela. She was wearing white skinny jeans, a yellow blouse, and some ankle boots. Her blonde hair was half up, half down, and the highlights she had gotten earlier that week were looking great. After that first day of awkward 'getting to know your roommate' stuff, I had actually learned to like her. She wasn't nearly as appealing as Sam, in terms of fun (not looks; I don't roll that way), but she wasn't bad. We had bounded over our music, Hot Chelle Rae, and quickly found a lot more of things in common. When she found me, she motioned over for me to come.

"Hey, you!"

"Hi." She looped one arm around mine, something that I had always hated, but didn't really care about anymore. She walked me over to the group she had been talking to before I arrived. It was conceived of Alicia, Tori, Adam, Shelby, Alyson, and Craig. I waved and smiled at all of them. When I waved at Adam, he smiled, flashing his 'too white to be teeth' teeth. He had always been fond of me. And trust me, there was nothing wrong with him. We had even hooked up on a couple occasions, but he wasn't . . . Freddie.

"So can we please go? The movie starts in 7 minutes!" Alyson squealed.

"Yeah, let's go!" Michaela exclaimed, running after the girls, unhooking arms with me in the process. Adam stayed behind to walk with me. I grabbed his hand, intertwined my fingers with his, and followed the girls and Craig, not looking back at Adam to see what he had to say. All I wanted was to get Freddie off of my mind, and I knew exactly how I was going to do it.

At Carly's dorm

"Is this ok?" Adam asked for permission. I barely heard him, seeing as how his voice was muffled and his mouth was busy sucking on my neck. I didn't want to talk. I pulled his head up so he could look me in the eyes. We held our gaze for a moment until he directed his attention on my shirt. One by one, he undid the buttons in perfect sequence. When the last button was lose, he yanked off my shirt, throwing it somewhere I didn't even try to see. My eyes were focused on his body. At that point, he was only wearing his boxers and white socks, with me still in my jeans shorts and bra. I felt his hands crawl underneath my back towards the buckle. I didn't want to tell him no, but I didn't want this going to any further. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my hips, silently telling him this was as far as we were going to get. He caught on, sighed, but continued to kiss me nevertheless.

Buzz.

"Was that mine, or yours?" I tried to ask in between kisses. He shrugged and attempted once again to get my shorts off. I pushed him off, getting up to check my phone.

1 unread message
From: Freddie

I clicked read.

Wanna come over and study the recipes? :) There will b ice cream!

I turned my head slightly to the semi naked Adam that was sprawled out on my bed, waiting for me. We had left the movie early so that we could come back and do, well, this. He wasn't my boyfriend, but more like my boy toy. I smiled to myself. I loved that word.

Make sure its cookies & cream. B over in 10.

"I have to go." I said, finding my shirt on the mini fridge. That's where it went I thought to myself.

"What? Now? Why?" He hopped off of the bed and stood in front of me.

"Adam, just get out. You knew you weren't going to be able to stay over so why are you freaking out?" I asked him, putting on my white vans.

"I'm freaking out because you're ditching me to go play with your little techy nerd." How the hell did he know who texted me?

"I'm not ditching you. I just, wasn't that into it." At that point, I was fully dressed, purse in hands, and was making my way out. "If you want you can make yourself some popcorn or something. Just don't be here when Michaela gets back." I shut the door at headed to Freddie's.

At Freddie's dorm

"Hey, Shay." Freddie greeted me, pulling me in with one arm by the hip, causing me to lose my balance a little. I loved the way he touched me sometimes, even if he didn't know what he did to me.

"Hey, Freddie." I threw my purse somewhere in the room, I wasn't really paying attention, and draped myself over his couch. Freddie's dorm was kind of like a very small apartment. When you first walked in, you are introduced to a couch, a mini fridge, a small TV, and a window that shows the parking lot. If you look to the right, there was a door and another one on the left. Each door led to a room for a two people. I had always loved his dorm. It reminded me of Bushwell, for some strange reason. Maybe it was because I was so used to having somewhere to go that was roomy. Freddie's apartment had always been like a home to me and I guess this dorm wasn't far behind.

