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 - So I hear they've started production on iCarly's sixth season - YOU GO DAN SCHNEIDER, FOUR FOR YOU DAN SCHNEIDER! This is why I don't own iCarly. Because if I did, it would have crashed and burned a long time ago when I spent the year's budget on filming 5 million fire escape scenes... :P
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Also, special thanks to irishfan62 and aerolar1 for pointing out that MIT is in fact in Massachusetts as opposed to Michigan (which is what I wrote in the last chapter!) *head desk* Sometimes I'm so British it hurts, I'll hopefully change that soon - THANKS GUYS!
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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. Freddie comforts her on the fire escape.
Amy is a transfer student who is interested in Freddie; they went to the movies a few times but only as friends because he wasn't interested.
Peter is Carly's steady boyfriend of now seven months.
Enjoy my lovelies!
And most importantly, they're there for you; when you want them but may not need them, when you need them but may not want them - and most importantly, when the two are combined.
Senior Year - December (17 years old)
"You guys having a good time?" Wendy yelled at Sam and Freddie, who were tapping their feet to the vaguely recognisable dubstep song that had been playing on repeat for the last half an hour; or so Sam assumed as they all sounded pretty much the same to her now aching ears.
"Yeah, great party Wendy," Freddie yelled back, while Sam tried her best not to roll her eyes at the nub's false compliment and finished her third can of Sparks, the cheap but strangely refreshing alcoholic beverage that Wendy had bought for the party in bulk, in one large gulp.
"Well, I've got to go make the rounds, you know, hostess duties and all," Wendy explained, "But I'll see you guys later, ok?"
Freddie waved Wendy off as she weaved in and out of the crowd on her way to the kitchen, before turning back to Sam who had somehow acquired another can of Sparks which she was happily chugging down.
"You want to take it easy on the alcohol intake there, Sam?" Freddie asked, causing Sam to lower the can and throw a sideways glance at him.
"Come on, Fredimamma, I'm just having some fun," she replied, though her speech was slightly incoherent, "And anyway, I've got a high enough tolerance to get through of couple of these low percentage drinks without causing too much damage to my body."
"OK," Freddie answered, though his voice sounded unsure as he glanced from the slowly emptying can attached to Sam's lips to her reddening face, his stomach feeling taut as he refrained from making another attempt to convince her to put the drink down. He knew that Sam could take care of herself, even in an intoxicated state, but his inner Mrs. Benson had started worrying the second she had picked up her first drink.
He shook his head, knowing he shouldn't be feeling this way when basically every party goer, bar him and a few fellow designated drivers were drinking everything in sight, as teenagers were liable to do on New Year's Eve. Even so, he couldn't help but fear for Sam's safety; it was just a part of him that he couldn't get rid of, no matter what anyone said.
Finishing her fourth can and throwing it over her shoulder, Sam turned to Freddie with a smile, only to recognise his concerned and rather bored expression instantaneously and frowning slightly. She knew what that expression meant, that he was worried about her and her less than kosher drinking habits, not to mention the fact that he was bored out of his mind as he was attending the kind of party he hated with a passion.
The pair of them had debated what to do for New Year's Eve for weeks prior to the night, a conversation topic which had initially included Carly and Gibby only for their ever sociable friends to drop out at the last minute. Carly's boyfriend of seven months, Peter, who had been invited to come along with the group, had organised a romantic dinner for two at Pinis, whereas Gibby was bringing Tasha home to formally meet his family, leaving only Sam and Freddie to fend for themselves on the night of new beginnings.
In the end, they had decided to go to Wendy's party, mainly to try and repent for the thousands of trees the girl had cut down to make into flyers advertising the event, even though neither of them were particularly keen on loud music, a room full of sweaty people and the many drunken deeds they would be subjected to over the course of the night. Sam had tried to make the best of their decision, letting the alcohol run free in an attempt to loosen up and enjoy herself a little more, but even she couldn't hide from the fact that they were both having a lousy time.
Nudging Freddie with her shoulder, she smiled and asked, "You want to get out of here?"
Freddie smirked and crossed his arms, "Sounds like you're trying to convince me to come home with you Puckett, but I don't think either of us are nearly drunk enough to do something that stupid."
Sam laughed and shoved him, causing Freddie to stumble into a group of friends who in turn shot some well practised evil glares at him before flouncing out of the room. Freddie turned back to Sam with an unimpressed look on his face, only for her to shrug and begin laughing even harder than before.
