First off, this epilogue is waaayyy longer than it was intended to be. I think there will be a number of surprises and I've laid the seeds of several possibile directions for where this could go next. I thank everyone who has reviewed and read the story. It has been a great experience. If you haven't voted in the poll, please do. While I do have a lot of ideas, I'd like to write what you all want to read. As always, I don't own any of the following characters.

It had been almost a month since the crazy summer camp adventure happened, and everyone was still recovering from things. A lot had happened since then, though, with both groups.

Down in sunny California, the students of Hollywood Arts continued to hang out as if everything was still the same, but each, except for Andre who spent the two weeks taking care of his grandmother, felt very different on the inside.

Tori Vega had only just gotten used to the idea of being Beck Oliver's girlfriend, and as happy as she was with that development, she couldn't help but feel torn a bit. Her "friendship" with Jade had evolved by leaps and bounds, and while she did seem standoffish with the idea of Tori dating her ex-boyfriend, she eventually got over it, and now the two hung out like Tori would with Cat or Andre. Her worries about her new relationship had less to do with her growing connection to Jade, and more to do with how he acted around other girls; always being very flirty, even if she was just inches away from him. It was certainly unnerving, but maybe that's just who he was.

Speaking of people being who they were, Robbie was trying desperately to shed his geeky reputation at the behest of Trina. After getting home, she added a few stipulations to their new relationship, and most of them seemed to be about Robbie changing who he was. Step one was getting rid of Rex. Step two was a change in looks, including contacts and several new outfits- all on his dime of course. However, no matter how many pairs he bought, it was clear Trina wore the pants in the relationship and she'd remind anyone of it given the chance. Truth was though, Robbie didn't mind all this because he just liked being with her, and it would be a lie to say that the physical aspects of their relationship didn't have a lot to do with that.

Tori could certainly attest to that as she had caught them three more times mid coitus since coming home, and it was awkward to say the least. Though, the idea that a guy she had dismissed romantically a number of times seeming like such a stud in bed seemed to stick in her mind fairly often, usually with mixed internal responses.

Cat and Jade became much closer, and Cat was becoming far more accepting of her sexuality. The shy redhead had no fully come of the closet as she still felt attracted to guys, but she definitely preferred the company of girls. Lately, the only girl she got physical with had been Jade, but that seemed to be difficult as Jade felt the need to check with Freddie beforehand. The third and final time, he asked if he could watch, which was a major turn on to Jade, but Cat wasn't crazy about it. Somehow, she felt like those girls in the internet ads that perform in front of their webcams for faceless men, as she shared her body with Jade and the webcam.

Jade was addicted to that web chat, and talked to Freddie nearly three times a day, one of which being clothing optional most days. Jade swooned at the sight of her injured boyfriend, laid up in his bed- which looked ridiculously comfy. She just imagined herself at his side, nursing him to health, never leaving his side, and cuddling up in his arms every possible moment. She planned to see go him shortly before school started, and was already thinking of all the things they could do together. Seeing couples like Tori and Beck or even the surprisingly functional Trina and Robbie made Jade very nervous, as well as jealous. She would give anything to be with him again.

Nearly a thousand miles north, the stars of iCarly had gone through similar life changes. These were far more obvious however, and the three could easily recognize that their friendship was deteriorating. Gibby was naturally unaffected and oblivious to the tension, but the three best friends, there was no denying that it was there.

Carly knew that she was on the verge of losing her friends, but it was a hard concept to grasp, and an even harder conversation to try and have. She couldn't talk to Freddie about being respectful of Sam, when she had now slept with Freddie twice since he and Sam broke up shortly before the trip. The same reason kept her from talking to Sam as well, afraid to let slip what happened that night of the dance. Carly still felt a bit off by the whole situation, and try as she might to maintain communication with Cat, the two now simply exchanged pleasantries when they saw each other online. On a positive note, it seemed like Spencer had let off from being so overbearing about everything, and other than a few odd glances and questions at times, things were returning to normal for them.

Freddie's handicap, now equipped with a cast and crutches, certainly put a damper on when and what they could do with the web show, and even when he was moving around, he was busy texting with Jade or video chatting. Freddie really missed her and desperately wished he could physically be with her, in both senses, as this cyber sex thing they had going was not the most comfortable thing in the world. Beyond the sex though, Freddie just wanted to hold her and just be in her presence. While this devotion was a minor annoyance to Carly, it seemed to break Sam's spirit with each passing moment. Deep inside, Freddie knew that he had really hurt her, but in his mind, he didn't do anything wrong. He would try and talk to her, but she would always leave the situation before they could really talk. Eventually, he decided to just let her be. It wasn't like she was his problem anymore, anyway, but still, he felt that he owed her something.

