"We may fight but sure, I like Sam." Carly turned to him, analysing his casual indifference. Freddie met her wise eyes and then turned back to watch the flag of blonde hair fly past them. "Oh," Freddie's lips dried and he darted his tongue out to lick them quickly. "You mean, do I like Sam?" Sam looked over her shoulder at him and then turned back. He watched the gears turning in Carly's head, awaiting an answer. "Well," Carly knew that since there was no immediate denial, Freddie's feelings could be read like an open book.

Carly saved Freddie the explanation. "Say no more," she shrugged and stood up, straightening her bag over her shoulder. "I've got to go meet…him. We're having a," Carly raised her hands to quote, "chat." Freddie nodded, giving her a sorrowful smile. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck," he obliged.

"And to you too," Carly replied, nodding her head towards Sam before smirking knowingly and turning on her heel. The Coach's loud whistle rang in Freddie's ears. He watched the girls disperse from the field and he sat until he was on his own. He sighed and threw his backpack over his shoulder, pushing open the door of the school building. He leant against the wall outside the Girl's Changing Rooms, with Sam's water bottle in one hand. The door swung open and she was the first out, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her hair a heap of wild blonde curls and her eyes sparkling with energy. Still dressed in her team hoodie, but lycra shorts replaced with paint splattered tights and a denim skirt, she nodded her head at him as he chucked her the water. She took a sip as they walked to Sam's locker.

She turned the dial and opened the door, throwing in her bottle and grabbing her English books. Once she was done, she turned around and followed Freddie's gaze. "What's going on there?" Sam asked, crossing her arms as she surveyed the scene unfolding in front of her. Carly was across the hall with Josh Hill, both hands linked and looking at each other. Carly's lips were moving in conversation, she looked distressed. She hung her head before looking back up and dethatching both her hands from his, giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking into the bathroom.

"More drama," Freddie sighed as he leant against the lockers next to Sam. "Speaking of," he said, pushing himself off the locker and facing the tired Sam. "What was that…outside?" Sam shrugged her shoulders and her stomach grumbled. She turned back to her locker and opened it, pulling a flat square box out. Opening it, she picked up and bit into a slice of cold pizza. "I just wanted to thank you," she replied, offering him some pizza to which he agreed happily before she put the box back. "For what?"

"I don't know. For being sweet, I guess." Freddie smiled sheepishly. "It's not like we haven't kissed before. Well, we've done a lot more than just kissing," Sam said, looking up from her pizza with raised eyebrows. "I mean, we have-"

"I get it, Sam."

"What, Fredlumps? Are you embarrassed by the word?" Sam grinned widely, finishing off her slice. "We had sex. Sex. Sex. Sex." Freddie looked over Sam's shoulder to see Wendy at her locker, who looked over with wide eyes until noticing Freddie and closing her locker and speed walking away.

"Wendy." Sam looked up at Freddie weirdly.

"No, Freddie. This is me," Sam said pointing to her herself. "It's. Me." She slowed her voice down. "Sam. Not Wendy. Sam." Freddie shook his head and watched Wendy disappear around the corner.

"No, Sam. I mean, I think Wendy just heard you say that we had-"

"Sex?"

Freddie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that."

"Well, don't worry about that. You know me. I'll just have a little…talk…with her at Lunch. I'm sure she won't say anything." Sam smiled deviously, rubbing her hands together. Freddie sighed, not bothering with an argument. He didn't want this to get out as much as she did. It's not like they were together now, was it? Freddie wondered. The bell rang. Oh no. They waited awkwardly until the students in that area had all cleared from the halls speedily.

"Well, I have English." Sam.

"I have Spanish." Freddie.

"Uh, I guess I'll see you later, then." Sam gave a nod and asked herself why Freddie couldn't just make a move, already. She wanted to hit him, but didn't as she panicked when he turned to walk away. She stuck her hand out to wrap around his wrist and pulled him back a little too abruptly and they nearly banged noses. Freddie gulped as Sam pulled him to her and connected their lips. He fought a smile as she pulled back. He took his hand off of her jaw and put it back down at his side and turned to walk to Spanish. Sam bit down hard on her bottom lip as he disappeared around the corner. She could taste blood on her lip.


