God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
For when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
(Dave Barnes – God Gave Me You)
The Epilogue
Sam flopped down on her king size bed, pressing a pillow against her face. If she had to do any more of those corporative partys, she would freak out. The smell of whisky and cigarettes made her throw up three times. The food was tolerable, but the portions were too small to feed her and the baby tap dancing on her bladder. She had to go to the bathroom at least seven times during the night. She was tired, couldn't drink champagne, her humongous feet ached and she was hungry out of her mind. It was a sacrifice she had to make, being the wife of the CEO and all.
She turned around, removing the pillow from her face and putting it beneath her gigantic belly, trying to set a comfortable position for herself. If she had to sit and listen to those stuck up middle aged men, and their sissy wives, talk any more about golfing and housing, she was going to snap. Luck enough, she had Carly to keep her company while Freddie and Brad strolled around making conversation with the rest of their nerdy kind.
But having Carly, looking stunning on a red dress and high heels by her side, while she wore ballerina flats and a planet for a suit, did not boost her ego. It was stupid to feel that way, she knew, and as Freddie said many times, she wasn't fat, just pregnant. It was impossible to feel pretty for Sam, now on her last month. She was about to pop, and that was the only thing bringing her joy these days. She felt incredibly gross, and hated the way she couldn't look at her feet, it was annoying.
Not finding that position comfortable enough, Sam turned around to lie on her back, pressing the pillow back against her face. Thank God Freddie was such a careful dork and a freak like his mother, or else instead of taking the elevator he set up on their house, she would have to climb a bunch of stairs, and she wasn't in the mood for it. Speaking of which, where was that dork anyway? When they arrived from his incredibly boring party, he told her to go up to their room and said he had something to do. At the time, she didn't think about it, nor asked what, because she was just really tired. Now, lying alone on their bed, she kinda misses his warmth, and the way he assures her every time, she looks beautiful even though she had a huge ball glued to her stomach.
If he was working, on his techy stuff, down at the basement, this would be his last day on earth, because she would surely kill him after a slow session of torture. Not that she had the strength to get up and look for him, but she could always call him. Freddie had his phone with him all the time, and she was very glad for that. Sam reached for the phone on her nightstand, since she had no idea where her phone must've been. As soon as her hand wrapped around the phone, she felt a thump inside of her. Even though she feels worn out and sore, bored and tired of being pregnant, every time she felt her baby moving her heart was filled with love. So much love it ached.
Sam liked to feel him moving, otherwise, she couldn't tell if he was alive. Whenever he stayed quiet for more than an hour, she started to freak out and call the doctor. Thank God, Marissa would always pick up his phone. She wasn't a "baby doctor", as she liked to call, but hearing a professional reassure her that the baby was fine was good enough. She trusted her enough to believe it.
She put a hand over her stomach, feeling her son playing football in her womb. He was a very active baby, and some nights she cursed him for it, some night when she couldn't sleep, she would hiss for him to be quiet, but he was stubborn. Only the warmth of his father's hand and the smoothness of his voice seemed to calm him down, just like it did to her. Her mind went back to Freddie, and where he was. She began to dial his number, when the door to their bedroom swung open.
And there he was, carrying a tray with a big sub and juice. He smiled, and placed the tray on the floor to help her sit up, since she was too big to do it alone. He pressed his lips sweetly against her forehead and placed the tray on her lap. The thing she hated the most about being pregnant was the cravings. She had the weirdest cravings, like fruits, salad and vegetables in general. Once Freddie told her that maybe their baby was going to be a vegetarian, and she cried the whole night.
"I knew you were hungry, so I made you a little something to eat." He kissed her hand briefly, before releasing it so she could enjoy her food. "I'm sorry darling, about dragging you to that party, and trust me; I don't like it more than you do."
"I know." She caressed his face, grabbed his hand to place a quick kiss on his knuckles. "I wanted to go, I don't trust you alone in that office, surrounded by those middle aged bitches who always try to whisper in your ear when they're too drunk."
Freddie chuckled, and leaned forward to kiss her in the lips.
"You know I only have eyes for you, right?"
"Even though I'm super fat?"
"Even more now that you're carrying our precious baby boy inside of you, Sam. I told you, you're not super fat, you're pregnant."
"Still, fat." She said and took the first bite from her tuna fish sandwich.