The feisty blonde teen tried to maintain the mood and attitude she always had on iCarly, but it was slipping away from her. It took Sam nearly two full weeks before she even spoke more than two words to Freddie. Even her friendship with Carly had suffered, and she could feel herself getting more and more disconnected from everything. It didn't help that Melanie was returning to her school in a couple weeks, effectively cutting Sam off from pretty much everyone in her life. Even Spencer had stopped trying to make himself seem available to talk, which she had no intention of taking advantage of, but the fact that the offer was seemingly off the table made her feel uncomfortable. She knew that something had to be done or else she was going to really get depressed, and that could lead to some serious issues. So, she decided that she wanted to have Freddie in her life, regardless of his role. She would do just about anything to make Freddie hers again, but if it really was impossible, she believed she could just be friends with him. This complete misstep in logic, more than anything, contributed as the catalyst for her actions in the next week.

When Freddie woke up, he could feel that something was definitely wrong. For one, he woke up way earlier than usual. His late night chats with Jade usually kept him in bed until at least 10, but it was just a quarter after 8 currently, and he already felt miserable. He tried going back to sleep but his leg was really hurting him. He considered taking something for it, but he was almost out of the pills the nurse gave him, so he tried to save them for when he really needed them. Freddie began to hear voices. His mother had a tendency to talk to herself sometimes, but these were definitely two distinct voices, and he couldn't fathom it, but he was pretty sure one of them was Sam.

His notions were proven correct as his bedroom door opened, revealing Sam, who seemed to have an almost plastic smile on her face. She moved to his bedside, and sat down, still smiling. It was the creepiest thing Freddie had ever seen.

"Heeeyyyyy Sam," he said with a confused look on his face. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you."

"Sam, I told you, I'm-"

"Stop. I know everything. You remind me of it like every moment of every day. I came because I needed to talk to you. Let me say what I need to say, and then we'll go from there. Ok?"

Freddie realized he couldn't really do much to stop her either way, so he just nodded.

"Alright, then. Sorry I've been a bit of a bitch lately. There's no getting around the fact that I'm still really in love with you, and while it kills me that you're not with me, I need to accept the fact that things are different. Doesn't change the way I feel, and I know I've done a bunch of stupid shit because of my feelings. I slept with someone I had no business ever even considering, and I'm sorry I sent you that text the morning you got hurt. I know that had to really bother you. My point is, I want to be friends- best friends- like we were before we got together. It won't be easy, and it will probably be super awkward, but I think it is what I need. Plus, Carly got to take care of you when you got your dumb ass run over, so I figured I'd take it this time."

Freddie couldn't believe how she was smiling at the end of that, her thoughts seemingly all out there, and surprisingly coherent with little profanity. He was confused about one thing, though.

"Wow… that's a lot to take in at one time."

"That's what she said," Sam joked, earning a smirk and a head shake from Freddie. "Pretty sure I've said that to you at least once."

"Yeah… this isn't awkward at all…" Freddie grabbed his phone and checked it for all messages from Sam, but there was no text saying her feelings since the trip began. "But anyway… I never got any texts from you at camp. At least none about love."

Sam's eyes narrowed and she pulled up her texts and showed it to Freddie. It had indeed sent and it was received and read at nearly the exact time of his accident. Both of them were very confused as to how that happened, but in Freddie's mind, he had a suspicion. Nothing to bother Sam with though, so he just shrugged and said it must have glitched.

"A glitch, eh? I guess maybe that's it… Anyway, I'm not gonna stay, I just wanted to say that I want things to be better with us. I think me and Carly are going to the Groovy Smoothie around lunch if you wanna come."

"Depends on how I feel. Today feels like a rough one, pain wise."

"Aight… well, if you need anything, feel free to call."

"Sure thing, Sam. I'll catch you later."

The blonde teen was out the door pretty quickly, and Freddie slammed his head back down onto the pillows, wondering if trying to do the friend thing was a really bad idea.

Jade West woke up happier than she'd felt in days. The night before, she and Freddie had a fantastic chat session. Her mind lingering on their conversation which was quickly followed by Freddie talking to her, so softly and seductively, it only took her fingers a couple minutes to get her to orgasm. She felt that nothing could make this day bad.

As she rolled out of bed and sat up, she realized that she might be wrong as a wave of nausea overtook her. She barely made it to the bathroom before getting sick, and after cleaning herself up, she stared at herself in the mirror. She looked so different than she did two months ago, and it was all due to Freddie, and as she climbed into the shower, she continued daydreaming about Freddie. The jets of steaming water slammed into her body, and she could feel every drop as it slipped down her perfect figure. Before she even knew it, she was turned on again, which was immediately followed by nausea, and again, Jade got sick.

Stumbling out of the shower, the goth teen opened up her medicine cabinet, desperately searching for her mini calendar. After finally reaching it and taking a look at the circled days, she realized something that horrified her. She was late. By nearly a week.

Now, she really was going to be sick. Her mind was buzzing with fear and worry, and she picked her phone up and put it back down six or seven times before she finally just began to cry.

As if he had realized something was wrong, her phone began to vibrate with his message.

-We need to talk. How soon can you get online?

-in a few minutes. just got out of the shower. i need to talk to u too.

Jade's breath was caught in her throat, incredibly scared of what was coming. She wondered if he knew. Jade quickly toweled off and grabbed some simple clothes to wear and logged on to find Freddie waiting for her.

"Jade? You there?"

Yeah… Everything ok?"

