Chapter 9: Start of Amazing Times

Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm liking doing Freddie's point of view so I think I'll continue with that most of the time. I'll probably do his point of view most of the time, but very, very occasionally I might do Sam's. And sometimes I might just do third person view, only because I want you to see both of their feelings. And in this story I'm doing third person. So here we go!

P.S. JUST SO YOU KNOW: THE GRAMMAR AND SPELLING WILL BE BAD IN TEXTING. THEY'RE TEENAGERS. MOST TEENAGERS DON'T TALK WITH GOOD GRAMMAR AND SPELLING WHEN THEY TEXT.

P.S.S. Sorry for the caps, hehe. I just wanted to get attention.


It was the day after the carnival, and Freddie was sitting on his bed with a black tee shirt and blue plaid pajama pants. It was nighttime and it was a Saturday night. Freddie had never been that happy in his life so far, at the time. He looked at his cell phone, and got scared because Sam told him to text her at ten o'clock and it was two minutes past ten.

What if she's asleep? He thought. What if she's mad? Wait a minute, it's Saturday night. And it's Sam. Oh Sam… she likes me! She actually likes me… oh my gosh! Well I better text her.

The text said: "hey beautiful. 3 we need to have a code way to ask each other if any1 else is there whenever we call or text cuz if carly or whoevers with 1 of us then they might see."

Sam was also on her bed, wearing a gray tank top and blue sweat pants. She also had been very happy all of this time, and didn't care at all that Freddie was only two minutes late to text her. She read it, and grinned. Aw, he said hey beautiful! She thought. She texted him back. The text said: "hey baby! and yea, ur right. um lets say 'are there any chickens in the coop?' and we say yes if were with other people and say no if were alone. and if people ask what the heck were talking about we say its an inside jokee."

Freddie read the text and grinned. Oh, I like it, he thought. He texted her back telling her that they should delete the texts when they're done talking just on case for some reason someone sees them.

Sam smiled and texted back saying that she thought it was a good idea and asking if he could call her.

Freddie sighed. He wished he could call her. He texted back telling her that he can't because his mom's room was next to his and she made sure that she could hear anything in his room while she was in hers.

Sam chuckled when she read the text. She texted him: "no offense, but i feel really bad for u for having her as a mom."

Freddie smiled and texted her telling her that it's okay and that it's true, because it does get annoying. But he added that he knows it's out of love. Then he said he had to go because he just heard her wake up and it was probably because she heard him texting.

Sam laughed a bit again, but deep down she wished that she had a mom that actually cared about her. She texted him saying goodbye.

Freddie lied down in his bed and put his phone next to his face. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Ms. Benson opened his door. Freddie slowly opened his eyes and sat up. He yawned, and trying to sound tired, he said, "Um, mom, there's something called knocking."

Ms. Benson angrily exclaimed, "Fredward Benson!" She then frowned. "You're wide awake!"

"N-No I'm not," Freddie stammered.

"A mother knows, Freddie," Ms. Benson said, then walked over and sat on his bed. "Why are you up this late?"

"Mom," Freddie sighed. "It's only a little after ten. And it's not a school night. I'm not even tired."

"Freddie, it seems like there's something bothering you. You can tell me anything, you know," Ms. Benson said.

"Okay, well mom," Freddie said. He wouldn't dare tell her the truth, but he tried to sound real as he said this: "I just drifted off earlier and had these weird dreams and I don't really want to talk about it but… what do you think of Sam?"

Ms. Benson gasped. "That girl that hurts you on a daily basis? Of course I don't like her very much! I mean, I'm sure whoever takes care of her isn't doing the best job. And she's lucky to have a friend like Carly, but it's smart of you to not be good friends with her."

Freddie tried not to be sad, but he was. But he wasn't surprised that his mom wasn't fond of Sam. "Oh, okay. Well thanks mom. I'm going back to sleep now. Night."

