Summary - When Freddie is given an essay to write entitled "What is Love?" how will he react when he reads his work aloud to his English class and finally realises how he feels for a certain blonde headed demon?

Disclaimer - *Running out of Nickelodeon Head Quarters* I've finally done it, iCarly is mine, ALL MINE! *evil laughter* Now I can write the characters in whatever way I deem fit- wait, these are the ownership papers for Victorious? *Rips up sheets and walks away* :P I'm kidding, Victorious is great, but iCarly shall always rule supreme!

A/N - Hi guys, how are we all this fine day? How amazing have the past few iCarly episodes been (I mean, even without the blatant Seddie moments... :P ) Hugs and big sloppy kisses for Dorky Blonde, Geekquality, Keirah, mortalimortality, LyshaLuvsSeddie, DannySamLover20, Evelyn, asdfghjklqwertyuiopzxcvbnm, anon.10810, akg.517 and KittiesOnTheDarkSide for the awesome sauce reviews, MY LOVE TO YOU ALL!

Evelyn - Despicable Me! You're my new favourite... :P THANK YOU! I wrote today's disclaimer with you in mind!

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I am also re-uploading last week's chapter, just because of a few minor grammatical errors that my amazing beta (.epic.73) helped me with... speaking of which, can everyone please give a massive round of applause to my beautiful beta, who has given me so much advice on this week's chapter, THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, MY LOVE!

Previously on 10 Things iHate About You

Chapter 5 - Sam and Tony dated for a few weeks before she broke up with him, because the only reason he was with her was to get to Carly. Amy is a transfer student who is interested in Freddie, but whom he shows little interest in bar pleasant friendship - Senior Year, September

THIS CHAPTER IS SET BEFORE CHAPTER 5

Enjoy, my precious pumpkins!

They push you to be the best you can be, to strive for greatness, and give you the assurance you need to jump into the unknown, being there every step of the way.

Senior Year - September (17 years old)

"Hey," T-Bo walked up to Carly, Spencer and Gibby, who were sitting at their favourite table in the Groovy Smoothie sharing a couple of Blueberry Blasts, "What's up, guys?"

"Hey T-Bo," Carly replied, putting down her Smoothie to greet their friend properly, "We were just-"

"You guys want to buy some nachos?" T-Bo interrupted Carly, bringing out a stick of nachos from behind his back and waving it in front of their faces.

"Uh, no thanks Teebs," Gibby answered warily, trying his best to avoid the spray of food flying off said nacho stick every time they whipped by his face, "We're good. I need to head off anyway."

"Already, where are you off to, Gib?" Spencer asked, before slurping his smoothie noisily.

"Gibby's got a hot date," Carly teased good naturedly, causing Gibby to smile mysteriously blushing slightly.

"No way, give me the deets!" Spencer leant forward, mostly out of interest in who Gibby's lady-friend of the month was, but also to avoid T-Bo's Nacho Stick of Doom, which had already almost impaled his head twice in the last minute.

"Tasha," Gibby admitted, shrugging one shoulder slightly, "I know we parted ways as friends, but we're going to give it another shot. Nothing can stand in the way of true love."

"What's this I hear about true love?" a new but familiar voice asked, and the trio turned around to see Freddie smiling down at them, despite the heavy bags under his eyes and tired look on his face.

"Hey!" Carly greeted Freddie excitedly, moving up a stool so that he could sit down beside her, "Where have you been? We've hardly seen or heard from you or Sam at all for the past couple of days."

"The apartment has been strangely quiet," Spencer mused, chewing his straw thoughtfully, "You know, I was thinking about getting a pet just to avoid having to live with the empty silence."

"Come on, it hasn't been that long," Freddie replied quickly, after greeting Gibby and Spencer and giving Carly a small hug, "I just had some stuff to sort through. And you know that ever since Sam went all googly eyed over Tony last week the two have been practically joined at the hip."

"Ah yes, Tony," Carly repeated, squeezing her smoothie cup with more force than necessary as she narrowed her eyes, "You know, I really want to like the guy but something about him is just, off."

Freddie nodded, agreeing with Carly's statement about Sam's boyfriend as he felt relieved that it wasn't just him who was wary of Sam's new beau. Up until this point, Freddie had put the churning he felt in his gut whenever Tony and Sam were mentioned down to his suspicion of the guy who had the potential to break his best friend's heart in two, and not for other more confusing reasons to do with the blonde headed demon.