"Well, all things considered… I'm not sure." He had this look in his eye, like he was disappointed in her… or he was deeply upset about something and didn't want to say anything. "I need to ask you something."

"Ok… go ahead, baby."

He stared at her, and even through the screen, she could feel how upset he was. "Answer me honestly, ok?"

"Sure. Of course."

"Ok… On the day I had my fall and got hurt, I asked you to get my phone and call Spencer… was the call the only thing you did?"

"Yeah, you were really hurt, and I was scared, so of course my only focus was calling for help."

"You promise?"

Jade was so preoccupied with her own issues, she didn't even think about deleting that text, before responding. "Yes, baby. What's wrong?"

Freddie gripped the skin between his eyes, clearly bothered by something, but before Jade could get an answer as to what was going on, he looked at her once more before saying a simple "Ok then. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." And with that, he became a black screen, effectively ending the conversation.

Jade was incredibly upset, as scared of the situation as she was angry that he was being so cold. She dialed his number and called, but there was no answer. She followed it up with two more attempts, before she decided to leave a voicemail, simply saying that he needed to call her and talk about what was going on.

She wanted to just leave it at that, and she would talk to him when he calmed down, and they'd talk about her possible pregnancy when the time was right. This hope was dashed ten minutes later when she received a text from him.

-You lied to me. Why?

She was astounded that he'd accuse her of lying about doing something before calling Spencer.

-I didnt lie. Why would you say that?

- I know about Sam's text.

Jade's heart started beating like crazy. Shit, she thought, I completely forgot about that.

-I'm sorry. Saw it, and deleted it. There was a more pressing issue, y'know

-I know that, but did you think that was necessary?

-at the time, yeah. I was pissed.

-So, instead of letting me handle it, you decided that you couldn't trust me?

-not that I dont trust you. I just don't trust her.

-Oh? So, you just didn't trust me to deal with it.

Jade was on the verge of crying. Every text seemed like he was yelling at her. Like the way Beck used to when she'd take things too far.

-I'm sorry I deleted the text, ok?

-I know. I also know that you were freaking out and you made a rash decision. But that's not the kind of thing I'd break up with someone over. Just like with the bet at camp. You did something stupid in a moment of weakness, and I understand that that's just something you do. That's ok.

Jade breathed a sigh of relief. She was ok… he wasn't really mad at her. Her stomach stopped clinching, and she relaxed a little bit. Until her phone vibrated again.

-However, lying is something that is extremely serious to me, and is definitely not an ok thing. I don't think I can trust you, to be honest.

Jade's stomach was now even tighter than it had ever been.

-I'm really sorry. I forgot I did it.

-I figured, so I gave you another chance to be honest. And almost half an hour after that to text me, so you'd have plenty of time to remember. And yet, it never came.

Jade was typing her response, which mentioned needing to talk to him about something important when his messages kept interrupting her.

-I need some time to think about this.

-I love you, but I can't trust you, and that's a problem.

-Don't call or text… Won't answer and I'll delete them without reading them. I will talk to you when I'm ready.

His rapid fire messages left no room to interject, and just like that, the messages stopped. She called and texted him despite his warning, and sure enough, he wasn't really answering, just picking up and hanging up in one swift click.

For the third time in two hours on the day she believed was going to be one of her happiest days, Jade West began to cry.

Sam was the first of the group to arrive at the Groovy Smoothie. This was due in part to her wanting to make sure she was there when Freddie arrived, but mostly due to her telling Carly not to come. Carly, of course, understood what Sam was trying to do, though she definitely didn't agree with the idea. Sam was excited though and had spent nearly half an hour getting ready, picking just the right clothes to wear and way to wear her hair.

The main doors opened and Freddie hobbled in angrily, nearly throwing his crutches on the nearby seat as he sat down.

"You alright?"

"Yeah… just dandy. Where's Carly?"

This was not the response Sam was looking for at all.

"She couldn't make it."

"Ah… wonder why she didn't let me know…"

"Well, Fredward, you did say that you were just a maybe. Let's be honest, you looked like crap this morning, so she probably thought you wouldn't make it."

"How did Carly know I-" his eyes narrowed at Sam, giving off one of his classic looks that practically screamed annoyance. "Whatever, it's fine, I guess."

Sam was just about to ask him again what was going on with him, when T-Bo arrived with their smoothies.

"Hope you don't mind, I ordered your usual so you wouldn't have to drag your cripple-y self up there."

"Thanks, Sam. I guess."

"It's cool, guys. Nobody needs to thank me or anything…." T-Bo said, walking back to the counter to take an order.

"So, seriously, what's wrong? You seem upset."

"No offense, Sam. I appreciate that you're being nice, but I just don't feel like talking."

"Don't feel like talking or don't feel like talking to me?"

Freddie took a long sip of his drink before he responded, looking Sam in the eyes.

"I just don't want to talk about anything. It's not you, but I can't really talk to you about it anyway."

"And why the fuck is that?"

"Because talking to my ex-girlfriend about issues with my current girlfriend is a ridiculously bad idea."

As much as the word 'ex-girlfriend' stung, hearing that things were not so perfect with he and Jade made her a little happy. She wanted to make a snide comment about her, but managed to resist the urge.

