Hey guys! New chapter and it's much more Christmassy than the others, but I'm hoping that Carly's Christmas Party is going to be even more Christmassy :') So Read & Review! My last chapter actually wasn't my longest chapter, but this one IS! :D Remember to review at the end! Anyway, enjoy!

~Charlotte~


Sam POV

It took me three hours to realise that I'd left my notepad at Freddie's. I was at home now away from Carly, away from Spencer, away from Lewbert, Mrs Benson and Freddie. Away from Freddie. The magnet attraction was pulling me back once again but I had to resist – I had to.

My mom wasn't in; I had no idea where she'd got to. Probably out with some new guy that she's only just met. Or maybe she's finally got a job. Oh wait, no, definitely not got a job, what was I thinking? The words mom and job really didn't fit well together, it was like an oxymoron – two words that would contradict each other (ice hot, living dead, you get the gist). (A/N. See, with my fanfiction you can learn things! Now back to the story...)

I'd left my math's notebook round Freddie's house, I wasn't that bothered about it but I needed it. I would write my thoughts into it, like a journal. Luckily I rip the pages that I've written on and stash them in the back of my closet for me to read and me only. But I needed that notepad back, it was the only source of paper in my house and how else could I get my thoughts down?

So I decided to text Freddie.

Recipient: Freddie

Hey Benson, I left my notepad round your house. Bring it to me? I'm at home.

After long anticipation – two minutes later – I got a reply.

From: Freddie

On my way. F.

I smiled. Freddie Benson was coming to my house just to give me my notepad back. Butterflies flew in my stomach. Oh snap! Freddie Benson, possibly the person that I loved – okay, possibly was maybe an understatement – was coming to my house, and I looked a mess and the house was a mess. Sam, you're not acting like you...Again! Calm it Kermit!

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

I am Sam Puckett; I loved fried chicken, ribs and being in control. I loved to boss around Freddie Benson and annoy him and hurt him intentionally but never really hurt him. That was who I was. I wasn't the girl that tidied her self up or the house up for some boy that was her best friend who knew how she behaved. That wasn't me.

So I left the house as it was, but it was still relatively clean. I liked being clean but I never had the energy to make myself clean, but I had to do it. Surprisingly all I did to make the house perfect was just put a plate in the sink and that was it. The house was clean – which was an achievement.

I didn't know how to act while I waited for Freddie to come over. I tried sitting on the couch whilst waiting, I tried sitting in my bedroom, I tried sitting in my mom's room, I tried sitting at my desk in my room, I tried everywhere but no place seemed the best to wait! In the end I decided on just watching TV whilst sitting the couch. I turned on the Dingo Channel, Totally Terry was on. Man that show was jank.

Five minutes of waiting and fidgeting, there was a knock at the door. I jumped out of my skin, but quickly looked in the mirror – why was I doing that? – and opened the door to a covered in snow Freddie Benson.

I looked at him up and down with questioning eyes and he shrugged. "It's pouring down with snow," he said. I suddenly saw the sheeting snow pounding down outside.

"Get in the house then, Frednub!" What can I say; nicknames just roll off the tongue. He ran into the house and I slammed shut the door behind him. He unzipped his light blue jacket that he was wearing to reveal my notepad that he had kept there to keep it dry. Most people would've used it to shelter themselves from the snow but he hadn't. Huh.

He was shivering standing there by the door.

"Sit," I ordered him, "I'll turn the heating up." I turned the heating up by the thermostat and sat down next to Freddie; his shivers were starting to calm down.

"Better?" I asked him, he knew what I meant.

"Yeah, it's so cold outside! I think it will keep snowing for days, you know. A white Christmas is always the best," he said looking at me with deep chocolate brown eyes, they were mind-scattering. "Oh hey, I brought your notepad for you." He handed me my notepad that was on his lap, I put it on the coffee table in front of us.

I could be brown, I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could hurtful, I could be purple
I could be anything you like.

My phone was ringing and my favourite song was playing! It reminded me of when Freddie and I were in the Groovy Smoothie a few days ago when he 'fixed' my phone by blocking the number of some guy for me. From then on the dude who constantly texted and rang me never did again. Fredward actually helped me.