"That's what you get for suggesting Mama would do such un-lady like things, Benson," Sam managed to choke out between laughs. Freddie rolled his eyes, but walked over to stand next to her, "Ok then, Lady Samantha, what exactly did you mean by your previous statement?"
Sam became slightly more sombre and began to explain, "Well you're having an awful time here, the only thing keeping me sane is the high levels of alcohol in my blood stream and its only," Sam paused to pull out her phone and check the time, "10:30. How the fat cake are we going to last another hour and a half here, of all places?"
Freddie sighed and nodded, agreeing with her every word, "You're right, I can hardly hear myself think in here."
"So, where to Jeeves?" Sam asked, sticking her phone back in her pocket and crossing her arms expectantly.
"Bushwell Plaza? I mean, we're only on season 2 of our Big Bang Theory marathon," Freddie smiled, before standing up straight and offering Sam his arm, "Shall we, Lady Samantha?"
Sam laughed and accepted his cheesy gesture, all the while ignoring her quickening heart rate and the sweaty feeling on her palms, "We shall," she replied, before leaning in to him and whispering in his ear, "But I think I prefer Princess Puckett, Benson."
Freddie and Sam walked through the entrance of the Bushwell Plaza, trying their best to ignore Lewbert's drunken slurs about how depressing it is being a doorman on New Year's Eve as they headed towards the elevator.
"Are we really going to be watching The Big Bang Theory and eating bacon sandwiches at midnight?" Sam asked as they stepped into the elevator, leaning against the side as Freddie pushed the button for the eight floor. No mention had been made about bacon, but by this point in their friendship Freddie had assumed that every evening spent with Sam would involve some kind of connection to the much loved meat product.
"We can watch the ball drop if you'd like instead," Freddie replied, referring to the infamous Times Square event that happened yearly.
"Nah, I was never a huge fan of Dick Clark," Sam explained, "No-one can look that good at 80 and not be some sort of cyborg from the future."
Freddie chuckled, before his eyes lit up as a plan formed in his mind, "OK, let's go to the fire escape. We can watch the fireworks and then go back inside to Leonard, Sheldon and the gang, simple as that."
Sam smiled at this suggestion, wondering why the appeal of the fire escape seemed especially fitting for tonight, while simultaneously ignoring the completely obvious answer that was already firmly planted in her mind. "Sounds like a plan, Fredman." And a mighty good one at that.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR, SEATTLE," Sam screamed as she leaned over the railings of the fire escape, before laughing to herself loudly, "I WISH YOU A YEAR FILLED WITH LOVE AND FAT CAKES!"
"Looks like those four cans of Sparks finally took their toll," Freddie chuckled he pulled her away from the edge and sat her down in the deck chair beside him. He had added this new addition, as well as a small table between the two chairs, to the fire escape a while ago, after Sam had started joining him in his secluded spot more and more often. This in itself was pretty surprising, especially when they had been younger and the only time they spent alone was when Carly left whatever room the three of them were residing in, but what had amazed Freddie the most had been that he had accepted her presence without a word. The fire escape became his and Sam's after they shared their first kiss here a few years ago, an event he wouldn't want to change for the world.
Sam grabbed two blankets from the floor and threw one at Freddie, which he caught and whipped around his shoulders, before wrapping herself in the other and sighing. Suddenly, she jumped; as if remembering a long lost thought, and reached down to pull up her bag from the ground.
"Look what I snagged from Wendy's party," she grinned as she pulled out three more cans of Sparks.
"Come on Sam, you know I don't drink," Freddie raised an eyebrow at her as she shook the can in front of his face gently.
"OK," Sam accepted, causing Freddie to narrow his eyes at her as she wasn't usually one to accept defeat so easily, "I'm not going to force you Benson, because I don't want to be that friend who makes you succumb to peer pressure, but you really need to start living a little. I mean, if not now then when, am I right?"
Freddie looked at Sam, who had now put down the can and was staring up at the sky pensively, the moonlight reflecting off of her golden curls and making her eyes shine even brighter than usual. It was true that Freddie was pretty closed off to new experiences, he himself acknowledged that, but hearing it come from someone else, from Sam in particular, made him start thinking. Was he really that close minded, not open enough to try even a trivial thing like a can of alcohol with a friend? He knew it was illegal and wrong in many other ways, but perhaps that was what being a teenager was all about; trying new things, getting into trouble and learning from his mistakes. With Sam on his side he had already managed to receive a month long detention sentence, 'borrow' a shopping cart for an afternoon and commit various other offences, what harm could the experience of one can of Sparks do to him that those many years with Sam had failed to achieve?
