AUTHOR'S NOTE ~ OK this one I'm really excited because there's actually a smidget of SEDDIE in this one *yay claps really hard with lots of cheering*. I feel like I'm on a roll I never update this much! And again I would like to thank everyone who gave me wonderful reviews. You guys are awesome! So read on and find out what's gonna happen! And by the way if it seems like I'm only doing like Aly & AJ songs, I'll try to get more diversity in music styles in there than just the disney pop stuff. Sorry but it fits well!

Protecting Me ~ Aly & AJ *When I feel like crashing down, you seem to be around. There you are, you're not that far cause whenever, wherever, you'll protect me no matter what. Hold me tight with all your might and you'll never let me go.*

The day went by rather slowly, what with Carly's continuous giggling at all of Freddie's jokes and over-flirtatious attitude, no wonder Sam dreaded saying yes. When Freddie finally went home, Carly immediately turned to Sam. It was a nonstop charade of questions and plans and Freddie Benson. Sam was surprised she just didn't throw up on Carly's head. From time to time, Spencer would peek in and Sam would give him a look that completely read "Save me from you psycho sister" but all Spencer could do was shrug and leave the room. By the time it was 10 that night, Carly had fallen asleep and Sam laid awake, unable and afraid to fall asleep.

Oh my frickin god! Make it end all ready! If this what it's gonna be like 24/7, who knows what I'll do! I'll probably have to go to prison because by then I'll be strangling Carly and probably Freddie too. He's such a nub. He barely noticed Carly flirting with him. After all this time of liking her, she practically throws herself to him and he's completely unaware. When did Carly start liking Freddie anyway? What possessed that girl to like Fredward? The timing is so . . . random! All I know is that this is going to be hell, especially tomorrow.

The Next Day . . .

Sam scuffed her feet along the dirty sidewalk. The more she dragged her feet, the farther away she'd be from the two things that were annoying her the most: Carly and school.

"Sam can you hurry up? I want to talk to Freddie before first period!" Carly yelled. She was at least a good ten feet ahead of Sam.

"Why would you hurry to school? So teachers can bore you to death?" Sam called out.

"Sam! Please just come on! Anyway, how do you think I could ask him out? Cause there are several different ways I could choose. I could go with the note during class/locker, or I could ask just right out. What do you think Sam?" Carly started rambling.

"Why are you asking me? You know the only relationship experience I've ever had was with Jonah, and you know how that went."

That little, whiny, bug-eyed freak. God, I'd love to do nothing more then frickin' kick the shit out of him! I always knew there was something up with him, god he's just so . . . what's the word I'm looking for . . . CREEPERISH! The wedgie bounce was not as sastifying as it should've been. Trying to cheat on me with my best friend has a bigger price than a two hour wedgie bounce. That boy still needs to pay up. And he will soon.

When Sam left her thoughts, the school was in view. Carly was all ready ahead, again. She could hear the bell ring from where she was at. Sam's feet started carrying her across the rest of the way to the school, her feet almost not touching the ground. She didn't even pay attention when she passed Carly, who at this point was running too. Sam had always been faster than Carly. That's because Sam always had to run, whether it was from her mom, stupid boys like Jonah, or some weird pervertish hobo down the street, there was always a reason for Sam to run. Stumbling into school, she saw none other than Freddie Benson, finishing getting the things he needed out of his locker. She stared at him for a bit before walking up to him.

"Good morning Fredward," Sam said plainly. She was trying to act all cool, collected, unafraid like she normally was. But this morning her insides were shaking, her brain felt as if it had a meltdown, and every single nerve in her body was on fire. She couldn't help herself. There was no way to prevent these feelings, so Sam did her best to hide them, even though it seemed impossible.

"Hey. Sam, I have to ask you something," Freddie shut his locker, leaned on the door of it, and turned his body to face her.

"Yea?" Sam felt as if she would explode. She tried to dismiss these feelings away but nothing in her body would listen to her. She was powerless.

"Is it me, or was Carly flirting yesterday? It definitely seemed like it but I'm not sure. Do you know if she was flirting yesterday?"