"Fair enough. You decide you want to talk, though, I'm here."

Wow, Freddie thought, that's a really adult response for Sam. Maybe they really could be friends again. And that's when he noticed how she looked. She was wearing some makeup and her hair was a little more crimped than usual, and she was wearing a thin white tank top, which left little to the imagination especially as to the question of whether or not she was wearing a deep purple bra. This was underneath an unbuttoned plaid guy's shirt. Sam looked absolutely beautiful, and try as he might to resist the feelings she brought on, there was no denying the attraction was still there.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes before Sam could no longer take it. "Is this weird?"

"What?"

"You and me? Here? Talking? As just friends?"

Freddie just looked at her, a mix of befuddlement and amusement on his face.

"I wouldn't say this is the worst thing ever. At least I can trust you."

There it was. There was the chink in the armor that she'd been looking for.

"What do you mean? Can you not trust J-" Sam caught herself. "Other people?"

"Honestly, I don't know. Things were always basic and simple with you. You're like a walking id-"

"You better not finish that with 'iot,' Fredward."

"Shut up… though, you proved my point. I mean, id, as in the basest part of the self, like instincts and urges. Anger, hunger, etc."

"I can certainly recall some pretty strong urges from you too-"

"Ok… now it's weird." Freddie grabbed his smoothie and moved, half out of annoyance, but mostly because she was right. He was having feelings for Sam, and there was no way this could end well.

"Wait," she said, sliding from the seat to stop him. "I'm sorry… that was really out of line. Sit back down and let's talk. I still don't get what me being a cavewoman has to do with trust."

Freddie sighed and turned around and sat back down with her.

"Because… I always know where you stand. You're always hungry, you're always ready to fight, and you're always there when I really need you." Sam's heart skipped a beat at that line, "You're not shallow or sneaky. You are completely honest and upfront about who you are and what you do. I admire that."

"I don't want to get all in your business, Benson, but… are you saying you can't trust Jade?"

"Remember what I said about talking to my ex about my current relationship…"

"I know… that's why I said I didn't want to be in your business. Though, to be perfectly honest, I wouldn't hate being in your business, so its cool."

Freddie just looked at Sam, his mind racing, knowing he was being flirted with, and for the first time in over a month, he couldn't come up with a good reason not to give in.

"Sam…"

"What?"

"You can't do this. I said we would be friends. If things don't work out with Jade, then maybe sometime later we can talk like this, but now is just the wrong time. For right now, we can be good friends, but I don't think I can do more than that."

"Fair enough." Sam wanted to confess and push him, knowing he'd give in to her if she tried hard enough, but she let it slide. "You wanna get out of here?"

"Sure. I gotta head back to my place to work on some stuff anyway."

"Ok cool. I'll walk you back to your apartment."

Freddie was bewildered at the 180 Sam had pulled in the last day or so. She seemed to be back to the person he fell in love with months ago. He fondly remembered, not so much the sex, even though it was fantastic, but moreso the way they held each other and talked, and just enjoyed one another.

"Sounds good." Freddie grabbed his crutches, and followed Sam to the door, using every ounce of his willpower not to check out her ass.

Sam had worn her tight jeans for just this occasion, and may have been moving in a way to showcase her pert backside.

The two friends walked back to the apartment. Sam wished he held her as they walked, as there was a light drizzle, leaving her kinda cold. They talked more and more about the show and what they might do after high school. And before he knew it, they had reached the complex. Freddie got on the elevator, leaving Sam's side. A moment later, the blonde lunged at the elevator and got on, riding up with him.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, Benson. Of course I am. Why?"

"Why are you coming up? Carly's sick, right?"

"Umm… yeah… I told her I'd come see her after getting smoothies though."

The elevator dinged to their floor and the two friends exited from the elevator, and walked down the hall a bit further.

"Ah… well, I guess I better get inside."

Freddie was tripping over his words a bit… clearly flustered. It was incredibly cute to Sam, and she loved when he was like this. Freddie even dropped his wallet without realizing it. He began unlocking his door when she tapped him on his shoulder, to hand him his wallet that slipped out. What happened next was completely ridiculous.

Spinning around from the tap, Freddie looked at Sam and sighed. "Fine…One time, ok? And that's it."

Before she could even ask what he was talking about, he kissed her lips, and once the shock ended, Sam felt her self melt in his arms. It might have been a five second kiss, but for the blonde teen, it lasted forever, and yet still not long enough.

"Um… I, uh… Freddie, you dropped your wallet."

Freddie's eyes widened in horror and embarrassment, as he looked at the wallet, then back at Sam, who looked on the verge of extremely happy and devastated. Without saying a word, he ran into his apartment, and shut the door behind him, while Sam stood in the hallway touching her lips for nearly a full minute.

Why did I kiss her? What possessed me to kiss her with absolutely no provocation? She made me do it. All these thoughts were filling Freddie's head as he lay on his bed. He looked over at his phone, seeing he missed 3 calls, two of which were Jade's, and 6 texts. He quickly deleted her voicemails, and the whole folder of her messages without reading one. A minute after he did it, he questioned whether or not that was a bad idea.