"It'll all be worth it once he's here." He caressed her leg, then moved down to remove her shoes. "I loved you in these shoes today. Makes you look like a little doll."
"Yeah, a fat doll." She sighed when he started to rub her feet.
"A pretty doll." He kissed her toe. "And I don't care what you say, I still think you look incredibly pretty."
"Of course you do. I'm carrying your spawn; you should feel really proud of yourself right now." She said, before taking a sip of her orange juice.
He laughed, and continued to massage her feet.
"It's not only that, but whatever floats your boat is good for me, baby."
They've been married for three years, and after the first two months, Freddie knew better than to argue. He learned to choose his battles. Not that she could be really angry at him, or him at her, but he was knew it was wise separating the fights worth having, from the pointless ones. He's been trying to convince her for months, she's not ugly and gross, and even though sometimes she would let herself believe it, other times she would just insist he was lying to make her feel better. He knew better now, than to argue her on that matter. Note to self: Never enrage Sam Benson when she's eating, or when she's pregnant.
Despite her daily complains about her looks, Freddie knew Sam loved to be pregnant. For one, she loved the way he babied her and gave into her every wish. And he knew she loved the little person inside of her already. Sometimes, Sam would just sit down on their porch and rub her stomach, sometimes she would read for the baby outside in the garden, and he even caught her talking to him every now and then. Despite all of the problems, he knew she was happy.
They were happy, with everything life has provided them. After he left the hospital, nearly eight years ago, life took its natural course. Within a few weeks, Freddie got rid of the crutches and was free to walk around without any kind of help. He was completely healed, except from a few scars left from the accident, he was just fine. That didn't seem to mean anything to Sam and Marissa. Freddie never thought he would see the day those two were going up against him, but it happened and they seemed to agree in everything. First, they had forbidden him to drive for six entire months. Took a lot of convincing for them to let him leave the house by alone or use the stairs by himself.
Of course, the obsession with his safety died down slowly, day by day. And if it didn't, he would've actually snapped. Freddie took his time to tutor Sam, and she actually let him. She was a good student, improving her grades and impressing the teachers. By the time they graduated, she was second place, losing only to the valedictorian. Him. Her efforts paid off, when she was accepted in Boston University, only a few minutes from M.I.T., where he went. They moved in together and started a life, as it should be.
He got his first internship at Pear Industries, and got promoted after a three weeks. Sam, on the other hand, graduated and started to work on a small bistro near his office. She was a great cooker, and got promoted to prep chef within a year. Too bad for her, the owner decided to sell the place and close the restaurant. By the time she thought she was going to be unemployed, Freddie was already head of software creation on Pear co. and he was a man with an idea. Freddie used his yearly bonus to buy the place for her.
"Come on Freddie, where are we going?" Sam whined, hands hanging in the air, trying to touch what her eyes couldn't see. "I thought you said we had a reservation."
"And we do, in the best restaurant in Seattle." He assured her, before removing the blindfold. "And here we are."
"Freddie…?"
Sam analyzed the walls of the place she knew so well. The restaurant she worked, the place she loved, the one that was about to close.
"Why are we here?"
"It's for you."
"What's for me?"
"This." He pointed to everything around them. "It's yours."
"You bought the restaurant for me?" She asked, stunned.
"Yes. It's a wedding gift." He smiled, widely.
"A… what?"
Freddie handed her the keys, along with a huge diamond ring hanging by a purple bow. Sam admired the ring for a few seconds, it was beautiful. It was white gold, maybe 18k gold or so, the little stones covered the side view of the center stone, the diamond was perfect cut and clear, Sam didn't know a thing about jewelry, but she guessed it was at least one carat, maybe more. It was most of all, beautiful. She inclined the ring to the side, and she could see the engravings inside, "Forever & Always."
"Freddie…?" She whispered.
"I know, it's a little sacrifice to be made, but maybe I can make it all worthy of your time." He smirked.
"So, basically you're saying that to own this place I have to marry you?"
"Yes, indeed you do. So if you want this," he said, getting closer, putting his hands on her waist "you'll have to marry me, no doubt."
She pretended to think for a while, then proceeded to wrap her arms around his neck to bring him closer.
"I really love this place."
"I know." He wrapped his arms completely around her.