"One drink?" Freddie asked cautiously, causing Sam to look up at him surprise.
"Benson, I was just fooling around, I didn't mean to-"
"No, Sam it's OK. If not now then when, right? I mean, I should probably at least try to find an alcoholic drink I like before college, and if that drink happens to be Sparks then so be it." Freddie explained, more in an attempt to reason with himself than Sam.
"Plus," Sam added, a small smile growing on her face, "You drinking would probably be your mum's worst nightmare."
"Oh no," Freddie corrected her, "My mum finding out I was drinking with you would be her worst nightmare," causing more loud laughter to erupt from Sam.
"One drink," Freddie repeated, as he reached over Sam and grabbed the can from her bag.
"One drink, for New Year's Eve's sake, and then you can hang up your alcoholic tendencies for the foreseeable future." Sam agreed, looking at Freddie's conflicted face with a worried expression on her face. She hadn't meant to do this to him, bring more inconsistencies into his life, but sometimes she couldn't control what came out of her mouth once there was Sparks involved.
Freddie relaxed slightly, opening the metal clip quietly, and as he took his first sip of the cool liquid Sam began cheering loudly and patted him on the back.
"How'd you feel, Benson?" she asked in her best commentator voice.
"Not that different, compared to before," Freddie admitted, though the wrenching feeling of worry in his gut had subsided considerably.
"As it should be," Sam established, "Alcohol can only become a large part in your life if you allow it to do so. I mean, for parties and special occasions its great, but I'd hate to be the sort of person who relied on the stuff, you know?"
Freddie nodded, as he began to gulp down the rest of the can thoughtfully. After a few minutes, he began to feel slightly differently about the liquid he had just introduced into his body, as his head began to spin slightly and he looked back at Sam and grinned. Even though Freddie had only downed one can of the stuff, which he had to admit was pretty good, his low tolerance to alcohol made him feel about as drunk as the blonde headed demon, who had already been through four cans that night.
"New Year's resolutions," Freddie stated suddenly and quite loudly, startling Sam as she looked over at him once again, "We need to come up with New Year's resolutions. You kick us off, Puckett."
"Well, don't date any more douchebags is pretty high on the list," Sam began, looking down and her hands and laughing slightly to herself despite the small ache she still felt when she thought about Tony.
"I thought you'd gotten over him," Freddie replied in a soft tone.
"Oh I have, believe me I have, but it still hurts sometimes," Sam admitted, looking back at Freddie nervously.
"It's allowed to hurt," Freddie smiled, refraining from the urge to reach over and embrace her comfortingly.
Sam smiled back, glad that she had chosen to open up about her feelings to Freddie two months ago when she had discovered Tony's true intentions towards her, or rather, towards Carly. She knew Tony hadn't been the one, even before she exposed his true colours, and that she deserved better, but the pain of never being someone's first choice hurt. Saying this, however, whilst looking over at Freddie made her realise how many times she had been the first person he had called after receiving big news, or the first person he went to see after going away on a long trip. It made her think how much of his unwavering friendship she took for granted, and just how much time they spent together. After all, she was his number one choice for New Year's Eve, when he could have easily spent it with his train or AV club, or even with his mother at his cousin's house. But no, he had chosen to spend it with her, an action that meant a great to Sam now that she had had time to reflect on this surprising turn of events.
"Well I haven't been doing that well in the dating department either," Freddie joked, leaning back into his deck chair as he attempted to shift the subject to a place where Sam could poke fun at him as opposed to looking sadly at her shoes.
"What happened to Pippi Longstocking?" Sam asked, as she failed to hold herself back from making a more than slightly sarcastic comment about the pretty redhead who had been hanging around Freddie for the past few months.
Freddie smirked at Sam's comment, but pondered her question about Amy for quite some time, the girl who had a pretty smile but no sparkle in her eyes. "She was nice, but," Freddie began, only to find himself staring into a pair of hopelessly familiar cerulean eyes which shot through him like a bolt of lightning. "She wasn't you," he thought to himself, only to shake his head and break the connection as quickly as it had begun. Why tonight, of all nights, was he thinking things like that; he just wanted to yell SHUT UP at his brain as loudly as he could in hopes that it would prevent any further similar thoughts from emerging. It was the alcohol talking, it had to be, he was just new to the drink and had to get used to it without comparing a possible love interest with his best friend. Damn Sparks.