I answered the phone with a smile on my face and I could see a smile forming on Freddie's too, which made me smile more – he clearly remembers, too. I checked the ID on the screen and pressed the button to answer it, it was my best friend Carly Shay.

"Hey Carls! What's up?"

"Hey Sam, I need your help! You need to help me decided the colour scheme of the party, and the type of music that we should use! The party's only a week away Sam! Help me!"

"Calm down, Carls! Red and green would fit everything well seeing as its Christmas and go for Pop music, you can never go wrong with Pop! So calm down and relax! It'll be a great party!" I said reassuringly.

"Yeah, thanks Sam! What could I do without you?"

"Absolutely nothing, now go plan your party!"

"Hey Carly!" Freddie said loud enough for the microphone on the phone to pick up.

"Was that Freddie?" Carly asked, surprised. Oh god, I slipped again haven't I.

"Oh yeah," I said coolly, "I left my notepad round his apartment so he's just brought it back to me." Easy, I can always win Carly back in. I wish that I could tell Carly everything but sometimes things deserve to be kept as secrets.

"Ah okay. Well thanks again Sam! I'll talk to you later! Bye!" she said and hung up before I got the chance to say bye.

"What did Carly want?" Freddie asked as soon as I took the phone away from my ear.

"Oh just to ask the colour scheme and the type of music that she should use at her party next week," I said.

"Aw, okay." He said.

"Not that I don't want you to leave or anything," THAT WAS UN-SAMISH! DEFINITELY TOO UN-SAMISH! I ignored my thoughts. "How comes you're still here?"

"Long story really... urm, me and my mom were putting up our Christmas decorations and I got annoyed 'cause she was trying to put me in a elf costumes, and that is the reason I am here and I am not leaving until I know my mom has stopped trying to force it on me. Look!" Freddie got out his phone to show me a text message from his crazy mother. "She keeps sending me texts telling me to put on the costume! I'm not doing it!"

"Shoot! That reminds me! I need to put the Christmas decorations up! Will you help me?"

Freddie POV

Sam Puckett was asking me to help her – by working together – to put up her Christmas decorations. It was times like these that made me wonder if she had a cold or flu. Well it was winter.

"Uh yeah sure, if you want me to. Where are your decorations?" Sam's face lit up as soon as I said that I would and I felt so confused but affection washed over more, filling every little part in my body. Samantha Puckett was so beautiful when she smiled and it filled me stomach with butterflies and Goosebumps rushed down my arms. She looked like an angel in the light from her living room, her halo growing brighter every minute.

"They're in the basement, at the bottom of the stairs."

I walked with her to the door which had steps that led down to her basement. It was a small and dark room with only a few things in it – it looked more like a panic room as it was full of emergency food. At the bottom of the steps was a box labelled 'CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS' and next to it was a box with a plastic Christmas tree inside. I took the box with the decorations in it and Sam took the tree. The box wasn't heavy but I had muscles now so it didn't affect me. Sam seemed fine with the tree, and it didn't look as heavy as the decorations box.

We carried the decorations and the tree into Sam's living room and put them down.

"Okay, we're going have the tree here—" she pointed out where we needed to put the tree by the window "—and then we're going to plug the decretive lights on the window. Also the tinsel goes around the mirror." I nodded and she nodded back to me.

Sam helped me to get out the Christmas tree that was stuck in the box and helped me to stand it up straight by the window.

"There," she said with satisfaction. "Now we just need to decorate it! I love decorating the tree, I've always done it every year by myself and I always made it perfect, even though I'm not a control freak like your mom. No offence."

"None taken," I said with a chuckle. Once I chuckled Sam stared to laugh, too. Her laugh was one of the most musical things that I had ever listened to. The melody was so high and honey-sweet that it made you feel warm and cosy inside. You wouldn't expect such a sound from someone as aggressive as Sam Puckett, it made you think whether it was just a show and there was a girly-girl inside.