"So is that where Sam is now?" Freddie asked, even though he didn't really want to know the answer, "With Tony?"

"Yeah, I think they went to the mall together a few hours ago," Carly replied, "But didn't she tell you that? I thought you guys talked every day."

Before Freddie could inform Carly that Sam had been fairly distant since hooking up with the six foot tall senor of her dreams, in what he hoped was a less jealous tone then that of the thoughts running wild in his mind, Spencer interrupted him, "They're at the mall? Like, right now? Do you think Sam would go to the pet store for me and get-"

"We're not getting a pet, Spencer!" Carly said warningly, causing Spencer to pout like a child and cross his arms angrily, "Ignore him," Carly told Freddie, gesturing to her sulking older brother, "He's just trying to find an excuse to get a pet, even though he knows nothing in this world will convince me into letting him keep a parrot in the apartment."

"A parrot?" Gibby re-entered the conversation excitedly upon hearing word of the tropical bird, before turning to Spencer in awe, "Dude, that would be awesome!"

"I KNOW, RIGHT?" Spencer replied, and the two of them began a deep discussion about starting some sort of pirate club where all the members could have real live parrots and would wear eye patches all the time.

"Hey everyone," a quiet voice chimed in from behind Freddie, and the group found themselves spinning around once again to see who it was.

"Oh, hi Amy!" Carly greeted the girl happily, while Freddie responded with a wave, Gibby with his signature, "Gibb-ay," and Spencer with a pleasant but confused, "I don't know you."

"Spencer, Amy is a girl in our class, she just transferred here from Michigan," Carly introduced the two of them, before looking at her watch quickly, "Oh crackers, Spencer, it's almost three; we're going to be late meeting Sarah."

"Who's Sarah?" Freddie asked while Gibby asked Amy is she'd like to join his newly created pirate club, to which she politely declined.

"Spencer's new girlfriend," Carly replied, "and I haven't met her yet, so we're heading over to the museum where she works to say hi."

"Sarah," Spencer sighed dreamily, "You're going to love her, Carls. She's funny and cool and crazy enough to be interesting and do spontaneous things with me, but is also sane enough to not set the kitchen on fire or buy three thousand puppies on the internet and ship them to our apartment!"

"You mean like your last girlfriend, Rita?" Carly shook her head and smiled, as Freddie grinned at them, "I mean, she was pretty Spence, I'll give you that, but apart from that she didn't have that much going for her. I mean, who manages to set the apartment on fire while making a salad?"

"Hey, she was just trying to be nice!" Spencer said, attempting to defend his ex-girlfriend, "How was she supposed to know that you're not supposed to bake a salad in the oven until its golden brown?"

"And the three thousand puppies?" Carly questioned, raising an eyebrow pointedly.

"They were cute and she's not that good with numbers!" Spencer replied in an exasperated tone.

"Come on guys, we've got to split," Gibby said, waving a quick goodbye at Amy before getting up, "I need to get ready for my date."

"Yeah, I heard about that, good luck Gib," Freddie patted his friend on the back and smiled, before turning to Carly, "Have fun with Sarah."

"I will, I'll speak to you later, OK?" Carly replied, "We need to go over some stuff for next week's iCarly."

"Sounds cool, I'll see you later guys." Freddie waved off his friends and Spencer, before turning back around to see Amy still standing beside the table.

"Hey Freddie," Amy greeted Freddie once again, smiling sweetly as she tucked her long red hair behind one ear nervously.

"Hi Amy, how are you?" Freddie asked, gesturing for her to sit down, which she declined.

"I would love to stay, but I've got to get back to my friends, they're waiting outside," Amy explained, looking down at the floor and back up again, "I was just wondering if you were free any time, to catch a movie or whatever. As friends," she added hastily to the end, causing Freddie to smile slightly.

"Yeah, that sounds cool, how about next week sometime."

"Awesome, I'll see you then!" Amy waved goodbye and headed for the door, bumping into a girl with an array of blonde curls and a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Oh, sorry," Amy began, before looking up and realising who she had collided with, "Sam!"

