Very short and I know you'll all hate me for it.

Freddie's POV

I didn't have to go far to find Sam. I saw Carly and Spencer's door was unlocked, and Sam is a darn good lock-picker. Sure enough, when I opened the door, Sam was sitting on the sofa. She looked up when I came in.

"Hey, Freddie," she said, "is your mom there?"

"No, she's inside." I said, gesturing to the apartment. She nodded and patted the seat next to her. I closed the door carefully behind me, making sure to re-lock it, and sat next to Sam. It was a little uncomfortable being near Sam after my mom. And the, uh, snuggling...

"Sorry 'bout my mom…" I apologized awkwardly, "She can get…odd…" Sam snickered.

"Yeah, I heard." she said, "Thanks, by the way, for sticking up for me." I blushed.

"Yeah, well, um, you're welcome." I responded, averting my eyes from her. She nudged me and I looked back at her to see she was smiling.

Gazing at her smile, I felt like kissing her. Yeah, I don't know. She was so pretty and kind (when she wanted to be) and before I knew it we were kissing.

I laid my lips on hers, and she pushed closer to me. I weaved my hand through her curls and she did the same to my short hair. It was blissful and enjoyable and…and…what else can I say but perfect.