Sam pushed down the handle of Carly's apartment and walked in, setting her bag down by the door before closing it and jumping on the couch. "Could you knock?" Sam lay down, stretching her arms. She yawned and turned and leant back her head as she heard Carly who walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Sam chuckled.

"No, not really." Carly rolled her eyes as Sam switched on the television to watch the re-runs of the MMA fight from last Saturday. Carly opened her fridge and took out two cans of Wahoo punch and walked up to the couch. "Worth a try," Carly said as she pushed Sam's legs off of the couch to which Sam replied with a groan before passing her a can and settling into the cushions. She and Sam opened and sipped their punch.

"Freddie told me what happened with you and Josh," Sam said after a minute or two of watching sweaty men wrestling. Carly turned to Sam, who didn't meet her glance but continued to watch sweaty men wrestling eagerly. "I also saw you talking to him in the hallway. A little lip-to-cheek action going on there." Carly folded her arms and sunk back into the couch. Sam glanced sideways with a smirk.

"Well, he said he liked me." Carly smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "And he said he wanted to give us a try."

"Then why the long face and the 'later' kiss?" Sam asked with a furrowed brow.

"Well, I told him that I wasn't really sure about it. And that…I'd get back to him." Sam was shocked, and she opened her mouth to voice her opinion but Carly interrupted before she could talk. "Because I wanted to ask you." Sam's expression softened and she unfolded her arms.

"Well, I think you should. I mean, he's not the most popular guy in the world, but he's fooiiine," Sam punched the air, to signal that Carly had 'scored.' Carly hit her arm with the back of her hand and rested her cheek in the palm of her hand, heat crawling up her neck. She turned the conversation on Sam.

"What about you and Freddie?"

"What about us?"

"Well, he told me he liked you." The corner's of Sam's lips turned up. She liked hearing it out loud. Freddie liked her. Most guys never look twice at her with the beautiful Carly Shay as her best friend but now Freddie had grown up, he wasn't most guys.

"He did, huh?" Sam asked slowly and casually. She turned so her back was against the arm of the couch and her feet slung lazily over Carly's lap. The telly had already been turned off as more important matters were happening in Carly's living room than the Washington Octagon. "And when was this?"

"This morning, whilst you were practicing on the field."

"Ah," Sam said unhurriedly. She'd read Freddie like an open book after he'd told her about what had happened at Josh's party. She wasn't exactly sure Freddie was telling her the truth when he said that he and Sam had taken off early. She just got a feeling in the pit of her stomach, she could tell when her best friend's were telling her something false. She decided to look into the matter.

"So, Sam." Carly began, resting her folded arms on Sam's shins. "What happened to you and Freddie at the party? Where'd you go? What happened? Last I remember, you were on the dance floor." Carly examined the slight panic in Sam's eyes.

"Oh. Freddie's mum called him, wanting him home because she was scared that he might be a victim of peer pressure or something. Uh, so she picked him up. I just…drunkenly…stumbled home, I guess. I don't really remember." The explanations didn't match up. Something was going on and she wanted to know what. "Nothing happened."

Carly was getting that feeling in her stomach again. Something must've happened.


He sat up in bed, a sheet of sweat on his forehead. He wiped it away on the back of his hand as he panted, the bed sheets tangled around his body. He gradually lay back down and pulled them up to his chin and turned towards his bedside table, which his clock sat on. It was jus after midnight and he couldn't sleep. He kept waking up after having the same, continuous dream. It was of her. His unofficial girlfriend. Skin. Legs. Arms. Neck. Lips. Memories from the night of the party. Sparkly blue eyes above him. He'd wanted her. He wants her again. He sighs and rubs his eyes with his fists before flipping over and settling his head into his soft pillow. Stupid hormones, he tells himself as he drifts into yet another dream.

I'm so so so so so so so so sorry that I have not updated in a while. I was busy writing my Sam/Freddie three-shot, doing lots and lots of homework and being nagged at by my parents. But here it is and I know it's abit shorter than the other chapters, but the next chapter will be here in less time than this one took. Sorry, again. If you don't review, you don't care! :)