A/N: So these are all in Freddie's POV so far… weird. Lol. But this is my all time fave song by A Rocket to The Moon and it's just… so … SEDDIE. Enjoy.

Freddie POV

All my friends are coming over
And I hope nobody told her
She has a way of turning sunshine into rain

My phone rang while I was still at school today. I was in the middle of an AV club meeting. I glanced at the caller ID and thought it was strange, since we usually stuck to text, "Hey Sam," I answered my phone and everyone other member of the AV club groaned. They were in no mood to be made fun of.

"Hey, Benson," The familiar voice on the other end of the line greeted, "Groovy Smoothie after dork club?"

"You're still at school?" I asked, surprised, Sam Puckett did not hang around after the last bell.

"Detention," she uttered.

"I should've known, sure, after the AV club meeting."

The other AV club members shook their heads. "I don't know why you even bother with her, Freddie," one of them said.

"She's my friend!" I defended Sam immediately.

"Doesn't seem like it," someone else muttered.

"Well she is!" I retorted, and then sighed, "Let's just get back to the meeting."

"Yeah, Freddie's got a date with his abusive girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend!" I cried.


I've got on that shirt she hates
I just know that face she'll make
Even though it hurts, she's my favorite pain

I met Sam near our lockers. "HEY NUB!" she called out to me.

"Puckett," I greeted, straightening the collar of my striped polo shirt.

Sam crinkled her nose (which I think is adorable, but don't tell anyone), and said, "Ugh, stripes are gross."

"I happen to like stripes," I said/

"That's because you're a huge dweeb, Frederly!" Sam teased as she punched my arm.

"Ow!" I complained as we walked toward the Groovy Smoothie together, "Just for that, you're paying!"

"Yeah, right!" Sam scoffed, "Like that'll ever happen."


She never drives her car, she drives me crazy
She went out of gas, and somehow I'm to blame

It was much later when my phone rang that very same specific ID flashing. I groaned and rubbed the sleep from eyes, thankful my mom was on the night shift. "Sam, it's 3am."

"So, Freddifer?"

"So, normal people don't call their enemies at 3 in the morning," I whined.

"But I ran out of gas..." and now the true problem is out in the open.

"And you need me to come and get you?"

"It's your fault for not reminding me to get gas this afternoon!"

"Sam, you don't even own a car…" and as I paused to wonder this, I said, "Who's did you take?"

"Just my mom's, relax, dork… so, are you coming?"

"Yeah. Where are you?"


I'll take her out and drop her off
On the outskirts of our town
I'll leave a trail of roses that'll lead back home (so come back home)
She'll pick a fight for no good reason
She knows I'll never leave
I love her half to death,
But she's killing me

I pulled up next to the beaten up old blue station wagon. A gas can in my hand, and got out of my new (well, 2-year-old) car, and sure enough, Sam was sitting in the driver's seat, a duffel bag in the back.

"Where were you headed this time ?" I asked after I rapped on the window and Sam rolled it down for me.

"Canada," she responded and I laughed.

"For the bacon?" I asked, as I moved to fill up her tank.

"of course," she replied, "but clearly this piece of junk had other plans."

"You coming home, tonight?"

Sam sighed and nodded, I smiled, and closed the now filled tank. I got back into my car, flashed my lights, signaling for Sam to follow me. I smiled wider as I realized she was following me.

I yawned, this wasn't the first time this had happened. I knew why I kept answering the calls, why I kept paying for the gas, why I would pick her up if she needed me too. Sam Puckett made my life a living hell, but I was head over heels for her.


All my friends, they say they like her
But I know behind my back,
they all think the same things, that I do

"She's a freakin' mess!" one of my co-AV clubbers mentioned to another of my friends.

"She's crazy…" Shane muttered.

"C'mon, she's not that bad," I heard Gibby try and defend her.

"She keeps giving you texas wedgies Gibby!" the group told him. "It's not right."

I cleared my throat to announce my presence, "Hey, guys."

"Oh hey, Freddie, did you hear about…"

But I had stopped listening as they changed their subject. I knew they had done it because of me. They're not wrong though. I know Sam can be a bully, and a mess, and that she seemed crazy, and I sure as hell don't think anyone deserves a texas wedgie, but all of that, was just… Sam.


She spends her daddy's credit card,
And says that I'm the one who's lazy
She's like a dream and a nightmare coming true

Sam, Carly and I are all seated inside the Shay's apartment. Carly's at the computer, checking out some changes I made to the website. I'm sprawled out on the couch, and Sam is sitting at the table devouring something that used to be meat.

"Hey, Sam, can you grab me an apple from the fridge?"

"Get off your lazy dork butt and get it yourself Fredalupe," she said, snappily. She's such a nightmare!

"You're calling me lazy, Puckett?" I asked increduosly.

"So what if I am Benson?" she retorted, standing and facing me as I stood as well.

Carly shouted, "GUYS! Please, for five minutes, can you just not fight?" and she looked really stressed out, so both Sam and I closed our mouths and sat back down, mumbling in synch, "Sorry, Carly."

Carly shook her head and sighed.


I'll take her out and drop her off
On the outskirts of our town
I'll leave a trail of roses that'll lead back home (so come back home)
She'll pick a fight for no good reason
She knows I'll never leave
I love her half to death,
But she's killing me

This past Friday, I dropped Sam and her suitcase off at the train station. "where to this time, Sam?" I asked, as she considered the ticketboard prices.