Sam looked at the quickly paling girl in front of her, who had obviously heard tales of the short tempered co-host of iCarly, and shrugged her shoulder, "Don't worry about it, Amy," she said, before walking into the Groovy Smoothie. Slightly confused, but otherwise (surprisingly) unscathed, Amy walked out to meet her friends, turning back one last time to look at Freddie and sighing, as she saw Sam dropping into the seat next to Freddie. Sometimes she didn't even know why she tried with boys who were obviously taken, even if they had yet to realise it themselves.

"Hey there stranger," Sam greeted Freddie, shoving his shoulder playfully as he looked up and grinned at her.

"Hey yourself," Freddie replied, wondering why his heart had started beating twice as fast in the mere presence of one Miss Samantha Puckett, "How've you been?"

"Good," Sam replied smiling, "Really good, actually." She then noticed the bags under Freddie's eyes and frowned, "You, on the other hand, don't seem too great. What's up with the panda eyes, dude, are you not sleeping or something?"

Freddie's eyes widened slightly, before he attempted to cover up his surprise by shrugging and smiling, "It's nothing, just some construction going on near the Plaza that's keeps waking me up." Changing the subject, he leant forward and smirked, "I'd rather talk about the guy whose been keeping you away from us all for the past week, a guy who's name starts with T and ends with Ony?" Freddie teased, as he tried his best to overcome whatever jealous feelings he had for the guy who had been stealing away the precious time he had with his best friend.

Sam looked up at Freddie, blushing slightly, partly because of his teasing remark but mostly because of how strange the whole situation was for her. A few months ago, she had been questioning her feelings for the very nub sitting before her, wondering if they had the potential for something more than friendship, when out of the blue an extremely good looking guy had asked her out. On a date. A guy with a reasonable GPA and impressive sport skills had asked her, Samantha Puckett, a girl most well known at their school for beating the crap out of anyone who had the audacity to get on her bad side and eating vast amounts of food in record breaking times, on an actual date.

She had been wary at first, mainly because Tony had never even said two words to her before asking her out for dinner and a movie, and also due to the unresolved feelings she had for a certain technical producer of iCarly. A boy who, though she often denied it, meant a great deal to her in more ways than one, and who she didn't ever want to lose because of some stupid hormones that had completely whacked out her brain. So she had shoved any thoughts of Freddie to the back of her mind and said yes to Tony's offer, ignoring the tiny voice inside her head that was telling her it would only end in tears.

So what if she may have found Freddie kind of attractive in the past, that didn't have to mean anything, right? Is was just her girl chemistry messing up her thoughts, and even if she did have, dare she say it, feelings for the dork, which she absolutely didn't, there was no way in hell he would ever feel the same way for her.

In true Puckett fashion, of course, she had her own way of dealing with things that confused her; she hid behind a veil of sarcasm, wit, and anger. Though in Freddie's presence it was more like sarcasm, wit and finding-ways-to-initiate-physical-contact-without-making-things-weird-between-them.

She rolled her eyes at Freddie's remark, punching his shoulder and laughing, "Shut up, Benson, we've only been dating for a week."

"And you've been inseparable for said week!" Freddie replied, smiling at Sam's infectious laugh. Seeing her look this happy made him feel strangely uplifted, even though he still wasn't sure about the source of her joy and his true motives towards her. "You really like this guy, don't you?"

Sam thought about this for a while, crinkling her nose in a way that made Freddie grin like an idiot, as she contemplated his question. Sure, Tony was nice, he seemed pretty decent and liked lasagne, which was a definite plus in her books, but was he really the one for her? Sometimes Sam felt like the only reason she was with him was because he was actually interested in her, because she had found a guy who genuinely wanted to be with her, a guy who made her feel special. But she didn't laugh with Tony until she cried like she did with her friends, and he didn't appreciate a good wrestling match or a Girly Cow marathon like her friends did. He didn't even share her love of fried chicken, nor did he have an interest in slightly nerdy things that she could poke fun at good naturedly, like her friends did. He didn't have a smirk that made her go weak at the knees, or dance moves that made him look both ridiculous and insanely cute and when she stared into his deep brown eyes she didn't forget where she was going or what she was saying; she didn't wish with all her heart that she would just man up and make a move on him before it was too late. No. He didn't have any of these things. Not one.

"Sam," Freddie waved his hand in front of Sam's face, "Come back to me, Sam. You really are in love, aren't you?"

Sam looked up at him and snorted, "Me? In love with a guy who I've known for about a week? Please, Benson, I thought you knew me better than that."

Freddie shrugged, "Well I wasn't the one who just zoned out for five minutes thinking about her new beau."

