Freddie's POV:

My eyes flew open as I registered that someone was pounding on the door. I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep for but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything right now.

I clamped the pillow I was holding over my ears and groaned. "Go away," I moaned from the couch. Every part of me ached and I was sure if I started talking, I'd break down into tears. And I really didn't feel like sobbing in front of some telemarketer selling vacuums.

"Freddie!" screamed a voice, the sound of it lighting every single one of my nerves on fire. "Freddie, open this God damned door!"

I scrambled up from the couch and yanked open the door to be met by the blue, teary eyes of the girl I loved. "Sam?" I asked softly. Her chest was heaving and I could see the struggle in her eyes as she bit back sobs. "Why are you - "

She suddenly held up a battered book, with a torn, black cover and pages threatening to flutter out. I raised my eyebrows, looking at her in confusion. "It's a diary," she said, her voice suddenly a whisper. "I've been keeping it...for a long time."

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I'd never seen her look so desperate before. "Sam," I finally managed, reaching out to take her hand. "Come inside, sit down." She nodded numbly and followed me in, slamming the door behind her. I sat down on the couch and she followed, trembling violently. I examined her defeated slouch, biting my lip in worry. "Sam, you're shaking."

"I started writing it," she continued, as if I hadn't spoken at all, "When I started getting feelings for you."

My eyes widened, my mind a whirlwind of incoherent thoughts as I watched her. "Sam, how do you even remember - "

"I thought I was crazy." She let out a small laugh, tears falling down her cheeks. "I thought if I kept writing that it would all go away and I could deny that I was in love with you. But eventually I just accepted it and never told you, because it was so damn hard and it hurt so much. Because you've always been the one I hated and you loved Carly and I couldn't let you know how weak I was." She sucked in a deep breath, her voice shaking. "I went home after I yelled at you. My mom was pissed, of course, but I didn't really care. I went upstairs and in my room and started tearing things apart because I was so fucking mad."

Her eyes met mine then, desperate and anguished. I didn't know what was happening. I was barely aware of the fact she was beside me, let alone that she'd just told me she was in love with me. This was a dream. It had to be. I was still asleep on Carly's couch and Sam was still gone.

But then she clutched at my arm, her fingers digging into my skin and I knew it was real, that she was real, that everything she was saying was so, so real. "Freddie," she started quietly, tears spilling over her eyes. "I found this diary. I read it. And now...I remember. I remember everything. I remember being little and violent and fighting with Melanie and meeting Carly and hurting you." She clenched her hands into fists. "I remember hurting you a lot. I don't - I don't really want to hurt you anymore."

"S - Sam?" I asked, my voice trembling. "It's - it's really you?"

She beamed then, despite the tears trailing down her cheeks. "Yup. Sam I am. And when I say I don't want to hurt you, that doesn't mean I don't want to prank you." She paused then glared. "And just because I'm in love with you doesn't mean you're not a nub. You got that, Benson?"

"It's - you remember?" I dumbly spluttered out.

She laughed, wiping away her tears with the heel of her palm. "Wow. You really are an idiot, aren't you, Fudgeface?"

I blinked, my mind a dizzy haze. Before I knew what I was doing, I took both sides of her face in my hands and slammed my lips against hers. She let out a slight gasp before tangling her hands in my hair, mouth desperate against mine. I felt her tears smear against my cheeks and I reached down to grip her hips with bruising pressure, pulling her impossibly closer to me. She was back. She was back and she was Sam and she loved me. She was back and I was never going to let her go.

I parted from her for a moment to look into her teary eyes, realizing my own eyes had started to water too. "Sam, I'm so sorry, I never should have lied to you, I just - "

"Will you just shut up and kiss me?" she demanded, her hands tugging impatiently at my hair. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. I hadn't heard that playful, teasing tone from her in what felt like an eternity - I hadn't even remembered how she'd get that adorable look on her face every time she got mad, her eyes all scrunched up and eyebrows furrowed. It was everything that made her Sam and everything that made me love her.

I pulled her back to me, lips meeting hers with even more force. I smiled into her mouth, licking her lips slightly. God, she was so perfect. I remember how it felt to kiss her on my balcony, how soft and flush her lips had been against mine, how I'd thought about her taste for days on end, dismissing it as some weird virus instead of facing the fact that I was falling for her.

She let out a small whimper - Sam Puckett, whimpering - as my tongue slipped into her mouth. Her hands tightened in my hair and she pulled me closer, my body pressing against hers. I let out a low moan, my hands tightening at her sides. "I love you," I murmured before I could stop myself.

"Sam!?" Carly's voice rang throughout the apartment and we sprang apart, whipping around to see Carly standing at the bottom of the stairs in shock. "Why are you back here? I thought..." she trailed off, chewing nervously on her lower lip.

"She - she got her memory back," I managed to stammer out, wondering if Carly was still mad at me.

Carly's eyes widened, her eyes settling on the blonde. "You - oh my God, Sam! You remember everything now!?" Sam nodded, smiling slightly. Carly beamed, her eyes lighting up as she started spewing words at a hundred miles per hour. "I can't believe it, Sam, you're back, I told Freddie not to lie to you, by the way, like all the time, but he thought it would be easier to be with you or something like that but I didn't think he was in love with you, which he obviously is because he just said it and you were just making out on my couch and, by the way, you should've at least told me you were back to normal before sucking face, it's the polite thing to do and since when did you like Freddie, you never told me, why didn't you tell me, I'm your best friend!" She sucked in a deep breath, looking at the both of us with wild eyes. "So!?"

Sam's eyes narrowed. "'So' what?"

"So, how are you feeling? How did you get your memory back? How did you and Freddie get together!?" Carly practically screamed. Seeing Sam blink aimlessly, she slammed her hands down on the couch, causing the both of us to jump back in surprise. "WHAT HAPPENED!?"

"Uh..." Sam trailed off, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. Finally, she shrugged, putting her hands behind her head and lazily stretching her legs out across the couch. She grinned up at Carly, one of the brightest, most beautiful grins I'd ever witnessed in my entire life. She winked at her before laughing slightly and answering her in a smooth, sly voice.

"I forget."

Okay, wow! Last chapter before the epilogue! This story is officially off hiatus! *Jack Sparrow voice* DRINKS ALL AROUND! A quick note: iSlip Up is still on hold and probably will be for a long time. Also, I have the epilogue all written up, so I just have to edit a few things and it should be ready to publish within half an hour! :) EEEEEEEE! And, as usual, I'd like to thank my amazing reviewers:

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