Bad ideas seemed to come naturally to Freddie these days. He had no business trying to have a relationship with someone a thousand miles away that he might never see. Clearly, she was paranoid and didn't trust him, which meant he couldn't trust her. But was that any worse of an idea than kissing his best friend, while still in a relationship?

He had no choice in his mind. He couldn't cheat on Jade. He might have been mad at her, but there was no excuse for what he did. He got online and searched for her. Like clockwork, after a few minutes, he saw she was online, and linked up. He didn't want to see her, so they settled for Pear chat.

-we need to talk

-I agree, Jade. I've been thinking a lot about this, and I just don't think I can stay in this relationship

There was no turning back now, Freddie thought. The words had been said.

-what?

-It has a lot to do with the trust issue, but there's something else. I did something stupid.

-what? I'm really scared, Freddie.

-I was hanging out with Sam and there was this really weird moment. And it was a total accident, but we kissed, and I didn't mean for it to happen but it did.

-you son of a bitch

-I'm sorry, Jade.

-you're leaving me, after all we've been through, for your ex?

-No… I'm not going to date Sam… I just don't think its fair of me to be with you, and to do what I did. It's not honest, and it while it was an accident, cheating is cheating, so I have to end this.

Freddie watched as the message "Jade is typing a message" came on for several seconds, and then disappeared, and then reappeared, and then went away. This went on for almost five minutes, and she clearly didn't know how to respond. Finally a message popped up.

-fuck you

And she was gone. She was off his friends list. She was off the Slapbook. She had officially blocked him.

Freddie through his hands through his hair, pissed off for being so stupid and throwing away a girl he honestly felt like he was in love with.

On the other side of the computer, Jade West was lying on her bed, bawling her eyes out, her makeup running down her face. She'd been dumped. By the perfect guy. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't hate him. He confessed to cheating, came clean that something happened and just surrendered. She wanted to scream at him for being too chivalrous- that she would take him regardless. But then, she would have to tell him about her being late… and that was a conversation she wanted to have, but didn't think she could. And in one swift angry move, she blocked him from everything without a second thought.

She paced around her room, punching her wall every so often. Finally, she settled down and grabbed her phone. She needed to make a phone call. There were only a couple people she felt like she could talk to about this.

Her first call surprised even her, as Tori Vega's phone rang and rang, and eventually went to voicemail. Maybe Vega wasn't the right choice. They were only just starting their friendship thing, and maybe it was best if she didn't have to deal with this.

The next call went to Cat, who picked up almost automatically, as always.

"Hey, Jade."

"Hey, Cat… what's up?"

"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OK!"

Apparently Jade sounded just like she felt.

"Not really. Can you come over? I need to talk to someone."

"I'll be right over."

Cat hung up and Jade walked over to her bed, and laid down again, desperately trying to clear her head so she could talk to Cat about everything. Within ten minutes, Jade heard her doorbell. She didn't feel like crawling out of bed so she just shouted that it was open and to come in.

Jade's bedroom door burst open as Cat, in her little pink sundress bounded in and rushed to sit at the foot of the bed. She looked like a puppy, a fact that Jade actually got a smile over.

"Jade… what's wrong?"

"I…"

"Is it your parents? Freddie? Beck? Did you watch a sad movie? I hate sad movies. Crying is never very pretty." Cat's eyes met Jade's and the petite redhead's eyes went wide. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with crying. Its very healthy, and-"

"Cat! Just stop. Let me talk. I'll explain."

Cat sat with her head in her hands, staring at Jade as she discussed everything that had happened in the last day, from the late night convo, to realizing she was late, to the text message, to Freddie "cheating," and finally the breakup.

"Wow… Jade. What are you going to do?"

"If I knew that, I don't think I would have called you and Vega."

"Oh, Tori's coming? I'm sorry I was impatient, I didn't mean to make you have to tell this stuff twice."

"It's fine… I didn't call her over. I just called her and got no answer."

"That's because Beck is probably…" Cat stopped herself from talking any further. "Taking her to the movies. That's exactly what they're doing."

Jade loved Cat, but sometimes she did not know when to shut her mouth. "I don't care. They're dating… It's a little fast… but normal I guess."

"What if you went to see him?"

"Why would I go and see Beck?"

"Not Beck… Freddie. Why not go see him, and tell him everything face to face?"

"I don't know… that's kinda weird. Just running off by myself for a thousand mile trip just to deliver a message."

"You don't have to go by yourself. I'm not doing anything. Plus, I have an aunt who lives in Seattle. We can stay with her."

Cat was giving her that sad puppy look, and she really couldn't be upset when she was being that cute.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Yay! Road trip!"

"You should call your aunt and make sure its cool if we crash there. I don't want to cause anymore trouble than we have to."

"I will. But first," Cat jumped on Jade side and cuddled up to the saddened teen, and somehow, with Cat holding her, Jade felt 1000x better. Before either of them even realized it, they had fallen asleep on each other.

The next two days flew by for Freddie. He never left his apartment, afraid he'd run into Sam, or worse, Carly, who was no doubt told about the kiss, and nobody could predict how Carly would react to anything. He ate dinner with his mom, who insisted on cutting his food like he was a child, and survived the rest of the time thanks to the minifridge in his room.

