Okay, here's the third chapter! I don't know what to say, other than "enjoy," but there will be a longer A/N at the the end.

After dinner, I was wicked tired. I headed to our room to get some sleep, but I froze when I heard the water running.

Crap, she's in there!

I considered waiting until she came out, but then I realized that she'd probably come out in a towel. My next option was to shower in Gibby's room... Completely out of the question. My last choice was to go to bed fully clothed and shower in the morning. That was the safest option, so I went with that.

I pulled the covers up to my chest and began to relax my muscles. I was thinking about calming images, and I was just about to fall asleep when Sam came out of the bathroom, wearing only a fluffy white towel. I nearly gasped, then remembered that I was supposed to be asleep.

Her shoulders were covered in glistening water droplets, and she was positively glowing. As she walked toward me, I stiffened. She turned to the nightstand, picked up her phone, and began texting Carly, occasionally giggling at her replies.

Apparently, she thought I was asleep, because she began to remove her towel. I nearly screamed—as much as I hated her, I still thought she was hot.

She stopped and came over to my bed to make sure I was really asleep, and I quickly closed my eyes. She walked back to her bed and sighed.

"I know you're awake, Fredward." So much for that plan.

"Crap. A boy can dream, can't he?" Might as well play it cool.

"No, you can't dream, you perverted freak. If I hadn't said anything, you wouldn't have stopped me. I'm not sure if I can trust you." She sounded serious.

"I was just trying to fall asleep, but then you came out, and I was... stunned?" I stopped. Making excuses would get me nowhere.

Sam shook her head and went back inside the bathroom, stopping by her closet to pick up her pajamas.

I got out of the bed and stripped down to my t-shirt and boxers. I usually slept in just my socks, but I didn't think Sam would approve, especially not after that.

Sam came out in her pajamas, went straight to bed, and turned out the lights.

I got back in bed and tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't fall asleep when a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed tomboy kept popping up in my head, looking disappointed. I sighed and rolled over, facing the nightstand.

"I'm sorry, Sam," I whispered.

I'm not sure, but I thought I saw her smile through the darkness.

*****

The next day, Sam blew through her breakfast of ham, bacon, eggs, pancakes, French toast, waffles, donuts, bagels, and a Diet Coke.

I asked her why she'd get all these fattening foods, then get a Diet Coke. "I'm watching my figure, Dorkwad."

Typical Sam, making less sense than usual. She was pretty quiet until about noon, when I asked her to go skiing with me.

"Skiing?! Skiing is for pansies! Let's go snowboarding!"

Oh, shit….

Lol, poor Freddie! He can't snowboard! I updated sooner than I thought I would, so I hope it doesn't seem rushed. Read/Review/Rave (to all your friends)!!!!

-Blessing