We stopped laughing and Sam opened the decorations box that was full of every type of Christmas decoration you could think of. Tinsel, lights, baubles, stars, ornaments, wall decorations, stockings and a wreath to put on the front door.

"Take this," Sam said handing me some red coloured tinsel. The Christmas tree already had lights attached to the plastic braches. "Wrap it around the tree." She smiled and put her hands back into the box and pulled out some more tinsel which was an electric blue colour.

She walked to the Christmas tree and stood next to me; she smiled at me before she reached up and started to wrap the blue tinsel around the top half of the tree. I smiled back and started to wrap the red tinsel around the bottom of the tree. Both pieces of tinsel fit around the tree perfectly and it looked good.

"Go get the box of decorations and I'll put some Christmas tunes on," she said. I did as she asked and grabbed the decorations box that was now just full of baubles and put them next to where we were standing. Sam went to the TV and put on a music channel that was playing classic Christmas songs. Sam came back over to me and grabbed a bauble from the box and started to put it on the tree. I did the same and we carried on like this putting bauble after bauble on the tree. It was starting to be the best Christmas that I'd ever had.

Sam POV

Freddie knew what he was doing when it came to decorating a Christmas tree. He chose the best places to put all of the certain decorations on the tree and I could tell he was having a good time doing it. I was having a great time, too. It was probably the best Christmas I'd ever had so far because Freddie was making it the best. Every year I would decorate the house myself because my mom always knew how much I would love doing it, but working with Freddie decorating the house it was way more fun than on my own. It was like he knew where I wanted to put things and it was as if he had done it so many times in my house and knew exactly where I would put things even though he had never done it before. It was like we had a special connection between us, like he knew my mind and how it worked.

"Nice work Freddison!" I said, and put my hand out to high five him.

"You too Puckett," he said high fiving me back. Electricity pulsed through me at the contact and I didn't want to let go of that feeling.

"There's only one more thing we have to put up," I said when I recovered.

"What's that then?" he asked. I raised my eyebrows and reached down into the box and pulled out the wreath that needed to go on the front door.

"Nice call Puckett."

"I think that we should put it on together seeing as we did all of this together. Come on!" We walked out of the house but left the door open so that we could get back in after.

"Ready?" I asked him.

"You know it."

He took one side of the wreath and I took the other and we slowly put it on the door. Freddie made sure it was on as I watched and once he was sure it was on he stood next to me and we both stepped back and looked at the outside of the house. Snow was crunching under our feet as we stepped back and viewed our work. There were Christmas lights all around the outside of the house and you could see the Christmas tree shining bright through the window. It was a beautiful sight to see and Freddie had helped me to make it and he added his own magic touch to it all. I really did love him.

"Nice," I said still admiring.

"Yeah, we're a great team Puckett," he said turning his head toward me and smiling.

"Yep," I smiled to him.

"Well, it's getting late so I better get back to my mom before she calls a SWAT team to go find me. Night Princess Puckett."

"Night Fredward Benson," I replied. He hugged me like he had earlier today but for longer this time. My heart pounded in my chest and my head was swimming from the sweet cinnamon scent coming from him.

He let go of me and my head cleared, but I didn't want to let go. He began to walk away after he gave me a quick smile and I just stood there, staring at him. I shook my head and suddenly I was back in reality. I walked inside the warm house and closed the door behind me and I suddenly remembered his jacket that was lying on my couch. I quickly grabbed it and ran out of the house and down the street.

"Hey, Freddie!" I called out to him. I could see him in the distance and he slowed down his walking and stopped seeing me approaching. "You forgot your jacket," I said catching my breath.

"Thanks Sam, I wondered why I was freezing," he laughed. I laughed with him and said one more good night to each other. I watched again as he walked away from me and I was glad that I had so much fun and memories to clog up my head. Thoughts of him and me putting up the tree, the decorations and those last few minutes where we hugged and said goodnight.

I loved and cared for Freddie Benson and I knew that I would never let him go, never let him get hurt – well not hurt by anyone apart from me – and I would never give up on loving him. Our relationship would always be an unrequited love. I'd always love him but he'd never love me back. It was always an unrequited love for me.


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