It had been two full days since the kiss happened, and Sam had texted him 6 times to talk since then, using very short messages, apparently not knowing how to respond either. Try as he might, he couldn't get a hold of Jade either. Finally, he swallowed his pride, and realized he needed to talk to someone.

He logged onto his computer and searched for someone to talk to, and before he could settle on either Gibby or walking over to talk to Spencer, Carly messaged him for a cam chat. He accepted, assuming it was a sign, and was immediately greeted with a joke.

"I considered bringing you over something, but I thought you might try and kiss me."

"Very funny. It was an accident. What's up?"

Some accident… Not much, really. Spencer is kinda getting on my nerves. He's been acting so weird the last few weeks. I think he needs a girlfriend. So what's been up with you?"

"Just haven't felt well."

"Yeah, embarrassment will do that. Heard things were going badly with Jade too."

"Wow… Sam does not keep anything private does she?"

"Guess not."

"But I think Jade and I are done. I kissed Sam, and I confessed to Jade and she lost it and blocked me and I quote 'fuck you.'

Carly's face winced at the f word, "Ouch."

"Did you really just wince at the f word? You have like the dirtiest mouth I've ever encountered… how does that bother you?"

"I'm just a different person when I'm… y'know. It just sorta comes out."

"Fair enough… anyway, we're done, and I feel awful."

"Why don't you just get back with Sam? You already kissed her, and God knows she'd want nothing more."

"Because, it's just not right. I deserve to be alone."

"Dude… you had a quick kiss with a friend when things got too intense. It's ok. But let me tell you this- if you don't act with Sam soon, you really will be alone. You and Sam just… work. She gets it… why don't you?"

Freddie wondered why Carly was so intent on his dating of Sam. Seems like every time they had a conversation, it eventually went to "Why not Sam?"

"Carly… seriously, let it go. I need to be alone."

"And that's why you're online talking to me?"

"You know what I mean. I don't need to date anyone right now."

"Then don't date her. Just mess around. You could just be friends with benefits. Like us."

"God, Carly… don't remind me. You know how sickening it is that there was a time that you snapped your fingers and I went running?"

"You certainly never complained at the time."

"Because I was a lonely guy." He silently lied to himself that it had nothing to do with the incredible sex. "Besides, I'm in no condition to go out and just aimlessly sleep with Sam."

"You know she would come to you. You could snap your fingers and have her there. You know it's what you want. Why deny yourself pleasure?"

"Sometimes your flower child routine really bothers me, Carly."

"I just love being happy. Sometimes it's food like Sam loves, or attention like you love, or sometimes, I love being fu-"

"I get it, Carly. You're constantly horny. I really worry about this new you at times."

"You should worry about Sam. She really wants to be with you, and not just in that way. She loves you, and you should let her into you. Even if it's just as friends, just let her be her."

"Fine. I will talk to Sam next time I see her. We'll see what happens."

Carly might have had a response, but Freddie missed it as there was a knock at the door. His mom was going to be gone for at least another three hours, so he had no idea who it could be. He limped towards the door, and opened it to reveal Sam. She was wearing pajamas, the top half of which was slightly unbuttoned, revealing her cleavage, and the bottoms were tight enough that there was nothing to imagine.

"You were watching the web conversation, weren't you?"

"No… what's that?"

"You're a god awful liar, Sam Puckett."

"Fine, I was staying with Carly, and she basically told me what you were saying. I stayed out of view of the camera."

"So, you waited til I said yes, and then raced over? To what end?"

"I don't know. I just wanted to see you. I wanted to make sure you didn't hate me and wanted to see me too."

"Sam, I could never hate you… I'm just really mixed up. Jade and I broke up, and we kissed, and it all happened so fast. I just can't think straight I guess."

"Well, just don't think. Just go for what you want."

"Sam-"

"That wasn't a come-on… Ok, it was, but it's still true. Do what you want. Are you still attracted to me?"

"Of course I am, Sam. You're… amazing."

"Better than the gank?"

"Her name is Jade, Sam… and you two are very different. I love her. I love you too… I'm just really confused."

"Well, I'm gonna tell you straight," Sam pushed her way past Freddie, heading to his room. Naturally, he followed to see what she was doing. "I'm not confused at all. There's a reason I gave myself to you, and not anyone else."

"And Beck was… what?"

"A mistake, you jackass nub. I made a few, I know. But I'm in love with you, and I know that you're the one for me. I can't imagine my life without yours. And maybe I'm wrong, but I think you feel the same way. This thing we have- whether it's a friendship or a relationship- this is legit. And it's forever."

"Sam, you're being a bit overdramatic, aren't you?" Freddie sat down at his computer to see Carly was watching something on her computer and touching herself. That girl has some serious control issues, he thought.

"I don't think so. I think I'm being realistic. You're forcing yourself to be alone because you did something you and I both wanted to do. I realize Jade broke your heart, but there's no reason you should be by yourself. Not when I'm here."

"Now you're just coming off as desperate."

