A/N: So, this chapter was really easy to write. Read and review :)

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Last Chapter-

Freddie nodded and stood up as the doctor was walking out. "Bye." Sam said, as he stood.

"What?"

"I said bye." Sam told him.

"I'm not leaving you. I'm staying here with you. I'll always be here for you from now on. I promise to be better."

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This Chapter-

"Don't do that…don't make promises you can't keep."

"Samantha, whether you like it or not, I love you," He told her, in a very husky voice. He knew when he talked like that, she couldn't resist him. "And I swear I will never leave without you.

She gave him a short smile but shook her head. "Not this time, Freddie. I can't—I won't trust you anymore."

He slowly backed away from her face, so weak and fragile. She had hurt him, just as he hurt her. She wanted to feel sorry for him, but couldn't.

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't be. You're completely right…I don't deserve anything—especially you."

"Fredward…I really do mean it. We can still be—"

"Get some rest, Sam," Freddie told her, quietly. "I'll be back in the morning."

"I thought you said you weren't gonna leave." She told him, as he opened her hospital room door.

"You were right," Freddie said, stepping out. "I shouldn't make promises I can't keep. Goodnight, Sam."

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Sam awoke to the sunlight in her face. She squinted a little and saw something. She could scarcely make out the lining of a figure. A petite figure.

"Sorry if I woke you, Sam," It was Carly.

Sam chuckled. "It's okay, kid. I'm ready to leave this hospital anyways."

Carly smiled and called the nurse in to check Sam out. "Here," Carly said, helping Sam up. "I brought you some clothes…do you need assistance or…?"

"Carls, I'm fine…I can do it," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Carly said. "I'm just worried about you. Hey…Freddie and Gibby are waiting for us in the car. They wanted to give us some alone time."

"Why?" Sam called, through the bathroom doors. "What can't we talk about around them?"

"…" Carly hesitated. "What exactly happened night before last?"

Sam sighed, and walked out of the doors, fresh and changed into some clothes.

"Freddie…" She winced. It hurt to say his name out loud. "He tried to make me choose between him and Rebecca."

"Oh Sam," Carly said, embracing her best friend. "I'm really sorry."

"Carls, I'm fine, okay?"

"Sorry, let's get you home."

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Sam sat in the passenger seat next to the driver—Gibby—and asked Carly to sit in the back with Freddie. The ride was silent and awkward. Sam could tell Freddie was staring at the back of her head the whole time.

"So…" Gibby started. "You guys still up for the beach tomorrow?"

Sam shrugged. "Eh, I could use a little sun."

"Yay," Carly cheered. "You still up for it, Freddie?"

"Yeah, sure," Freddie said, mindlessly. There were no words to describe how lonely, stupid, and depressed he was feeling. It was clear Sam's word had a huge toll on him.

"Okay, we leave at noon. It's a good thing Pennsylvania has a beach only 20 minutes away." Gibby said.

"I know, right!" Carly said, joyfully. It seemed nobody noticed Freddie's pain except for Sam. It was a connection the two shared. They knew each other's moods and feelings just by hearing each other's tones.

It was a sign. A fate. They belonged together, they were just too stubborn to admit it.

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"Take a look at those waves," Gibby said, holding Carly by the waist.

"Well, what're we waiting for?"

"Sam!" Carly exclaimed. "Freddie!"

"Coming!" They both said in unison, which caused them both to be embarrassed.

When they reached the water, Gibby was instructed by Carly to take off his shirt.

"I'll take off mine if you take off yours," Gibby told her.

Carly shrugged but quickly took off her long shirt, revealing her one piece, turquoise bathing suit.

"Beautiful," Gibby said, kissing her passionately on the lips. The two of them completely forgot about Sam and Freddie, who were awkwardly standing near each other.

"Well, the water is waiting," Freddie said, taking off his shirt and rushing into the water.

Sam gaped at his body but quickly regained her composure and took off her shirt and shorts, revealing a skin tight, orange two piece and rushed in the water also.

As soon as she jumped in, she realized she was face to face with none other than Fredward Benson.

Freddie stared into her blue orbs, realizing how much more beautiful they were than the water. He saw something new in Sam's eyes—regret. He had never seen Sam regret something before.

Sam suddenly felt the need to apologize and the desire to embrace him. So she hugged him. She didn't want to take it too far, and she didn't want to take it too slow, so hugging him felt just right.

They both realized their need for air so they rose up above the water.

Sam wiped her wet curls out of her face and leaned forward, instantly connecting Freddie's lips with hers.

"I love you," He told her. "And don't you ever forget that."

"I won't…" Sam promised, clutching his hands. "I love you too."

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When Sam and Freddie were dropped off at their apartment, Freddie plopped on the couch and turned on the TV to the technology channel.

Meanwhile, Sam showered. When she stepped out, she put on her bra and panties and walked into the living room. "Hey, where'd you put the blow dryer?"

"In my bathroom cabinet," Freddie told her, turning around for only a second, and then focused back on the TV.

Sam shrugged and walked into his bathroom, searching everywhere for the blow dryer. "I don't see it!" She called.

"Be there in a sec," He told her. "Right when this goes on commercial. Right now he's teaching me how to fix the Candy Software on a PearPord Express!"

Sam rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's dorkiness, but kept rummaging around his bathroom. Finally, she came across something, but it was most definitely not a blow dryer. It was clear, and plastic, and wrapped up nicely with the word 'Trojan' on it.

"Sam?" Freddie was standing in the doorway, looking embarrassed. For one, Sam was half naked. For two, she was looking at something he had not wanted her to know about.

Sam smirked, seeing how uncomfortable her boyfriend was getting.

"When exactly were you planning to do that with me?"

"I—uh—Sam! That's private stuff!"

"Is it really?" Sam smirked, waving the product around.

"Yes!" He said, attempting to snatch it from her. Instead, he knocked her to the ground and fell on top of her.

They were both breathing hard and laughing. Then Freddie noticed their position and the amount of clothing Sam had on. "Wow, you look breathtaking."

"Nope, not happening." Sam smirked, getting up from the ground with her boyfriend.

"Hey!" Freddie exclaimed. "You don't even know what I was about to say."

"I will not have it with you right now."

"Yes, Samantha." Freddie said, giving her a wink. "By the way, you didn't check the bottom cabinet."

He handed her the blow dryer with a smirk. "Thanks, hot stuff." Sam said, smiling at her boyfriend.

"Anytime, Sammy."

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A/N: Okey dokey, guys. This has been chapter 10! Don't forget to review, darlings :D MAKE ME PROUD.