"And if marrying you it's what I have to do to keep it…" she bit her lip. "I guess I'll make this terrible, terrible sacrifice."
"That's my girl." He smiled and kissed her passionately.
"I love you, so much." She whispered when they pulled back.
"I love you too Princess Puckett… or should I say… Princess Benson."
"Uh, I guess I'll definitely will be Princess Benson now, huh?" She smiled, running her hands up and down his arms.
"You can be anything you want, Sam. You can be Princess, duchess, baroness… but in the end, you'll always be the queen of my castle."
"For me to be the queen of your castle, you had to be a king. Which, you're not…" She joked. "You're more like a pauper."
"Even better, now I get to have my own fairytale, where a beautiful princess comes and saves me. We can be like… Rapunzel and Flynn Rider."
"Oh my God, Freddie!" She laughed. "You're such a girl."
"Yet, you're marrying me. Does that makes you a lesbian, or what?" She smacked the side of his head.
"And it's Eugene, by the way." She corrected him.
"Of course it is blondie. Of course it is." He pressed his lips against hers, then rested his forehead against hers. "Marry me Sam Puckett?"
"Yes, Freddie Benson. I'll marry you."
Three months later they were Mr. and Mrs. Benson. Sam didn't want a big wedding, but Carly made sure she got one. In the end, she ended up choosing a Vera Wang dress, and marrying in a beautiful garden, Sunday afternoon. It wasn't so bad after all, it was better than what she had in mind. Eloping in Vegas and save the money to gamble around the casino the next day.
The first two months of marriage they lived in the same old condo, they were used to it, anyway. But Sam started to feel the need for something more, something bigger. A house, for instance, with a backyard for their kids to play around. She didn't have the guts to express that feeling, without confessing she wanted to have kids, and soon. Just like he had read her mind, or heard her mumbling in her sleep, Freddie went out to look for houses. He wanted to surprise her, but wasn't sure if he should buy the house alone, because, well, Sam always had a say so in everything. One afternoon, he took her out to look at houses, in this great neighborhood ten minutes from his office.
"So? What do you think?" He asked.
"Are you going to buy a house, Fredwardo?"
"Well, I was thinking about it. But I need a woman's perspective, since I know nothing about decoration…" He shrugged.
"Who says I know anything about decoration?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Are you calling me a girly girl?"
"No, never. I wouldn't dare." He smiled. "Still, I thought you would do better than me."
"I'm always doing better than you." She smirked and started to walk around the house.
"Sure, Princess, I'm sure of that." He followed her around while she analyzed the place carefully.
"I like it. But I think we should look around a little more, you know, just to make sure we're buying the right one." She commented, after half an hour looking at every bedroom and every room. Freddie knew he was in for a long ride.
"Okay, I guess that's a wise idea."
"Can I choose any house I want? Like, any house?" She gave him the puppy dog look, he happened to love so much.
"Of course Sam, you can have what you want. Whatever you want… and what I can afford."
"Oh, you're the best!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long, happy kiss.
"Hey, carefully lady, I'm married!" He chuckled, when she slapped him on the shoulder.
"Let's go, before your wife finds us." She said. "How is she?"
"Oh, she's great. A little devious, but hey, what's the fun in being all good, huh?" He wrapped one arm around her shoulders.
"No fun." Sam rose to her feet and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For guessing I wanted a house."
"You wanted a house?" Freddie faked shock.
"Oh come on," she shoved him playfully "you know I did. You had to know, or else you wouldn't bring me here today."
"Yeah…" He sighed. "You talk in your sleep. A lot."
"You watch me sleep? Wow, what a creeper!"
"Yeah, well. I regret nothing. Besides, you're mine to look at." He pressed his lips briefly against the side of her head.
"So, you think you own me?"
"I know I do, just like you own me."
"Yeah… I guess I can live with that." She shrugged.
"Good, because I can too." He opened the car door for her.
"You better." She fake-glared at him, before entering the car, but her smile gave her away.
Took them five months to find the perfect house, but they made sure it was perfect. Despite not being the housewife decorator kind of person, Sam did one hell of a good job decorating the new digs. Freddie's favorite place wasn't the basement, like Sam thought, he loved the master bedroom. Not for all the obvious reasons anyone might think, well… that too, but he loved it because it was the place where they would lie together and talk about the past, the future, and how much they loved each other. His favorite spot was the window in the ceiling, controlled by a remote, like the rest of the house. Some nights, Sam and Freddie would open the metal shades, lie on their bed and look to the starry sky, or watch the droplets of rain pouring down and crashing against the glass.