"Desperate? Fuck that. I'll show you desperate."

Sam lunged at Freddie, tossing his laptop onto a pile of clothes, and in one swift motion, she was on top of him, pinning his midsection to the bed. He tried to wrestle her, but she grabbed his wrists and held them above his head, against the headboard. As Sam was leaning over, Freddie couldn't help but notice that her heaving cleavage was right in his face.

"This is desperation. If I was desperate, I could get what I need from you. But I'm not. I just love you, and I want to be with you, and I'd do anything to be with you."

"Your point is made, Sam."

"Tell me that you don't want me right now, and I'll back off and let you have your alone time."

Freddie looked up into her eyes, his nostrils inhaling her scent. He hadn't really smelled her in a long time, and damn if she didn't smell like the best thing ever. Her skin was so soft even though she was being so tough. She lowered her head, which gave Freddie no choice but to smell her hair as it grazed his face, and he was overtaken. He was sent over the edge when she began to grind a little on his stomach, moving back just enough to feel that he had an erection. Once again, his body had betrayed him.

"Well, I know part of you wants me. So, come on… either admit that you want me, Fredward, or say that you don't."

Freddie's mind was paralyzed. Finally, he had his answer. "Of course I want you, Sam. But this isn't right. I need time."

The word distraught didn't even come close to her reaction as she slid off of Freddie. He got up and opened his bedroom door, giving her the signal to go.

The blonde shuffled over to him, giving him a glare. "You made a big mistake. This could have really been something special."

"Sam, every moment I spend with you is special. I just need to figure things out, and I can't just act on instinct."

Sam got up in his face. "You know, a little id wouldn't hurt you… It certainly didn't hurt that kiss the other day."

"You think recalling a word I used at lunch is going to make me change my mind?"

"No, but this might."

Sam pressed her body against Freddie as she forced her mouth onto his, feeling her tongue slip inside his mouth, and before he even realized it, his hands were holding her waist. The blonde pulled away from the kiss, and just shook her head at Freddie as patted Freddie's shoulder.

Freddie's arm shot out, shutting the door, keeping the two of them inside his room. Sam smiled and shot him a look.

"What changed your mind?"

"Does it matter? Obviously, we want each other, and I guess it won't kill us to be together, and I've really missed you."

"More than Jade?"

"I'm not going to answer that. But I do want you. I want you in every way possible.

"That's all you had to say. Was that so hard?"

"No, but this was."

Freddy grabbed Sam's hand and pressed against pants, feeling his hardened member against her fingers. Her fingers remained their, taking it all in. God, she missed this, she thought, as all rationality flooded from her mind, replaced by animalistic lust. She kept rubbing her hands against the denim fabric of his jeans, wanting to touch him, but not wanting to move too quickly.

Sam used her free hand to unbutton her pajama shirt, exposing her in her bra, which magnificently displayed her large supple chest. Much like Sam couldn't pull away from his member, Freddie was drawn towards the insides of her shirt, his fingers running up and down her body, playing with the edges of the bra as a tease.

Sam was doing some teasing of her own as she unbuttoned his jeans, and reached inside his boxers. She didn't want to see it yet. She wanted to just feel it in her hands, like it was a sport she had to get used to before playing. Her touch was electric to Freddie, who finally had to sit down, as balancing with the one leg was harder than he imagined.

Sam looked down at the man seated in front of her. He had muscles, piercing eyes, he was wicked smart, and he was nice. The amazing cock had nothing with why she was in love with him. Ok, maybe it had something, but it wasn't the most important thing like it was for Carly. Sam snapped out of her thoughts as Freddie kissed her exposed stomach, kissing it and running his hands up and down it, his fingers again, playing with the edge of her bra. She tasted so good, Freddie thought. His mouth watering at the idea of tasting other parts of her that he had sorely missed.

The blonde pushed his body away and sunk to her knees in front of him. Quickly pulling his pants and boxers down, she freed his member, which promptly sprung out at her face.

"Wow… someone really wants attention."

Sam put her hands on Freddie's knees and just using her mouth, tried to wrangle his member inside her hot lips. Just before it could reach them, she was pulled up on top of him.

"Just because I'm hurt doesn't mean I can't participate. Look at that," he said pointing over her shoulder. When she fell for his trick, he flipped her over so her head was near his lap and his face was in her crotch. Freddie immediately rectified the clothing situation, sliding her jeans and her purple floral underwear down her shaven legs. Before his eyes was her sex, hot and moist, and calling for him. Who was he to deny such a call?

And so Freddie's tongue and fingers began to work their magic on Sam, as she tried to regain the ability to think, so she could pleasure him. Eventually, her mouth made its way to its destination, as she tried to take as much of him in as she could, but it wasn't more than a few inches. She bobbed her head on what she could, moaning, and nearly screaming into his cock as he gave her the oral pleasure she hadn't come close to feeling in what felt like forever.

Freddie massaged her clit with his sandpaper-y tongue, and as he felt her beginning to tighten, he licked a finger and inserted it just slightly into her ass. The resulting surprise and pleasure caused Sam to squeal into his engorged member, as she came hard all over Freddie's face. He quickly lapped up her juices while massaging her perfect ass in the air.