Sam rolled her eyes again, and attempted to change the subject and distract herself from her mixed up thoughts by jumping to her feet and stretching, "So, you free, Freddimama? Let's go do something."

Freddie nodded, "Sure, but don't you want to see Tony?"

"I've already spent all day with the guy, at the mall, no less," Sam shuddered slightly; if she wasn't going to the mall for the food court or to wander around Build a Bra then what was the point? "And it's not like we're joined at the hip!"

Freddie laughed, "Ok then, let's go to the park, you know, the one with the great ice cream stand and that massive tree that takes a year and a day to climb but is totally worth it in the end because of the view?"

Sam grinned at him wholeheartedly for what felt like her first genuine smile of the day. "Sounds like a plan, Fredman. Let's do this."

Freddie grabbed his jacket and stood up, as Sam turned around to head for the door, bumping into T-Bo who was still holding his large stick of nachos and offering it to anyone who walked past.

"Ooh, nachos," Sam said as she tried to swipe the stick out of T-Bo's hands, only to be pushed away by T-Bo as he stared at her angrily.

"Hey, these are NOT YO NACHOS!" T-Bo yelled, "Buy the stick, or get the hell out of my restaurant!"

"Come, on Teebs, I don't have any money," Sam began, before Freddie pulled out his wallet and bought the nachos for her without saying a word.

"We appreciate your business," T-Bo smiled, before becoming grave once again, "Now leave, we've got to make room for more customers."

"But T-Bo-"

"OUT!"

Sam and Freddie looked at each other, both of them were struggling not to laugh, and ran out the building, managing to contain themselves until they reached the outside world, whereby they proceeded to laugh so hard they had to lean against each other for physical support.

"I think it was his split personality that did it for me," Freddie admitted, wiping a stray tear off of his face.

"Oh no, it had to be the 'not you nachos' line," Sam reiterated, walking alongside Freddie and bumping into his side amicably as she gnawed on her nacho stick. "Thanks for these, by the way. Mama loves a good nacho stick."

Freddie acknowledged her thanks by smiling, and unfurled his jacket to put it on, the slightly cooler autumnal winds washing over him gently. As he shook out his bundled coat, a large, brown envelope fell out of the inside pocket, something that Sam's eagle sharp eyesight caught before Freddie himself even noticed, and she grabbed it eagerly, wondering what could possibly be inside.

"What's in here, Fredward?" Sam asked, throwing away her now empty nacho stick and wiping her hands on her jumper before pulling out the white papers from the unsealed envelope, "It looks far too prestigious to be hidden in your Galaxy Wars jacket from Webicon."

Freddie's eyes widened as he looked down and patted his coat pocket frantically, before lunging for the envelope in Sam's hands.

"No, Sam, wait-"

But it was too late. Sam had already turned over the large wad of white papers in her hands to see the large logo on the top of the first page and Freddie's neat handwriting trailing down the sheet.

"MIT University?" she murmured to herself before looking up at Freddie and smiling slightly, "Getting in your application early, huh?"

Freddie sighed, and gestured for Sam to follow as he began walking down the street, to which she complied, mainly out of confusion and shock due to unexpected reaction. Why was he so nervous about her discovering this application?

"I mean, I know that you've wanted to go ever since we were kids," Sam started speaking again as she fell into step with Freddie, "But you haven't been talking about it that much recently, and I just thought," she paused, unsure of how to approach what was obviously a sensitive subject, "Actually, I don't know what to think," she nudged his arm, "Talk to me, Freddie."

Freddie looked over at Sam nervously before staring back down at his feet, "I don't know, Sam, I mean, the application came about a week ago and I filled it out as soon as it arrived, but when it came to posting it, I just couldn't." He sighed again, "I'm not even sure if I want to go anymore."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked disbelievingly, "You love MIT, you've been to every one of their open houses since you were 12, hell, I've borrowed that over-sized MIT hoodie enough times to know how much you love that school."

"But what if I'm not good enough," Freddie asked quietly, staring at the pavement beneath him, "I mean, I like to think working on iCarly would give me an edge, and my grades are pretty good, but I don't know if it will be enough."

Before Sam could say another word, Freddie continued his babbling speech, "And speaking of iCarly, how would we do a show every week with me on the other side of the country? It's a five hour flight from Seattle to Michigan, or a two day drive, we just wouldn't be able to make it work, not to mention you and Carly moving away after graduation. It would tear us all apart, and I'm not going to be the one who does that."