"How about you," Sam asked, bringing Freddie out of his swirling thoughts, "What's your resolution?"
"Live my life." Freddie stated, before his crooked smile lit up his face once again, "I mean, I've already started with that drink,"
"Oh please, you don't need a can of Sparks finest to live your life," Sam scoffed, swooping her legs around off of the deck chair so she was facing Freddie head on, "You're going to live your life to the fullest, I mean next year you'll be off at MIT."
"If I get in," Freddie interrupted her, though he was smiling.
"When you get in," Sam corrected seriously, "I have complete faith in you, young grasshopper, and this time next year you'll be off at some fancy pants smart people New Year's Eve party discussing Keats and the economic decline while I watch the ball drop with Frothy."
Freddie listened to Sam list off the many things she was sure he would achieve in his life, some of which included cure cancer and bring about world peace (the Sparks was not helping her in the exaggeration department) when he realised that spouting of words from a dead poet and eating tiny hors d'oeuvre's wasn't what he wanted for next year. What he wanted was in actual fact the exact opposite.
"Let's start a tradition," Freddie said, cutting off Sam's motivational speech about him becoming the leader of the free world before he turned nineteen as he grabbed her hands and looked at her, "right now. Every year, we come to this fire escape and spend New Year's Eve together, all of us, Carly, Gibby, hell even Spencer, our very own reunion. I know we'll see each other more often that that, but I want to start each year with a bang, and I can think of no better way of doing that than being with the people I love."
Before Sam could question Freddie's most recent declaration of love for her, platonic friendship love thought it was, and register his large hands over her own, Freddie's Pear phone alarm went off, signalling the start of the one minute countdown to midnight.
"Look, fireworks," Sam exclaimed, dragging Freddie to the railings as the bright colours burst against the midnight sky as if attempting to outshine the moon itself, whose glowing face was smiling down at the pair below.
"I guess some people just couldn't wait for the New Year to begin," Freddie mused, grinning down at Sam whose eyes were dazzling brightly at the sight of the sky filling with colours like paint onto a clear canvas.
"New beginnings are a hard thing to come by," Sam replied quietly, looking briefly up at Freddie before staring back at the sky, "I guess for some people it's hard not want a head start when they're so very close."
"To new beginnings, then," Freddie said, as his phone began counting down from out loud, in Dick Clark's voice no less.
"To new beginnings," Sam agreed, staring back up into Freddie's eyes. This situation was what she had been both anticipating and dreading for the past two hours, knowing that she would be in such close proximity to Freddie with high levels of alcohol rushing through her blood stream and with thoughts of New Year's traditions running through her mind. She just hoped to God she didn't do anything stupid while intoxicated, anything to ruin the friendship she couldn't live without.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1," Dick Clark's voice read out, before loud cheers erupted from Freddie's phone and pre-recorded screams of 'Happy New Year!' buzzed from the speakers.
Freddie looked down at Sam and smiled, his eyes darting from her glowing gaze to her chapped lips, and before he could over think his next move he raised his hand to nudge her chin upwards and leant in to press his lips against her own.
The kiss was very brief, only lasting a few seconds, but it still filled Sam with warmth which spread through her body like a wild fire took her breath away, leaving her longing for more as they broke apart.
"I'm sorry, you know the alcohol..." Freddie murmured, still staring into Sam's eyes before blinking rapidly and shaking his head as the reality of what he had just done crashed over him.
"It can make a person pretty crazy," Sam agreed, seeing the stunned look on Freddie's face as he tried to form words to explain his sudden attachment to her lips. The dazed look in his eyes and the fact that he had experienced his first alcoholic beverage that very night only cemented Sam's belief that Freddie had not meant to kiss her, he had merely been caught up in the moment and didn't know what he was thinking. But instead of giving him hell for it, as she would have done in the past, all she wanted to do was get past their minor discrepancy before things took a turn for the even more awkward. "Don't worry about it Benson, really. It's cool."
Freddie exhaled a long breath of relief as Sam accepted his apology without batting an eyelid, she obviously understood that the kiss had been accidental, a New Year's mishap that had accidentally occurred despite his attempts to hold back the variety of urges he felt around Sam. All that Freddie had to do was convince her that the alcohol played a larger part in their midnight locking of lips than it actually had; he was still sifting through the many emotions he had been experiencing about a certain blonde headed demon and wasn't about to let a drunken escapade ruin their carefully balanced friendship.