It was their peaceful moment, there was no need to talk, they just enjoyed what life gave to them. Freddie thought about himself as a very lucky person, he truly believed he was in fact fortunate for all he had. As if a second chance in life wasn't good enough, God gave him everything he always dreamed and more. Now, looking at his beautiful wife, admiring her swollen belly, aware that his son was inside of her, he felt maybe he got a little more he deserved. Freddie always felt the need to balance things with the universe. He always did what he could to help those in need, those who unlike him didn't get everything they always dreamed of. This was his way of paying back for everything he earned.
Freddie placed his hand over Sam's belly, caressing it lovingly, feeling the soft thump of his son's little foot, or hand.
"I can't wait to see him." He whispered.
"Me too, I can't wait for him to pop out so I can lie on my stomach, eat hot dogs and hump your brains out." He had to laugh.
"Yeah baby, soon as he gets here, I'll buy you a huge hot dog." Freddie bent and kissed her stomach. "I'll buy all the hot dogs you want."
"I'll want many. You better prepare your wallet." She said, mouthful.
"I will make sure I'll have money enough for that." He wiped a few crumbs off her belly.
"Ouch…" She gasped.
"What?" Freddie sat upright, startled. "What's wrong?"
"I felt… A sting…" Freddie removed the tray from her lap and placed it on the floor.
She looked down and acknowledged the liquid soaking her dress and bedsheets.
"I know I didn't just pee…"
"Tell what you need me to do. What do you need me to do?"
"Uh… I don't know… uh… I guess we have to count between contra-AAAH!" Sam screamed, and held onto her belly in pain. "Oh God… son of a…"
"Alright, okay… alright… I'm calling my mother." He rose to his feet and grabbed the telephone. "She'll know what to do, I'll tell her to meet us in the hospital… I have to call Brad and Carly too… Gibby, Spencer, Wendy… God, everyone."
"Make sure to call my mother and Melanie too." Sam said, breathing heavy, just waiting for the next contraction.
"Okay… alright… where are the baby things? Where are your things?" He asked, phone pressed between his shoulder and ear.
"There… closet… second door." She put one hand on her back, other over her belly and bit down hard on her lip.
"Alright, honey. Here are the things…" Freddie put the bags over their bed. "Mom? It's me, listen… Sam is in labor… yes, now! We're going to the hospital… yes. Meet you there. Bye." He tossed the phone on the arm chair and helped Sam get on her feet.
"Come on, baby…" he wrapped his arm around her waist, and she put her arm around his neck. Freddie grabbed the bags and pressed the elevator button. "We're almost there, sweetie. Hang in there alright, darling?"
"Freddie…" she panted. "If you say, honey, sweetie or darling one more time, I'll break your neck!"
"Right, sorry… right, baby." He helped her into the elevator. "Baby doesn't bother you, right?"
"No… I guess not… oh God… he's coming." She smiled.
"He is… he is coming, right now… this night… I'll be a father tomorrow…" Now was his time to breath heavy.
"You're going to be a great father, Freddie. You were born for fatherhood." Sam kissed his cheek.
"If you say so, I'll believe."
Freddie drove them to the hospital, carefully but not too slow. Sometimes, he still had flashbacks from his accident eight years ago. He knew this wasn't something he could just get rid of, and maybe it would stay with him forever. He almost lost his life that night, this isn't the sort of thing you simply forget. But now wasn't the time to think about the past, or death, it was time to think about life, new life that was coming and future. Their future.
He helped her get into the hospital gown, and lay back on the bed. In matter of minutes, Marissa and Spencer arrived, followed by Carly and Brad.
"How are you feeling?" Carly asked, rubbing her stomach.
"Tired, excited, happy. It hurts like hell, Carls, but he's going to be here soon."
"Yes, he is. I'm dying to see my little nephew." She kissed Sam's forehead.
"Uh…" Sam sighed in pain.
"You need to hold my hand, baby?" Freddie asked, interlacing his fingers with hers.
"Thanks… that'll help." She squeezed his hand, hard, and Freddie knew this was just the start.