"I think… New York City," Sam said.

"Did you tell Carly?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Nah, I'll call her when I get there," Sam spoke quietly, "She'll just insist I come home right away, if I tell her now."

"You shouldn't be leaving in the first place!" I admitted, "Is it really that bad here?"

Sam glared at me, and hit me, but I raised my hand and stopped her, or so I thought until her left hand swung out from underneath her and hit me in the stomach. I doubled over gasping in pain, "What was that for?"

Sam glared and hit me again, and soon it was all-out tussle, on the dirty floor of the train station. I fought back now, and sometimes Sam was winning, but more and more now I was winning. I stopped struggling for a minute thinking about how much I would miss this, how much I would miss her when she was gone. Sam pinned me, and smiled victoriously.

She stood and held out her hand, signaling that everything was fine between us now. I allowed her to pull me up, and I hugged her impulsively, burying my face in her curls for just a second. Memorizing the scent that was somehow feminine with just a trace of ham, and the way her hair tickled my cheek. I pulled away and grabbed her hand, slipping a piece of paper that had previously been in my pocket to her smaller hand. "Bye, Sam."

As I drove away, I let out a small smile, knowing that I had given Sam her own personal bread crumb trail, back to Seattle. The bus and train routes, completed with tickets I had purchased online.

And I wouldn't have it any other way


She can change her clothes
She can change her hair
But she'll always be the same

So when Sam showed up at school on Monday, I wasn't surprised. Carly engulfed her in a hug, before I could even open my mouth. So I studied Sam, she looked different. Then I noticed that her hair had been cut, not hugely so, but a couple of inches, and her bangs, swept across to the other side now. Her converse looked brand new, and she had on a jacket I had never seen before. "Hey," I said softly, and she replied just as softly.

"Nice shoes."

"Like you'd know!" and she stuck out her tongue at me. Everything back to normal, and then Carly squealed, and we both turned to look at her.

She had a huge Carly smile on and she bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I almost forgot! It's Valentine's Day tomorrow!"

Sam grimaced and I pulled a face, it wasn't like we had anyone to be with. The girl of my dreams would never accept me.

"Valentine's is for loser," Sam snarled.

"Oh, Sam, it is not!" Carly exclaimed, and they bickered playfully as we all walked to class.


So I went out and bought her roses
She complained about the thorns
I caught her smiling
And that's what I do it for

I watched from the stairwell as Sam opened her locker, and saw her eyes widen in shock. I hoped she wouldn't throw it away, at least not yet. Read the card, read the card, just please read the card.

Sam held the 9 roses above the bin; she plucked the card from the mix of red and yellow.

Sam,

A rose for every year I've known you. Red is for love… and yellow… well yellow is for friendship.

Love Your Friend,

Freddie Benson (a.k.a, dweeb, dork, nub, loser etc.)

That was when I saw her face split into a huge smile, and I headed down the stairs thinking I was safe.

"Yo, Benson!" she shouted as soon as she saw me.

"Hey, Sam, who're the flowers from?" I asked innocently

"just some nub," she replied, "I nearly cut my fingers on these stupid thorns."

"You'll survive." I laughed at her, and she slapped me lightly.

Sam told everyone she knew that she had thrown out the card because it was far too nubbish for anyone to see. But I had seen her slip it into her coat pocket, and I noticed the extra bounce in her step that day, and how she seemed to be nicer to everyone, and that her smile seemed brighter. This was worth it.


I'll take her out and drop her off
On the outskirts of our town
I'll leave a trail of roses that'll lead back home (so come back home)
She'll pick a fight for no good reason
She knows I'll never leave
I love her half to death,
Oh yeah, I love her half to death

I was sitting on my fireescape contemplating life itself, when I heard a knock on the window behind me. The feeling of déjà vu overwhelmed me, and I turned to Sam and asked her, "No meatballs this time?"

She laughed clearly remembering the night as well, "Nah, no meat tonight."

"So, why are you here?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Just wanted to thank that nub who gave the flowers," she mumbled, then raised her voice, "The roses really made my day."

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Do you only speak in questions?" she smirked.

"Nah, I'm capable of all sentence forms," I grinned.

"Not smart ones!" she countered.

"Heyyy Puckett! I'm smart!"

"You're a nerd!"

"Nerd's are smart!"

She burst into laughter then, "You just called yourself a nerd." I joined in the laughter then and by the time we quieted down we were both clutching our sides.

"Laughing this much hurts…" I gasped, "You're going to kill me one day, Sam."

Sam stopped laughing, stood up, leaned over my chair, and whispered, "Thanks," then she kissed me on the cheek, and climbed over the window sill back into the building.

That was when I knew I was completely and utterly in love with Samantha Puckett, the blonde-haired demon who tortured me daily. I would always pick her up, always take her where she needed to go, always be the one with her on the outskirts of town when she tried to run away. Always lead her back home, because even though she's killing me, I know I could never live without Sam in my life.

I'll take her out and drop her off
On the outskirts of our town
I'll leave a trail of roses that'll lead back home (so come back home)
She'll pick a fight for no good reason
She knows I'll never leave
I love her half to death,
But she's killing me
She's killing me
Oh ohhh

A/N: R&R