Looking up to see the last few fireworks fly across the sky and burst in a haze of colour, Freddie nudged Sam with his elbow and spoke into the night surrounding them.
"Happy New Year, Sam."
She smiled, relieved that her influence on Freddie's alcohol levels hadn't affected what they had, "Happy New Year, Freddie."
After a few seconds of watching the darkening sky before them, Sam asked "OK, so we've done the whole New Year's Eve thing, now can we go watch Sheldon Cooper writhe around in a ball pit?" in an attempt to back track to their usual witty dynamic.
Freddie grinned at her, spinning her around so they could both head for the window and exit the fire escape, which had now held the memory of yet another inadvertent kiss, "I think you just read my mind, Puckett."
"Open the door quietly; nub," Sam whispered, though she was giggling through the hand she had clamped over her mouth as she leant against the large wooden door frame, "You're going to wake up the whole building!"
The pair had managed to reach Freddie's apartment reasonably unscathed, although sharing another can of Sparks had admittedly been a bad idea as every other word that came out of Sam's mouth lead to loud and uncontrollable laughter from Freddie's, whose brain was only now registering the full effects of the alcohol he had consumed.
Freddie nodded at Sam, trying to keep his laughter at a minimal volume, but was caught out by the small, inadvertently sexy smile that was growing on her face by the second. Being completely distracted by the quirk of her lips, Freddie managed to twist the key in the door and open it without warning Sam, who in turn fell backwards and ended up as a laughing heap on the floor.
"The floor hit me," Sam said in a confused voice as her brain tried to comprehend why she was now three inches from the wooden boards that were usually beneath her feet, "bad floor. You're going to pay for that later, mister."
Freddie laughed and helped her up, switching on the light with one hand and propping her against his body as they made her way across the room, "How about you stop talking to the floor and go visit Mr. Couch instead, hmm?"
"Can I see Mrs. Chest of Drawers, so I can change out of these ridiculous clothes," Sam asked, gesturing to her skinny jeans and fitted top, "I mean these are not suitable TV watching clothes, Fredward. I can't let Mr. Couch see me like this!"
Freddie smiled, and led her to his room so she could grab a pair of his sweat pants and a T-shirt to wear while they continued their highly anticipated television marathon. As Sam mulled over what clothes to steal, Freddie went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and splash some water over his face, hoping this would wake him out of whatever daze had brought about the almost end of his friendship with Sam on the fire escape when his lips had attacked hers with absolutely no warning.
"So do you want to skip straight to season four so we can finish them all by morning, or do you-" Freddie began as he walked back into his bedroom, expecting to find a highly intoxicated Sheldon Cooper quoting Sam only to instead discover her underneath his Galaxy Wars bed sheets fast asleep. He smiled, and walked over to her, looking over at her sleeping form as he brushed some hair away her face before turning to leave.
"Where you going Benson," a voice called out sleepily, and Freddie turned back to find Sa, sitting up slightly and rubbing her eyes in an attempt to wake herself up.
"Mr. Couch is calling to me," Freddie replied jokingly, "he misses our long night conversations, so I thought I'd crash with him tonight."
"Oh," was Sam's response, her brain processing this piece of information carefully before she tentatively carried on, "You know you can stay here, if you want." Freddie raised his eyebrows slightly, causing Sam to blush slightly as she babbled the next part quickly, "I mean, we're basically adults now and friends can share a bed without it being weird, right? Plus you are at least twice the size of that god forsaken couch; you'll probably just squash the thing to death." Sam looked up at Freddie, dreading his reaction whether it be an acceptance or a denial, as she was prepared for neither. She didn't know why she let herself ask such a think, a question that crossed so many of the boundaries she had set in place herself so she wouldn't get hurt, but in a strange way she was glad she did, though that may have been the alcohol talking.
Freddie didn't know what it was that made him do it, whether it be the two cans of Sparks still swimming around in his system or the sight of Sam lying in his bed, her hair tousled in a way that framed her face perfectly and wearing his favourite hoodie, that made him make his way over to her and lie down with her beneath the covers, their arms only just touching.
"Thanks Sam," Freddie whispered to the girl lying beside him, "You have no idea how uncomfortable that couch is."
