Okay, before I start, something was pointed out to me in a review for the last chapter. I realized that in the second chapter, I wrote one bit of dialogue that came out differently than I meant it. When Sam asked

"Will I remember this? Will the guy I kiss remember any of this?"

And Stephanie answered "No."

It most likely made you all think that neither Sam or Freddie would remember any of this. But, it wasn't supposed to sound like that. I went back and re-worded it to say this:

"Will I remember any of this? Will the guy I kiss remember any of this?"

My angel thought for a second "You will remember this."

Hopefully, that tells you much more clearly that Sam will have memory of the whole ghost journey. Now, when Stephanie originally said no to Sam, you were supposed to pick up on something. But since I wrote it in a way that didn't make sense, I'll make up for it by telling you what you were supposed to notice. If you look (in the edited line) Stephanie completely ignores Sam's second question of the guy she has to kiss remembering. Hmmmmm…so no one knows if Freddie will remember this or not…interesting…But note: Sam thinks Freddie will forget ;P

Now that this LONG author's not is over, and I hopefully made that confusing jumble of words make sense, please continue to read and enjoy: iAm Unseen!

I phased through Freddie's apartment door. To be honest, I was freaking out. How was I even supposed to bring up this 'in order for me to live Freddie had to kiss me' topic? I breathed heavily and began to look throughout the home for Freddie.

I started with the kitchen. Mrs. Benson was screaming at the counter for not cleaning to the 'proper' shininess she expected from it. What a weirdo. But Freddie wasn't anywhere to be seen. He wasn't in the living room either. So I then went to his bedroom. But he wasn't in there either. Well where the heck was he?

Maybe he was on the fire escape. But he only went out there when he was upset. I made my way to that location, and sure enough, Freddie was sitting out there in his lawn chair. Aww! He was sad I was gone! Whoa. No way. Samantha Puckett doesn't gush over stupid things like that like a girly girl.

I lightly knocked on the window. He turned to look at me "Hey Freddie."

He looked upset "What the heck happened?!" he almost shouted "I mean, you just got mad for no reason and left! What if something had happened to you?" his voice seemed to settle slightly "You can't just do stuff like that Sam. It's-"

"I'm sorry." I cut him off "I know I shouldn't have just left like that."

"Well than why did you do it?" He asked me.

"I guess I was just mad that Carly couldn't see me and you got all the attention." it was almost completely true.

"You knew she wouldn't be able to see you." Freddie stated.

"I know." I wanted to scream 'No duh!' but apologizes weren't supposed to involve insults.

"Next time at least tell me where you're going." He said.

Okay, the apology was over. I could mess with him now "Hm. You seem pretty worried about me Fredward."

He started to freak "I…I'm not worried. You're just my…friend and friends should know where friends are."

"Use the word 'friends' more." I said, slightly laughing as I sat down on the edge of the window.

Freddie moved over to the fire escape steps near me.

We were quiet for a few seconds. But then something occurred to me "Freddie, why didn't you go to school today?"

"It's Saturday." he said as if it was obvious.

"So you were only back in school for Friday?" I asked and he nodded "That's stupid."

Freddie smiled. And then I remembered I had a promise to keep. But how do I ask? I glanced around my surroundings as I thought, and then I knew "Hey Freddie?"

He looked at me "Hm?"

"Do you…uh…remember our kiss?"

"Yeah." he said, curiosity hinting in his voice.

I was about to sound like a total idiot "What did you think of it?"

He thought for a moment "It was okay." he said slowly. But after a second, he crushed my mood and added "But I wouldn't want to do it again."

"Oh." it came out as if I liked his answer. But obviously, I was upset.

"Why do you ask?"

"Um, just because where we are kinda reminded me of that night. The scene is just the same. We are both sitting where we were and it's dark out. So…" I trailed off, desperately trying to hide my sadness.

We were quiet after that. Thank God. I probably couldn't handle it anyway. I mean, Freddie just practically said I was going to die because, well, I was. Even if Freddie wasn't going to remember this, I would. And I may be Sam Puckett, but even I had a heart and I wasn't going to make someone I cared about do something they didn't want to do for my benefit. I couldn't live with that.

After a few more seconds, I just had to leave. I couldn't stay with him when I felt like this. I was about to fall apart and I needed to leave and pull myself back together.

"Freddie, I'm going to go see my family for a while. Kay?" I made up the excuse to get out of there.

"Oh, okay. When will you be back?"

"By morning. Swear." I promised, hoping he would just let me go.

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Sam."

"See ya." I waved to him as I stood up. I made my way out of the Benson loft and out of Bushwell Plaza.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, oh Freddie. What are we going to do with you? Sorry for the short chapter but hopefully it was enjoyable either way :) Review please! I really like hearing what you readers think of my story.