Sam smiled at Freddie, before stopping him as his ever increasing speed made it difficult for her to keep up with him. "If your decision to go to MIT is based solely on whether or not we can carry on with iCarly, I will beat your ass from here to Timbuktu for the rest of your life."

Freddie looked up, shocked at Sam's less than comforting words, only to realise her ability to make him smile in even the most confusing times had already made him feel more relaxed than he had been all week, "MIT was your dream way before iCarly, and it will continue being just that unless you work out what you want," Sam continued, looking directly into Freddie's eyes to try and get her message across, "I know it's going to be hard, to get the grades, to leave home and move all the way across the country, but I believe in you Freddie. If you can run a popular web-show by yourself and make our TV screen swing out 18% times faster and cure a rare eye disease with all your technical know how MIT are going to be begging for you to come to their school. Just you wait and see."

Freddie smiled at her, though he still looked unsure, "And if I'm still scared, of moving away, from my mum and all of you guys; from my family?"

Sam placed her hand on Freddie's shoulder comfortingly, rubbing her thumb against the nape of his neck gently. The mere thought of Freddie moving thousands of miles away from her made her stomach churn and heart ache in ways she could have never imagined possible. Not seeing his face everyday, or spending time together planning new skits for iCarly with Carly and Gibby, having to live without their impromptu trips to the fire escape when one of them felt all hope was lost and the other pulled them off of the edge. She wanted to tell him not to go, to stay in Seattle with her, like she could get into university with the grades she had, but she couldn't. Freddie had to live his dreams, and right now she had to be the friend who reminded him of that. She had to listen to her head over her heart.

"Being scared of the unknown is normal, Benson, but its something we all have to go through," she began quietly, maintaining eye contact throughout as she fought the urge to look away and punch him in the chest for making her feel so damn conflicted, "But if you never try you'll never know what could happen. It might be scary and lonely but at the same time it could be exciting; it could be a whole new chapter in your life. An adventure."

Freddie smiled at her, the right side of his mouth tilting slightly higher than the left to create the crooked smirk Sam had become so accustomed to, "You know, I'm pretty good with the chapter I'm on right now, I mean, its got everything I need, adventure, excitement," a blonde headed demon with fire in her eyes and passion in her heart, he thought to himself wistfully.

"Well, everyone's got to move on some day, Freddicini," Sam slapped him on the shoulder before digging her hands into her pockets, "I mean, I know you're a slow reader, but sooner or later the story's going to start to get a little boring, and you'll have to turn over onto the next page, don't you think?"

"Never," he replied quickly, his tone quiet but strong as his gaze remained fixated on Sam's, "I could live with this chapter for the rest of my life and never ever get bored with it."

We're not talking about MIT anymore, are we, Sam thought to herself wonderingly as her eyes darted from Freddie's lips and back up again to his deep brown eyes. Suddenly, her phone buzzed against her side, making her jump as she fumbled to retrieve it from her pocket.

"It's a text from Tony," she murmured, more to herself than to Freddie. Tony. Her boyfriend, Tony. The guy who was actually interested in her in a more than platonic way. Tony. "He wants to meet up."

Freddie's face fell slightly, but he replaced his morose expression with a happier one, shaking his head slightly as if he was trying to wake himself up from a dream and gestured for her to go, "Well go on, then, I know you'd rather be off with him frolicking through the fields of love than stuck here with me contemplating the sheer magnitude of my future."

Sam smiled at Freddie's joke, but couldn't help but consider his statement more seriously, coming to the conclusion that her nubby friend, despite his 3.8 GPA and extensive extra credit regime, was wrong. She had felt far happier and more at home with Freddie in the past hour they had spent together than with her whole week with Tony, and though she hated to admit it perhaps being with a guy just because he was available and actually interested in her wasn't enough. She deserved more than that, and so did Tony, because the truth of the matter was that their relationship was not real, and probably never had been. And that had to change.

Quickly tapping away at the keyboard, Sam sent Tony a text before shoving her phone back in her pocket and grinning at Freddie, "I'll see him later, but right now, Freddifer, we are going to talk about this. I mean, I just can't believe you were going to apply to MIT without telling us," Without telling me, she thought to herself quietly, "We tell each other everything, Freddie. We're a team."