"If it's anything like Carly's then I think I have a pretty good idea," Sam replied, causing a small laugh to bubble out of Freddie.
"Goodnight, Princess Puckett."
"Goodnight, Fredward Benson."
Sam woke up early the next morning; feeling disorientated as she tried to establish her surroundings as the events of last night slowly came back into focus. The pair's sleeping positions had changed greatly over the course of the night, as Sam found her head was now resting gently on Freddie's chest and that he has his arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace. Not wanting to move away just yet, as getting up would mean having to return from the real world; Sam chose to listen to Freddie's heartbeat instead, its steady and soothing beat relaxing her as she settled into his embrace. After a few minutes, Sam remembered herself and thought about Freddie's reaction if he woke to find her snuggling into his chest, and decided to slowly inching her way out of his hold and swing her legs round off of the bed. She looked down at his sleeping face, so peaceful and blessedly innocent about the world around him and smiled. Glancing at the clock on Freddie's bedside table she saw that it was almost 8; Crazy would be home soon and Sam realised she should probably leave before Freddie's mum got home to see a scantily dressed Sam leaving her Freddie bear's room. Standing up from the bed as quietly as possible, Sam tiptoed over to her clothes from the night before and quickly changed, taking the hoodie she had borrowed up in her arms and smelling it one last time, allowing the sweet scent of cinnamon to entrap her as she grabbed her shoes from the floor and crept towards the door. She paused, as a thought ran through her mind, and walked back over to Freddie's desk to write him a quick note, before running over to the bed and slipping it onto the pillow where she had slept. She looked down at the sleeping nub below her, and brushed the hair out of his eyes, before tweaking his nose gently and turning around to leave for good.
Freddie woke up about an hour later, as he turned over and laid his arm across an empty space where Sam should have been. Opening his eyes slightly to see make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, Freddie found that Sam had indeed gone, leading him to sit up and rub the sleep out of his eyes whilst yawning and stretching simultaneously. Looking over at the Sam shaped hole next to him, Freddie felt an odd longing sensation he hadn't expected, as well as a dull headache that he assumed would only get worse as the day went on. She probably didn't want to stay, Freddie thought to himself as he tried to decipher why she had left without saying goodbye, her decision last night must have been a drunken one and now she was regretting inviting him to share a bed with her.
Leaning over the check the time, Freddie's felt something crinkle beneath his hands, and pulled out a piece of paper which had been placed on top of the pillow and had something scrawled across it. "Thanks for the company last night, Fredweird," he read, a smile lighting up his face as he recognised the handwriting almost immediately, "And for the large hunk of ham I'm about to steal from your fridge. Oh, and the large amount of pain relieving drugs which I am sure will be in your mum's oversized first aid kit. For everything." Then, to end with a flourish, the writer of the note had scribbled 'Princess Puckett' at the bottom of the sheet and drawn a quick picture of her and the ham skipping off into the sunset.
Freddie grinned, and leant back to his side of the bed to re-read what Sam had written to him multiple times over before sticking the note into a photo frame he had beside him of the two of them pulling a face at the camera. Stroking his finger across the embodiment of Sam's face, Freddie mused over the past twelve hours the two of them had shared together, because even though it may not have started off with a bang he was pretty sure it was one he would be able to recall for a long time to come. Sure, he had the future to think about, MIT and a life separate from those he loved, but for the time being he was just glad he had been given the chance to share one more night with Sam, happy for what she brought into his life and for what they shared in the most confusing, spontaneous, completely rewarding friendship he had ever been proud to be a part of. For everything.
A/N - Thoughts? Favourite Lines? Let me know by clicking the doobily doo! For a "Sam" chapter this was pretty Freddie based, but oh well, I guess he's just easier to write.
By the way, I am in no way endorsing or encouraging anyone to drink alcohol, as a minor myself who barely leaves the house I am not one to persuade you to do anything like that, but I just thought Sam and Freddie needed to lose their inhibitions slightly in this chapter, hence the introduction to alcohol. JUST SAY NO, KIDS. That is all from Mim's after school special for today… :P On a related note, does anyone know what Sparks is? I basically Googled 'canned alcohol,' and that was the first result that came up, so yeah.
Thanks so much for reading, next week will be the Epilogue and thus the end of this fic - I am both extremely excited to write the finale and really sad that its ending! See you guys in a weeks time, love you forever!
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~ Mim