Author's Note: Had this in my folders, didn't even realize.

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Title: iSketched Your Life
Chapter Three: Maybe

"What if I say that I do have a problem with it?" Freddie eyed Sam suspiciously, questioning her motives.

Sam just smirked as she sat at her easel. "Just go sit down, Frederly. I need to finish my project."

Freddie perked his eyebrow as an idea came to mind. "Can I sit on the bed?" Freddie asked, moving the desk chair out of the way and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Uh, sure, I guess."

Freddie leaned back on the bed and propped his head up with his hand. "What if I do a little pose like this?" He flexed his muscles and put on a little seductive smile.

Sam looked at the posing Freddie and it perked her interest. Was he just playing around? "Listen, Rosie- I'm don't want to paint you in a naked, seductive pose."

Freddie laughed at the film reference and got up off the bed. "I never said anything about being naked."

Sam blushed as Freddie caught her. "Err, well; You have your shirt off- You're technically half-naked!"

"Or could it possibly be that you secretly want me to be naked?" Freddie teased, pushing the easel out of the way and grabbing Sam.

"W-W-What're..." Sam stuttered, but her sentence was stopped mid-sentence as Freddie locked lips with hers. Everything happened so fast. Just as Sam was about to raise her fist and punch Freddie, the urge to kiss back took over. She wrapped her arms around Freddie's sweaty body, deepening the kiss. Sam felt Freddie's strong hands around her waist, pulling her closer. All of Sam's usual defenses suddenly made themselves known to Sam and she pushed him away. Sam didn't like that Freddie was stronger than her- She wanted to be the one in control.

Freddie stared at Sam as the silence between them grew awkward. "What just happened here?" Asked Sam, obviously thrown off by the last few minutes.

"I... kissed you?" Freddie responded, as if guessing.

"Why did you kiss me?" Sam stepped back from Freddie, biting her lower lip. She was unsure about pursuing things until she was certain of Freddie's intentions.

Freddie just shrugged his shoulders. "Why? You got a problem with that, Puckett? Maybe I felt like kissing you."

Sam laughed at Freddie's shadowing response. "Is Freddie Benson flirting with me, Samantha Puckett, the so-called blonde-headed demon?"

"Yep."
"So what, you like... Like me?" Sam questioned.

"Maybe." Freddie grinned, leaving Sam in the dark. "Why? You like me?"

Sam decided to do the same. "I don't know; Maybe."

"So," Freddie started, moving closer to Sam. "We both maybe like each other."

Sam only nodded once, her eyebrow arching as she waited for Freddie's next move and/or sentence.

"Do you... Maybe wanna kiss again?"

Sam giggled, pulling Freddie closer. "Maybe."

Author's Note: I don't plan on ending this fic. Sorry.