Freddie joined me on the couch, pulling out his recipe book and flipping to omelet. It sounded easy, yes, but trust me, there is a lot of stuff you needed to know. Why the hell would anybody put paprika on an omelet?

"So, do you want me to quiz you?" He asked. One of his hands was steadying the book in his lap, but the other was idly resting on my shoulder, twirling my hair around his finger. I felt like I was going to melt . . . or explode.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Go for it."

"Mmmkay . . ." He scanned the page. "Ok, what is the first thing you need to do to prepare an omelet?"

"Umm . . . don't you need to turn on the burner?"

"Obviously! But after that?"

I snapped my fingers and pointed at him. "Spray the pan with non-stick spray!"

"Alright!" He said, as if I had just won a contest for a new car. I knew he was acting overly excited, but he was so damn cute when he did it, I didn't even roll my eyes. He extended a hand into the air and I slapped it, giving him a high-5.

"Your turn!" I grabbed the book from him. "According to the book, how much cheese should be added to the omelet?"

He stared up at the ceiling, thinking. "Is it ½ cup?"

"Wrong! It's 1 cup!" I laughed. "Wow, never did I see the day where I, Carly Shay, was smarter than Freddie Benson." I taunted him.

"Oh really?" I nodded. "Let's see how smart you are when you're on the ground crying for mercy!" He said, and then pounced. The book was the first thing to hit the floor, and then me, back first. Freddie fell on top of me, laughing. I laughed as well, but shortly stopped after realizing the position we were in. His hands were on my shoulders, as mine were on his hips. I really wasn't that uncomfortable. We had touched each other more than this before. But it wasn't until I heard someone clear their throat that I felt awkward.

"What's going on?" A short brunette girl asked. Her eyes were wide and clearly she was upset. Freddie immediately jumped up off of me and ran to her side. I got up too, and she came into focus. She wasn't as short as she was from the ground, but she was no taller than me or Freddie. Her light, faded skinny jeans had holes in them, but that only made them look better. She was also wearing a red and black plaid top, accented with an oversized necklace. But her shoes were the things that caught my attention. I was expecting heels, something that matched the necklace, but no. She was wearing white and black high tops. To be honest, it looked weird, but I guess on her it worked.

"Nothing is going on." Freddie explained. "This is my best friend Carly. I've known her since middle school. Trust me, nothing is going on." My heart sunk.

"Oh, you're Carly?" Her hand raced to her heart. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She pulled me in for a hug, something I really wasn't expecting. My arms dangled by my sides as she continued to squeeze me. When she finally let go, I raced to grab my purse and started to head out.

"Where are you going?" Freddie asked. The girl had already plopped herself down on the couch as if it were her room, as if this was her boyfriend's dorm or something like that. Wait a minute . . .

"Who is that?" I asked him, pulling him out into the hall to have a more private conversation.

"That's Serra. She's my . . ."

"Girlfriend?" I said, pretty much answering for him. He nodded. "Ok." I said, not really knowing what else to say.

"Please stay. She won't even bother us. I promise."

Buzz. "Ugh!" I grunted pulling out my phone.

1 unread message
From: Adam

I clicked read.

Heyy Michaela just called the dorm. I ansered and she said she was sleeping over at Alyson's. I'm still here. And Im lonely . . .

I closed my phone, not necessarily denying his request, just thinking about it. I looked at Freddie, considering his offer. I glanced back into his room, where Serra was eating my ice cream and watching some stupid rerun of a spring break special on MTV. I frowned and turned back to Freddie.

"I have to go." I told him. I had been saying that a lot lately. I heard him try to protest, but after I ignored him, he gave up and went back inside. I sighed, opened my phone and replied:

Im on my way.

Thanks for reading! I really aprriciate it. About that scene with Carly and Adam, I didn't want to make it really expicit. Heck, I didn't want to make it explicit at all. That's why it's like it is. And did you wonder why Freddie is all weird when he hears Sam's name? Is it because he just hates her? Maybe! You'll find out in later chapters. Please review. I would really appriciate it even more than you just reading it! :) I'll even review a story that you ask me to read! Is that a good incintive? I hope so!