A/N: Okay, so I'm glad nobody found my third chapter too awful. This is my first time writing in this genre, so I was a bit worried. I know some of you are keen to see some real smut, but I kind of want to build it up gradually, otherwise it would seem kind of OOC for Sam and Freddie to just be like "Oh hey let's see a movie and then fuck each others' brains out." Yeah. :P Replies are at the bottom (:

Disclaimer: One day. One day you'll see my name under 'Executive Producer' in the opening credits. I swear...yeah no.


"I'm back!" a preppy high-pitched voice jolts me from my sleepy state.

"Huh? Wha—"

"Sam! Are you seriously still asleep at noon? It's Thanksgiving! I'm back!"

"Oh, right. Yeah, welcome back, kiddo." I rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"Way to sound excited."

"Sorry, cupcake, I kind of was just asleep before you called me."

"Never mind. Are you coming over?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in an hour or so."

It was definitely still cold, and it made it almost impossible to get out of bed. But I guess the world was practically forcing me to get up, because it was even sunny for once, judging by the stripe of sunlight seeping through my curtains. I trudge to the bathroom and strip down to shower, chucking my clothes into a basket in the corner. I catch my reflection in the mirror, and I stand there, just staring at myself.

I've never just stood in front of a mirror, naked. What I see isn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Definitely not lacking in the boob and ass department, but I could do with less thigh. My hair's a mess from having just woken up and the sleep still hasn't quite gone from my eyes. Euch. I spot a line of dry drool on my cheek, and lean closer to the mirror, attempting to scrub it off. I pause to look at my own face. I've seen it many times before while doing my makeup, but it's never like that for long.

What do I look like to other people?

Does anyone find me attractive?

…Does Freddie find me attractive?

I smile at the thought, remembering his words.

You really want to know who my dreams are about, Sam?

Speaking of the dork, my phone buzzes on the counter, with a new text message from Fredgeek himself.

Carly's back. (: Did you hear?

She interrupted my beauty sleep a few minutes ago just to inform me.

Sam, it's noon. By now you should be gorgeous.

I smile slightly at that, despite the obvious sarcasm.

Always such a flatterer, Benson.

(: So are you coming over later?

Yeah, I'm just about to shower, then I'll be there in at around 1.

I see…want some company? ;)

Oh no, he didn't.

Don't push it, Fredpus. What happened the other day doesn't leave your room, remember? And that also means it's never happening again.

I know. Sorry ):

I half feel bad for scolding him as I put my phone down and step into the shower, letting the blissful feeling of warm water run down my face. It's not that the thought hasn't ever crossed my mind. He's a nice guy and despite what I so often say about him, I can see why girls like him. He's a total romantic, and about 80% of him is his sensitive side. He wouldn't mind tying a rope around the moon and pulling it down for you, so long as you loved him. Heck, if for some out-of-this-world reason he asked me to marry him in the future, I would. It's just that it isn't totally logical to put 'Freddie' and 'boyfriend' in the same sentence.

Which leads to me feeling half bad about what happened the other day. What was that, exactly? All I remember is a conversation about sex lives, leading to us revealing that we both have…those dreams about each other, and then we ended up making out in his bed.

And then I told him it meant nothing. At least that was what I was telling him before I figured it out for myself. I wasn't going to settle with the idea that we were like those cliché "friends with benefits". I think every romance novel and movie based on that theme has already taught people that such relationships don't really work out in the end. The strings are always there in some way or another. Besides, I was only just coming to term this year that we were even actually friends, and using each other to tend to our 'needs' seemed kind of…shallow. So yes, until I've figured it out, it was a one-time thing that meant nothing and should never be spoken of in anyone else's presence.


My eyes fly open in shock as Carly flings the door open and practically attacks me with a hug before I even get the chance to knock. Or well, pick the lock.

"Sam! Happy Thanksgiving!" she squeals, her eyes wide as saucers.

"Hey, Sam!" Spencer calls from the kitchen with a brief wave.

"You too, kiddo. Hey, Spencer. And why so…I don't know, happy?"

"Oh, I might have had some coffee earlier. "

"How many cups?"

"I don't know…two…maybe twelve. Come in!"

I shut the door behind me and shake my head while she buzzes back into the kitchen, and my gaze falls upon the hot nerd seated casually on the couch with his Pear Phone. His jacket is zipped up past to cover his neck, a very good reason behind that. His hair, however, is falling in front of his forehead for once. Heh, so he actually took my advice.

I plop down beside him, leaning over his shoulder to see what app he's playing around with.

"I thought Spencer always gave her decaf?"

"He does. But she went down to Skybucks earlier and pretty much went wild after the first cup. Trust me, she was worse earlier."

"Glad I just got here, then. What you doin'?"

"Deleting old unimportant texts. Mostly from my mom, and some from when Jenna and I were still together."