Sam groaned loudly before violently bumping his shoulder with her own. She was sick of hearing about the flirting and the crushing and everything else that had to do with Carly liking Freddie! Her heart felt as if it was tearing again into little tiny pieces like it had yesterday. She wanted to cry, but she was Sam Puckett, tears were never associated with her.

"What did I say?" Freddie called out to her.

Sam turned around to face him, while still walking backwards. "Whatever Freddork." She didn't bother to turn around until she was stopped. The collision sent her to the ground on her butt. When looking up to see what or who made her fall, she say to her dismay, Jonah standing above her and trying his best not to laugh, in which he was failing miserably.

"Well well well, Samantha Puckett. I knew you'd come back to me sooner or later," Jonah smirked. Sam was about to retaliate when she heard someone yell.

"Hey Jonah! Leave Sam alone!" Freddie was walking up to the scene and he looked angry. Dropping his backpack against the lockers beside him, Freddie rolled up the sleeves of his plain maroon shirt and got threateningly close to Jonah's face.

"Hey Freddie, why don't you be a good little mama's boy and run to class, OK?" Jonah said.

"Hey Jonah, why don't you actually get a sense of humor and a life. I said leave Sam alone." Sam was surprised that Freddie hadn't started growling at this point. She had never seen him so mad before in her life.

"What are you gonna do about it Fredward? Roll over me with your computer cart?"

"Freddie stop! He's not even worth it," Sam said quietly. Freddie looked down at Sam, whose eyes were begging that he wouldn't fight Jonah. She knew without a doubt, that Freddie would lose. And it would be because he was fighting for her.

"Whatever Benson, listen to your meat-head over there and next time stay out of my business. Bye Samantha," Jonah snided before walking off to class.

As soon as Jonah left, Freddie sat down against the lockers, close to Sam. She was still in shock that Freddie Benson, would be standing up for Sam Puckett, out of all people.

"Are you OK?" Freddie asked with a look of concern. For some reason this made Sam blush the slightest tint of crimson. But either Freddie didn't notice or chose not to notice.

"I'm fine. That Jonah is such a frickin . . . " Sam clenched her hands and rested her tense fists on her lap. She wasn't planning on getting up any time soon, so she scooted over next to Freddie, against the lockers.

"Sam, promise me that you'll tell me if he ever bothers you again. OK?" Freddie looked at her with a serious look on his face.

"Freddie I-"

"Say it Sam. I need you to say that you'll come to me if that jerk ever bothers you again. Just say you will."

"OK, I'll come to you if Jonah ever bothers me again."

"Good, now come on we need to get to Mrs. Pid's class." Freddie stood up, but Sam just looked up at him. He looked down at her and offered his hands to help her up. With the help of Freddie, she got up and ran with Freddie to Mrs. Pid's classroom.

"Where the heck is Carly?" Sam wondered aloud. She looked around while she ran to Mrs. PId's class, but there was no sign of the peppy brunette anywhere.

"Whatever, she's probably all ready there," Freddie panted.

By the time they had reached their class, twenty minutes had passed since the bell rang when they were first in the hallway. Sam arrived at the door first and pushed it open with so much force that she almost fell through. The class stared at them both walking in. Mrs. Pid glared at them from the other side of the room. Mrs. Pid was usually a pretty cool teacher when you didn't get in trouble in her class. Her first name was Questa, which to Sam, was a pretty cool name. But everyone called her either Q or Mrs. Pid.

"Sam, Freddie, so nice to finally see you both! Since you two were the last ones to come to my class, I'm assigning you two as partners in our project in which you missed the explanation for. See me after class the both of you," Mrs. Pid said with a syrupy voice which made her sound fake.

What this can't be happening!!! First Jonah makes me look like an idior in front of Freddie, then I have to do a project with Freddie which is gonna make Carly upset. Grrrrr! What is wrong with my life right now? I should just transfer schools, but that would mean a longer walk to school without Carly Shay. Once again grrrrr! What am I supposed to do about Freddie?? Whatever happens, happens. And for that I'm very scared.