Freddie smiled at her, mock punching her chin affectionately, "I would have told you guys, eventually, but I didn't know how to put it into words."

"You seemed pretty eloquent a couple of minutes ago," Sam pointed out, grinning.

"What can I say," Freddie sighed dramatically, "I guess you bring the psycho-babble out of me, Sam."

"Well, I do have an under-graduate degree in psycho babble," Sam joked.

"Oh yeah, didn't I read that paper you got published - 'Confusing people with words that don't exist and phrases that make no sense," by Samantha Puckett?" Freddie asked, smirking as Sam rolled her eyes and grinned back.

Rolling on the back of her heels, Sam looked around their current location, her eyes narrowing as she spotted an object in the distance that made lips upturn slightly as an idea came to her.

"So, back to the application," she looked back up at Freddie, who hung his head back and exhaled heavily, before correcting his stance and nodding slightly, "Do you think you're ready."

Freddie looked down at Sam's hands and tentatively took the large wad of white papers and the brown envelope from her palms, brushing his fingertips against hers gently as he did so. He looked through the papers quickly, before slipping them back into their brown casing and sealing the top, signalling his answer, "Let's do this."

Sam spun Freddie around, and he walked a couple of steps before pausing as he spotted the large, familiar blue mail box in front of him.

"Did you plan this?" he asked in a confused but appreciative tone.

Sam shook her head, "Nope. I guess the universe is just trying to tell you something."

Freddie nodded, holding out the envelope over the dark opening, his hands shaking slightly as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, he felt a pair of much smaller hands upon his, and a quiet voice murmur, "On three?"

He squeezed Sam's hands in agreement, and she began the countdown, "Three, two, one…" before the pair of them both let go, causing Freddie's eyes to shoot open as he watched his possible future fall into the dark pit below.

"The deed is done!" Sam clapped Freddie on the back before doing a quick happy dance that made him chuckle, "Quick, to the nearest grocery store for some cheap champagne, or Pepi Cola, whatever we can score, this calls for a celebration!" she continued her over-dramatic joyful tone, pulling Freddie by his arm in the direction of the grocery store.

"I still might not get in, you know," Freddie reminded Sam, as he was pulled into step with her.

"Well at least you have a plan, tech boy. You and Carly and going to jet off to some faraway destination to better yourselves educationally and I'm going to be stuck in Seattle forever," Sam replied in a jokey tone, though she looked down at the ground while saying it, leading Freddie to believe there was some deeper meaning and belief in what she was saying.

"Sam Puckett? Oh no, you'll make something of yourself. You're far too special to stay trapped in Seattle forever," he stated simply, pausing as he waited for Sam to look up at him so he could let her know exactly how he felt, "You are not like other girls, Sam."

"And you say that like it's a bad thing," she chuckled, looking away so she could use her long hair to hide her quickly reddening cheeks.

"No I don't. I say it like it's a wonderful thing."

Darting her eyes back in Freddie's direction in surprise as they walked along the deserted street, Sam realised just how wrong her earlier thought had been. Tony wasn't the only guy who had made her feel special; made her feel like she was actually worth something. Freddie had been making her feel special for as long as she could remember, even while he was still gaga for Carly, he had done some amazing things for her in honour of their ever growing friendship.

So what if Tony wasn't the guy for her, at least she now knew how she truly felt about him and the relationship she had rushed into without considering the many aspects of her confused being. Maybe one day she would get to be with the person she deserved and truly desired, if only she could learn to take her own advice and take a leap of faith into the unknown. Because her adventure was out their waiting for her, if only she would take the risk to get there; if she would learn to ignore her conflicted head and go with what she was feeling in her yearning heart.

A/N - There we have it, any favourite parts and / or lines? You guys know what to do to make Mama smile... I'm sorry, some parts are kind of soppy, but I was pretty emotional when I wrote this (it was right after watching the latest episode of Sherlock- worst decision ever :P) Next week - Drunk, or rather tipsy, Sam and Freddie. I know, a seriously played out storyline, but I need them to be intoxicated for my evil scheme to work!

I'm not sure how it works in America, but here in England we get our applications to university in pretty early (not that I would know yet, still got a year to go for me on that front!) so yeah, sorry if that part of this chapter was a bit inaccurate.

Thanks so much for reading, update shall arrive at your doorsteps in precisely on week's time. Love ya!

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