A/N: Still don't own it. Sorry I don't have much more to say than that, but I'm sure you guys would rather read the story than my author's notes anyway :p.

"You were his girlfriend?"

"Yes, I was."

"So you two were close." Sam nodded. "For the record, please."

"Yes, we were close."

"How close would you say you were?"

"Objection, Your Honor," Sam's lawyer said flatly, "the question is ambiguous."

"I'll rephrase," the prosecutor stated. "Did you two engage in sexual relations?"

"Objection!" Sam's lawyer said more powerfully. "Your Honor, this question is irrelevant."

"This question is directly related to the evidence, Your Honor," the prosecutor responded.

"I'll allow it," the judge answered.

Sam's eyes quickly scanned the faces in the courtroom. She took a deep breath, prepared to answer, when her eyes landed on Freddie Benson. Her voice caught in her throat, and she couldn't seem to make a sound.

-11 months ago-

Sam's stomach grumbled in anticipation. Sweet smells of grilled chicken, spices, and corn bread filled the small kitchen in Dustin's house. She opened the oven, briefly checking the status of the corn bread.

"Babe, how much longer?" Dustin groaned from the couch in the living room.

"Just a minute. The bread is almost done." She heard Dustin walk into the kitchen and felt him wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

"It smells delicious," he mumbled into her hair. She smiled, leaning back against him.

"I hope it tastes just as good," she answered. She turned around to look at him, resting her forehead against his. "Happy one-month by the way," she said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"You too, babe," he responded, leaning in to press his lips against hers more forcefully. She gladly accepted, allowing herself to slowly melt into his much larger frame. She felt his hands slowly roam down her back and back up her shirt. She smiled into his lips and softly pushed his hands away.

"What?" he asked, giving her his signature smirk.

"I'm trying to cook," she said lightly.

"Aw, come on babe. The bread will be fine for five more minutes." He leaned in for a kiss again, but Sam turned her face.

"No, hun I really need to get this out of the oven," she said, attempting to push away from him. His grip around her waist was too strong. "Dustin…"

"Babe, the bread isn't going anywhere," he said, pulling her closer.

"Dustin, seriously, please let me go."

"What, you're all against having a little fun?"

"I just don't want to right now, ok?"

"There's a surprise," Dustin grumbled, finally loosening his grip on her.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Look, babe, the purity thing was cute at first, but seriously, how long do you expect me to wait around for you?" Sam's mouth dropped open in shock.

"Dustin…I thought you understood…"

"What I understand is I'm in a relationship with someone who won't put out even a little bit. Do you think that's somewhere I want to be right now?"

"And I am, well make that was, in a relationship with a self-centered asshole." Sam ripped the oven mitt she had been wearing off of her hand and threw it square at Dustin's face before storming out of the kitchen.

"Call me when you grow up, you prude bitch!" Dustin called from the kitchen. The front door slammed shut in response.

Freddie was vaguely aware of his phone vibrating in the distance. He was lost in the world of half-consciousness after a particularly draining biology exam. He blindly reached for his phone on the windowsill, missing the first few times and knocking a bottle of water off in the process. Eventually, he reached his phone and pressed it against his ear.

"Hullo?" he answered. Silence answered. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times to focus before looking at his phone. The screen read:

1 New Text

"Stupid Samsung phones vibrating three times for a text," Freddie grumbled to nobody in particular. He flipped his phone open, unprepared for what met his eyes on the inner screen.

1 New Text

412-555-0783

Freddie's breath caught in his throat. Though he had deleted the contact, he would still recognize that number anywhere.

"Sam," he breathed. His thumb lingered over the "view message" button as thoughts raced through his mind. What does she want? Why is she texting me? Does she remember that we haven't spoken in months…years even? Finally, Freddie took a deep breath and pressed ok.

Hey um…I'm sure you still don't want to hear from me now but…I was just wondering if I could ask you something.

-Sam

Freddie's fingers began to shake slightly as he composed his short reply:

Ask away.

Do you remember those purity rings we gave each other?

Of course.

Do you still wear yours?

Freddie paused, unsure of how to answer. Why is she asking me this? He thought irritably before briefly considering not even answering her question. After all, why was it any of her business what he and Carly did or did not do in the bedroom? He sighed, finally deciding to answer her.

Why do you ask?

Just curious I guess.

No, I don't wear it anymore.

Freddie pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, clenching his eyes shut. The ring on his right hand was cold against his hot cheek, as if catching him directly in his lie. His phone vibrated once more, startling him from his thoughts.

I do.

A/N: So I'm sorry if this seems really slow and back and forth. I promise it will pick up as it goes on. I hope you guys like it so far though!