"Oh." I shift over to the other end of the couch, suddenly uncomfortable. I turn on the TV, somewhat nerved by the quiet surrounding us, save the random clank or two from Carly and Spencer making dinner in the kitchen. I instinctively switch to the Horror Movie Channel, showing a pretty old film, with a very typical scene where the dumb as shit woman falls in love with a vampire, and he tries to seduce her, but then he goes ahead and sucks her blood while she just goes "Ahhhhhhh!"

He's ravishing her and lapping up the blood from her neck as if it's the last drop of water in the world. As if it's some sort of rich gourmet food. Then he just leaves her on the bed, stark naked and abandoned. But he's fully dressed, tuxedo and cape and all. He looks back at her before he leaves.

"You won't remember this, you hear me?"

And with a whip of his cape, he disappears. I always loved horror movies because they would involve some sort of unexplained cruel actions from a predator. I can relate. They feel angry—angry that everyone assumes that they're harmful creatures, never being given a chance to show people who they really are. I'd seen this movie before. That's what the vampire was trying to do. He tried to show her the better side of him, that he could love. And she fell for it; hook, line and sinker. But he knew better; he sensed that she was also scared of him. Scared of his very nature.

And he left her, confused about whether she should love him or not. It's a stupid plot, really. What kind of person tries to seduce someone, make their move, but then tells them to forget it?

You did.

I glance over at the boy next to me, who looks deep in thought, but no longer looking at his phone. His brow furrows and it really hits me.

I left him there and told him to forget what happened.

And I had absolutely no reason to do so. I had no real reason to chastise him whatsoever. He had fed my boredom against his own will this weekend, then very openly allowed me to make out with him in his own bed, and said nothing when I abruptly left. He's never tried to stop me from inflicting physical or emotional pain on him.

Either the boy's a masochist, or he actually sees good in me.

Yeah, he's a masochist.

I immediately change the channel to something less…thought inflicting. Ah, Dora the Explorer. Can't go wrong there.

My pocket vibrates; it's from Freddie.

I meant what I said. I really am sorry. I didn't mean to make things awkward or anything.

I look up at him, an apologetic smile on his face. This boy was going to be the end of me.

Why are you sorry? I'm the one who should feel bad for just up and leaving. I texted back.

So…you don't regret it?

Did I? Did I regret letting him make me get butterflies in my stomach and my toes curl in my socks just from his kisses?

No.

He visibly smiles, and that in itself pretty much does it for me.

Listen. My mom brought back some DVDs of some…interesting movies on her trip back from China. You interested?

He looks at me skeptically, his eyebrows scrunched up.

No offense, but I'm not so sure we'd really like anything your mom picked out.

Point taken. But hey, what's more fun than laughing at bad movies?

Haha okay okay, I'm in. Are we inviting Carly, too?

Idiot. Can't you tell I'm trying to find an excuse to get you alone so that I can jump your bones over twisted movies again?

Uh, we could ask, but I doubt she's into that kind of thing.

He turns around to catch a glimpse of our peppy friend happily babbling on about decorative flowers to Spencer, who appears to just be nodding as if he were actually listening. No doubt that she would question us if we asked her if she wanted to join a movie marathon that we organized without slitting each others' throats.

I'll bring the microwave popcorn…(:


A/N: I may or may not update tomorrow depending on how I'm feeling. I feel a cold coming on, and it's not pleasant. :S Anyway. Replies! :D

Anonymous- Like I said, I like to build it up, otherwise it's kind of OOC. But I suppose they will eventually ;)

nisha80- Hehe glad you liked it!

Mushie- Thank you! :D I'll try.

iame- cool story, bro. (sorry that's the first thing that came to mind when I saw your review...)

ifuaskedmeifilovehimei'dlie- I love them too! Thank you :D I will :)

StandardNostalgia- I hope it gets past the butt slabs ;)

Kimmy Jo Love- Yay! Thank you! :D

Flutter360- My biggest fear is writing them OOC, so thank you!

Moviepal- Why yes he did. Bad Freddie. Or rather, bad Mrs. Benson.

babygirl669- I'm going to try! I'm determined to finish this because I never finish anything!

Loveyou- I'm glad you found it amusing xD And yay, thanks! :D

chocolate thunder- Oh my...cold shower, perhaps?

Jarik Kiray- Ahh, I see xD I guess the case is that people try to protect us from all these things, and in the process, we know excruciating details about them. Like honestly, if you never told a person what their genitals were there for, they would probably just think they were there for purely excretory purposes...though it might be a bit more difficult for girls. What was I going to say before I started yabbering? Ah yes. I sleep talk a lot myself (but about totally weird things like debates about whether a tomato is a fruit or veggie) so I decided to incorporate that xD

Hoooohkay. Review if you please, It will give me happies :D