"How are we doing tonight?" Dr. Zane, entered the room.
"Painful. Please tell me you're here so we can pop this kid out?" Sam begged.
"Let's see how you're doing."
"Okay… everybody out now." Sam said. "I don't want anyone besides Freddie seeing the doctor poke on my vagijay."
"Alright," Brad chuckled. "If you need us, we'll be right outside." He squeezed Freddie's shoulder.
"Okay, man. Thanks."
Sam held on tight to Freddie's hand, while the doctor checked her dilatation. Even after many appointments with the same doctor, she wasn't all comfortable having someone, besides Freddie, looking down at her business. The doctor took off her gloves and threw it on the trash.
"Four centimeters."
"Am I ready to push?"
"No, Sam, I'm afraid we'll have to wait a little more." She said.
"Oh, no… no, no, no! Why can't I just push?" she whined.
"Come on, Sam. Just a little more, okay baby? Please?" Freddie kissed her knuckles.
"Haven't you done enough?" she grumbled, turning to her side.
"Good luck." Dr. Zane mouthed to Freddie, he just nodded.
After a long night of painful contractions, screams and broken fingers, Sam finally accepted the morphine and fell asleep. Freddie curled by her side, stroking her hair and rubbing her stomach occasionally. He kissed the side of her face many times, softly and quietly, trying not to wake her. As she lay there, asleep for the moment, he admired his little family. Who would've known they would get here someday? Who knew Freddie Benson would be his happiest when he was with Sam Puckett? After all said and done, all mistakes made, and the road they walked together, they remained strong, firm like rock solid.
They were their best when they were together; the connection between them was powerful and unbreakable. Freddie was sure his biggest mistake in life was ever breaking up with her, but was part of the past, it wouldn't happen again. Sam stirred in her sleep and grabbed his hand.
"I'm so tired. Tell me a story." She asked, sleepy.
"Well… you know that night when I woke up?"
She opened her eyes slowly, then turned her face to him.
"Yeah?"
Many moons ago, Freddie decided not to tell Sam his little encounter with his father. He wanted to keep it to himself, but he never realized there was no himself, they were one, his secrets were her secrets, and vice and versa.
"I saw my dad."
"What?"
"I woke up alone in the room, after disappearing from your house. My father was there, he talked to me about a few stuff."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I wanted it to be my little secret, and I didn't want you to freak out."
"After everything I saw, you still think that would freak me out?"
"No… well, at the time I wanted to keep it to myself. Like my little secret, but I failed to realize my secrets are your secrets. So I'm telling you now."
"And why are you telling me this now, exactly?"
"Well… I was just thinking about it, I guess. He wasn't the way I imagined, but he was much better. From what I remember, the few details I remember when I was a kid, he was a great person. And a great father. I wish I could compare, you know. I'm a little worried about not being good enough."
"Freddie…" She turned around and cupped his face. "You don't have to worry about that. No one can ever be perfect, but if someone could, this person would be you. I know you'll be a great father, because I know you. I know you'll love this baby, as much as you love me, and I know, for sure you'll be a great father, because you want to be. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am." He smiled.
"Cool, now tell me another story." She turned around, pressing her back against his front.
"Once upon a time… in a distant land, lived a prince who thought he was awake, but in fact he was asleep. He spent his whole life blinded by lies he created himself, until the day a beautiful princess warrior, who was his sworn enemy, fell in love with him. She kissed him, opening his eyes to life. And he never ever wanted to close them again…"
"Go on…" she smiled, closed her eyes and snuggled against his chest.
Three hours more, and Sam was ready to push. She demanded everyone exited the room, but Freddie and Carly. Pam and Melanie argued about what they should get for the baby, outside in the hallway, Brad and Spencer tried to make conversation, to keep each other from falling asleep, Wendy stared at the babies and Gibby tried to flirt with the nurses. But they all remained outside, waiting.
"Okay, Sam I need a big push." Doctor Zane, said.
"I can't…" Sam panted. "Not anymore, no."
"Come on, baby. He'll be here with one more push." Freddie kissed her sweaty forehead, and stroked her hair.
"I don't wanna…" she sniffed. "Would you do it for me? Please do it for me! Please, please?"
"I wish I could… come on, sweetheart, one more."
"Yeah, come on Sam. One big push!" Carly said, trying to cover the pain in her voice, from the hand Sam was squeezing.