"Good night honey," Ms. Benson said, kissing Freddie's forehead before he quickly wiped his forehead off. She ignored that, and just said, "This time, please go to sleep." She went back into her room.

Freddie wasn't at all tired, but turning off his light and thinking of Sam soothed him. He lied down and closed his eyes, and smiled thinking of Sam, making him happy and peaceful. He fell asleep. His phone, on vibrate, was still next to his ear.

Tears fell out of Sam's eyes as she sat in her dark room. She slammed her door shut and flipped open her phone. She texted Freddie: "freddie, it's 11:30 and sry if im waking you but i just… cant sleep. if ur trying to sleep u dont have to text back."

Freddie woke up, feeling vibrating next to his ear. He quietly looked at his phone and read the text. Freddie sensed that something was wrong, even though it was only a text. So, of course, he texted back: "hey sam r u ok? and dnt worry bout u textin me. i wasnt really asleep. but if i dont text back for a while its cuz my mom mightve woke up or something. but r u ok?"

Sam read the text and sighed. Should I tell him? She thought. No… he's so caring… he's gonna make a big deal out of it… She texted him: "im fine i just cant sleep. its really annoying me. but w/e. haha im getting tired now so ill tty tomorrow. ok byeee sweetieeee."

Freddie read the text with a frown, because he read between the lines. He couldn't figure out what was wrong, and he decided not to overreact because he wasn't sure if anything was even wrong. He erased all of the texts and it took him a long time to fall asleep because he was worried about Sam.


It was the next day, Sunday, and Freddie woke up and decided to go to Carly's apartment like he did almost every day. He opened her door, not knocking. He never knocked Carly's door.

Sam was already there, sitting on the couch next to Carly. She saw Freddie with his big smile, and gave him a quick flirtatious smile, but then she snapped out of it. "Hey Fredward."

Freddie tried to act like he used to. "Hey Carly!" he exclaimed, smiling. He then added, "Sam." It was hard for him to try to be mean to her.

"Hey Freddie," Carly said. "I'm feeling a lot better. How'd you guys like the carnival?" she asked as Freddie sat next to Carly on the couch. Carly was in the middle of Sam and Freddie.

Sam and Freddie eyed each other and smiled because the carnival was the best day of their lives.

"Uh, it was okay," Freddie lied. It wasn't okay. It was amazing. "I mean, thanks so much for the tickets. But I wish you were there."

Carly frowned. "Wait, you guys aren't friends now?"

"Uh," Sam cut in, "well we kind of are but you know… it's just weird."

"Um," Carly said nervously. "I have a confession to make. I was never really sick. I never even had a ticket for myself. I just did that so you guys would spend some time together."

Freddie was shocked that because of what Carly did he and Sam were together. "Wow, Carly. That was really thoughtful of you." He smiled at Carly then gave Sam a quick grin because he figured that she was thinking the same thing.

"Thanks," Carly said with a slight smile. "Guys, let's head on over to Groovy Smoothies!"

"Okay, I just need to… get some food. I didn't eat breakfast," Sam lied. She gave Freddie a look. She wanted to be alone with him for a second.

Freddie caught her look. "Me too," he said. "I can't drink a smoothie until I eat some food. We'll meet you there."

"Okay," Carly said with a smile, and then she walked out of the apartment and headed across the street.

After the door shut, Sam looked out the peephole to make sure Carly was gone, and then she walked over to Freddie and hugged his neck. "Finally, we're alone. I missed you." She smiled.

Freddie smiled back, and they kissed. But suddenly, the door swung open. They were in the middle of the living room. Kissing. And someone saw.

Oh my gosh. So first of all, Sam and Freddie seem to be doing a fine job hiding their relationship, until they decide to kiss in the main room of a house that isn't theirs, and the decide to not even lock the door. So, why was Sam crying in the beginning, and who walked in on them?

Sorry, cliffhanger! The next chapter is coming soon!