Despite her orgasm, Freddie was not letting up, and she barely felt like he was close. How did he get so good at this? Sam tried not to think about what he did with Jade, as his tongue invaded her body, and she knew he was probably going to make her cum again before she even got him. She tried to deepthroat his member, and she almost got six inches down before coming back up with a gasp. Bobbing her head up and down, she felt her orgasm building up again, her moans and squeals being muffled.

Freddie knew she was close again, and immediately stopped what he was doing and pulled her body up so they were face to face. Their bodies were wrapped tightly in one another, his member now sliding along her slit, and their lips tightly pressed together, kissing deeply.

"Baby… Momma needs you inside her."

Freddie gave her a look, and smirked. "Is that what you really want?"

"Please…" Freddie could not believe how hot Sam was when she begged.

"I suppose I could…" he said, his words going very slowly, driving her crazy. "How do you want it?"

"Think you could bend me over and fuck me?"

"I don't think so, but I think I might have something comparable…" Freddie pulled Sam's glistening body onto his and whispered in her ears, and watched her follow his instructions.

The blonde teen sat up and turned around so that she was facing his legs before impaling herself slowly. Freddie watched as he slowly sheathed his member inside her, his hands planted on her sides, just above her ass. The lower she went, the tighter he gripped on her supple ass. She loved how he held her in his grip, but loved how amazing he felt inside her even more. He felt enormous inside her, and she had never felt so filled in her entire life. He filled her so completely that she could feel every twitch, every vein, and every other piece of him.

After completely getting him inside her, she pulled off, and then came back down hard. It took a couple of minutes to get used to everything, but once she did, she developed a really strong rhythm.

Freddie loved watching her ass go up and down on his cock, and he had no idea what came over him in the moment, but his hand slapped her ass as she rode him. He heard her gasp, as he watched her skin move. Her pale ass was a perfect canvas for his red handprint.

"Fuck, Freddie… spank me again!"

Freddie spanked her ass again, a little harder.

"Oh yeah… that's nice… I'm so bad."

You are a very bad girl… who… needs to be punished…" Freddie was not used to this kind of conversation, but decided to go with it, despite not knowing what to say.

"Yes! I'm… mmmm so fucking bad. Fucking spank me like the dirty whore I am!"

These words wouldn't have surprised Freddie if it was Carly, but Sam was always a bit more reserved with sex.

A few spanks later, Freddie felt her pussy turn into a vice as her orgasm overtook Sam's body, and her whole figure shuddered as she came before leaning back. Freddie gripped her arms and pounded up inside her, eliciting several 'fuck's' and three "ohmygod's" before he finally felt close.

"Sam… I'm gonna come…"

"Fucking finally… I want to swallow every ounce of it."

Sam quickly climbed off and kneeled at his side, diving her face down on his waiting member. The sexed up blonde barely had to bob for a minute before she felt his hands gripped her head, and he unleashed an incredible load, that she could barely get down. She looked up as she swallowed as much as she could, a little bit sliding out the side of her mouth. Wiping it away, she smiled at Freddie as she slid up into his arms.

"That was incredible."

"Yeah, Sam… it really was. I guess you were right."

"Of course I was right. This," she pointed back and forth at them, "is what we were born to do."

"We were born to have sex with each other? C'mon Sam… that's ridiculous."

"Is it? I'm serious. I think I want to do this like 5 times a day, for like, the rest of my life."

"Wow, Sam… I'm not sure if I can do that."

"Well, maybe I could to other people for what I need…"

He knew that she was kidding, but somehow the idea of her being with other people made him upset. And that's when he knew he had a problem.

"Sam… I don't want to ruin this, but my feelings are still pretty messed up. I-"

"I swear to God… if you say that this was a mistake, I'm to cut your balls off. Seriously."

"I know it wasn't a mistake… but I worry about whether I'm ready for another relationship so fast."

"Fine… we can be fuckbuddies for the time being then?"

"Yeah… I don't know about that. I think there's something beyond just friends here."

"I can't fucking believe this. We just had what was possibly the best sex in the world, despite you being a cripple, and you're turning into an absolute puss cake!"

"Puss cake? Really?"

"Fuck you, Fredward. I gotta go. Call me when you come to your fucking senses." Sam leaped from the bed and gathered her clothes, throwing them on as she moved.

Freddie tried to follow her, but his injury made him far too slow as he dressed as he moved. She was well out the door when he finally got out of his room. He was so tired from everything that he nearly collapsed, barely making it to a chair in the living room. Freddie sat thinking for several minutes, when there was a knock on the door. He was already answering it, before he even opened it.

"I'm glad you came to your senses, Sam."

He opened the door to reveal someone he never expected: Jade. And in her hands was a box, and while he could only see the corner of it that said EPT, Freddie knew exactly what it was.

"Freddie…We need to talk."

And there we are. We have reached the end of the worst- itled story I hope I ever write. Really look forward to any and all reviews and comments and votes. I cannot thank you all enough for reading my story.

UPDATE: The next story, Carousel Nights, has now begun. Thanks again to all who have reviewed so far.