Hi my little FanFic readers. So even though I'm not as busy as I was a few weeks ago, I'm still like super booked to my head in stuff that I have to do. So updates might not be quite as frequent, but I'll try! Oh! Plus I'm trying to make each chapter a little longer... hopefully it works, In this chapter, there is a little foreshadowing if you catch what I'm trying to say.

Chapter 4: Drunk and Hungover

~Freddie~

Sam was standing there, holding a bottle of vodka. She looked cold and wet, and her eyes were big, red, and bloodshot. She smelled of vodka and she was

swaying as she stood. When she spoke, her words were slurred together.

I looked down at the bottle of vodka. It was almost gone.

"Hello, Sam," I replied calmly.

She scowled at me.

"Sam," I started, "was that bottle full when you started drinking that?"

"Yeah," she sneered. "So what?"

Then she started humming So What by P!nk.

"Sam!" I yelled.

"What?" she snapped.

"Sam, you're drunk. Stop it. Come here and give me that bottle," I said to her.

"No, Freddie. Haha! I got the bottle and you don't!" she sang. "Freddie, if you want the bottle, you're going to have to take it from me," she slurred. Then she

started to run around the apartment, swinging the bottle around.

I groaned and started to run after her.

She ran around, going in and out of the bathroom, the kitchen, my bedroom, and the living room. Soon, she went into the kitchen, and I watched silently.

But then Sam ran into me and we toppled over onto the ground. When we landed, her back was on the ground and I was laying over top of her.

She giggled.

Sam stopped smiling and gazed into my eyes, daring me to kiss her. Her head even came off the ground a little in anticipation.

I grunted and stood up, giving her a hand to help pull her up. She glared at me, and smacked the hand away.

"Save it, nub," she growled.

I shrugged and looked down. Dammit. The vodka had fallen on the floor next to us and had broken into shards, with alcohol all over the floor. I inhaled, and the

scent of alcohol came flooding into my senses.

"Shit, Sam," I scowled.

"What?" she asked, her eyes getting huge. Her big, beautiful, blue eyes... Shit! Snap out of it Freddie!

"There's broken glass on the floor and the house smells of vodka, now," I growled.

She wrinkled her nose. "It stinks, Fredward."

I rolled my eyes.

"Weren't you the one drinking it religiously, just now?" I asked her.

She growled at me.

"Don't remind me."

She went over to the couch and sat down.

"Freddie?"

"Hmmm?" I asked as I walked over and started to clean the glass off the floor.

"I... Uh..." she stammered.

"What, Sam?" I asked again.

"Nevermind," she huffed.

I was to the point where I was scraping pieces of glass from off the floor. After I finished that, I got my mom's mop out. Sam silently watched me as I put the mop

up and got out some Aerosol. Sam watched me intently.

Or so I thought. When I turned around, she was gone.

I put a hand on my head and sighed.

"Sam!" I started calling." Sam? Where are you?"

I searched the kitchen and was relatively close to the bathroom when I heard a giggle. It was coming from my room. I walked to the door and slowly pushed it

open. Sam was standing there with my underwear drawer open, holding up a pair of my boxers.

"Ooh! Freddie wears boxers. You know, I always thought you'd be a whitey tightey boy!" she slurred.

"Sam!" I shouted. "Get out of my room! You don't belong in here!" I walked over to her and grabbed my boxers out of her hands and shoved them back into the

drawer, and shoved her out of my room.

Sam was a little pissed off by what I had just done and was clenching and unclenching her fists.

"You shouldn't have done that, nub," she hissed.

"So what are you gonna do?" I asked.

"You really want that answer, Freddork?" she sneered.

~Sam~

I was incredibly drunk. I had no idea what I was doing. I just know I was doing it.

I was standing up to Freddie.

And I was drunk out of m mind.

This probably wouldn't end well.

"Answer me!" I yelled at him.

He didn't even flinch. "Sam, no," he said, calmly. His eyes were narrowed at me.

I sneered even more. "Did you even miss me?" I growled.

He didn't answer.

"I. Said. Did. You. Miss. Me?" I slurred again.

He didn't answer.

"ANSWER ME, NUB!" I yelled.

When he didn't answer me again, I spit in his face and turned around to walk out the door.

I stopped short and turned on my heel to face him again.

"Fuck you. I FUCKING HATE YOU!" I screamed.

I walked out the door and slammed it. (I'd been getting pretty good at that...) Before he had a chance to say anything.

I walked across the hallway and let myself into Carly's. Well... I picked the lock- I guess that counts as letting myself in, right? I rolled my eyed as Carly was sitting

there, groping her boyfriend, Collin. I walked into her kitchen and grabbed myself some ham. Then I tromped upstairs to her room. I groaned as I finished off my

ham and crawled into her bed.

Soon, I fell asleep. Drifting off to wonderful dreams of him.

I snapped awake to the sound of Carly's voice.

"Sam! Why are you laying in my bed?" she yelled.

I groaned. Massively drunk led to massively hungover.

"Carly! Shut up!" I moaned. Then I had to run to the bathroom to puked in her toilet. Carly snickered. I got back up and crawled back in her bed.

"Why'd you drink so much?" she whined. "You promised you wouldn't get drunk anymore!"

"Shut up," I hissed again.

"Remember the last time you got drunk, Sam? You almost made out with Spencer!" she informed me.

"Ugh, Carly!" I reached up for a throw pillow. When I successfully found one, I threw it at her. "Don't remind me of that!"

"Then don't get drunk," she said matter-of-factly.

"Easy for you to say, Miss Perfect."

"Thanks!" she grinned. "I try."

I pulled the covers Carly had pulled down from my head, back up over my head.

"Turn off the light, Carly!"

"Sam! Get out of my bed!" she yelled at me.

"Give me one good reason," I said stubbornly, still laying there, half asleep.

"Um, maybe because it is 11'o'clock and I want to go to sleep. There, is that a good enough reason for you?" she pouted.

"No," I groaned, but rolled over.

She crawled into the bed.

"Good night, Sam."

"Mrmmph," I said.

There was a pause.

"Sam?"

"Hrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph."

"Did you and Freddie break-up?"

I didn't answer.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, Carls. We Did. He doesn't want me anymore."

She paused before before speaking.

"Mhmmmm," I sighed.

"Sam..." she started.

"Hrm?" I waited for her to respond, thinking about how Freddie and I were just trying to put our relationship together. It wasn't just there.

"What I said... the other day..." she spoke thinking.

"Yeah, Carly?" I asked.

"Nevermind. Go to sleep. We have school tomorrow. Good night."

"Goorf nit."

A lonely tear dripped for her apology that never came. That was right before I got up and puked in the toilet again.

Author's Note: Hey my readers- seddieconnection and Seddielover101202... Wow a short list... Oh well. I'll write a couple more chapters and if I get more reviews, I'll continue...