"Okay…" She took a deep breath. "But you're having the next one… got me?"
"Yes, baby. I'll be happy to. I'll become a sea horse if I have to."
She inhaled, exhaled, and pushed, squeezing the bones out of both Freddie's and Carly's hand. Sam never felt so much pain in her life, not physical pain. One hard push, and she could hear a faint squeak filling the room. He was here, finally. Everything went on slow motion, as the doctor asked Freddie if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord. His hands shook, but he tried his best to hold firmly to the scissor. His eyes could catch a glimpse of their son, his skin covered in white goo and blood, his little hands and feet moving, shaking, and his little chest rising up and down with every breath.
He had seen death before, he once was left face to face with death, but now he was experiencing something scarier. Life. The beginning of a new life, someone new coming to the world, coming to life. A being he helped make, a person him and the love of his life made together. The best of both of them. Freddie bent down and kissed Sam on the lips. She was a sweaty mess, her hair was all over the place, her eyes were filled with tears, happy tears, and her face was a bright shade of red. She looked drained. He caressed her face and kissed her again.
"Here you go." The doctor handed Sam the little being, a little cleaner this time, wrapped up in a blue sheet.
"You did a great job Sam." Carly whispered to her friend, her eyes on the baby.
"I love you." Freddie whispered in her ear. "Forever and always."
"I love you too." She smiled, playing with her son's little hand.
Freddie ran his fingers through his son's messy brown hair, down to his forehead, running his index finger over his nose, lightly pressing his thumb against his cheek. This was just the beginning of his family, this was just the first addition to many more, he knew it. Sam looked up to him, her eyes shining with so much love, and tears.
"I'm going outside, to let everyone know he's already here." Carly announced, but her friends seemed to be in trance, looking at their new baby. She smiled and left the room.
The baby boy opened his eyes, slowly, for the first time in his life. Sam smiled and looked up to Freddie.
"He has your eyes." She said.
He smiled and kissed her, then kissed the top of his son's head.
"Thank you." He murmured.
"For what exactly?" Sam leaned her head against his shoulder.
"For kissing me in the lock-in, for dating me, for taking care of me, for never give up on me. For marrying me, for loving me, for giving me this beautiful baby. For making me the happiest man on earth."
"Back at ya, Benson." She laughed. "How do you want to name him?"
"I know just the right name…" He smirked, leaning down to kiss his son's forehead.
"Care to share?"
"Milo."
In the very end, his father was absolutely right. We all get the heaven we deserve.
Love is not the easy thing .The only baggage you can bring. Is all that you can't leave behind.
U2 – Walk On.
Alright, this is it, the end. I want to thank everyone for your reviews, for always being so kind to me, thank you for accompany me in this crazy ride. I want to let you guys know, how much I appreciate any kinds of review and criticism. I appreciate the love you guys show me in your reviews. I want to thank every single person who read this, every single one who reviewed, and every single one who put this on favorite or alert. I have to say that, when I started in this site, I didn't imagine any of this, and how great this would be. You guys been with me through so much, it was such a long ride, and I'm sorry for the times I failed to update soon, I'm sorry this took so long to be ready, but I wanted to make sure I had it all perfect, for you guys. (The baby's name has a history, back in chapter 8)
After I'm done with this little break I need to take, I'll come back with the sequel to iSeddie. I have lots of plans for it, and I'll try to make the second one as good the first, I promise!
Thank you, to everyone who's read this, you guys have no idea of how happy you make me feel.
Especially, I would like to thanks my FF partner, thank you for everything, really. You've been so important to me this year, more than you'll ever realize. Thank you for your friendship, your advices, your compliments, everything. We're a team, a crazy one, but we are, thank you, because without you, I don't know if this ride would be so great.
To SAM-seddie-FREDDIE, thank you for everything.
Love, your FF friend, S. Benson.
Extra songs:
CH 1- Hurts Like heaven
Train – To Be Loved
CH3 – Blinding
Big Star – Thirteen
CH4 – You Belong To Me
Foster The People – Pumped Up Kicks
CH7 – Wonderwall
Coldplay – Us Against The World
CH8 – My Body Is A Cage
Lana Del Rey – Video Games
CH9 – Run
Train – Brick By Brick
Jimmy Eat The World – Hear You Me
