Author's Note: One word for this shot. Random. Enjoy and Review.

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RANDOM SHOTS

"Wow Freddie, I like seeing you get all feisty," comments Sam, loosely.

"That's the 'Freddie Way'," responds the boy. He smiles at the blonde.

"I thought the 'Freddie Way' was orange juice and a toasted bagel with grape jelly…" Carly thinks aloud.

"That's the 'Freddie Breakfast Way'…"

It wasn't that she hated him. No. But did he have to make it so darn obvious that she would always come after their best friend? Like something inside of her had finally snapped one day, and it all just came out, in one simple phrase that became her "catch-phrase".

"Carly will never love you."

Freddie didn't like hearing this, even though deep down he knew that Sam was right when she told him this time and time again.

"Carly will never love you."

It was her excuse to get her out of anything. When he challenged her on something, it'd be:

"Carly will never love you."

Day in and day out. Week by week. Month by month, for about three whole years. On his sixteenth birthday, he finally approached her about it.

"Why did you always say that 'Carly will never love me'?"

"Because," said the blonde, shrugging and sitting down on the window ledge. "Carly doesn't love you the way I do. It just hurt seeing you lust after her, when I had this stupid crush on you-"

"Wait," he said. "You had a crush on me? But you've always been-"

"I know! I know. It makes absolutely no sense."

There was an awkward silence. Figures. They were sitting alone, together, on that fire escape. The one that held a lot of memories. Their first kiss was the most prominent. The second would have been when Sam had been dumped by one of her many ex-boyfriends, and Freddie found her outside, in the rain, hurting.

For a girl who hurt people, she sure wasn't as tough or strong as she made out to be. A weak, fragile flower.

"I'm sorry." Freddie finally whispered, his voice barely noticeable.

"You expect me to accept an apology from you, Dorkward Benson?"

"Do you still have a crush on me?"

They both are standing up and facing one another, and her blue eyes are widened from shock. She wasn't expecting that question. Not at all.

"No." Sam whispered. "It's more than a simple crush. It's more than feelings. I just-"

"I just love you." the boy finished for her.

"Huh?"

"Sam, I just love you. Your beauty, your feisty behavior, your love of ham and fried chicken…"

"Mama loves the meat," she agreed, smiling a small grin.

"…so I just love you."

"That's nice because," the blonde girl says, turning around before climbing over the window ledge. "I think that you're the kindest nerd I have ever known. Thank you Freddie."

"You called me Freddie."

"Huh. So I did. Goodnight Fredly."

"Night Sam."

Just before disappearing around the corner, she poked her blonde head back in view.

"PS," she said, with a wide grin. "Carly will never love you."

"Come here," he called out, motioning with his hand and she climbed back over the ledge.

"What now?"

Freddie leant over, took her hands in his, whispered something in her ear and then kissed her on her cheek gently causing them both to blush afterwards.

Do you want to know what he told her?

"PPS, I will always love you."