Sometimes It's Seddie: Redhead

A.N: When I originally wrote this, it was just for the heck of it. Then I decided to post it. But I didn't think it was long enough to stand on its own as a one-shot, so I gave it to your guys! Woot! Also, the boy mentioned in this was blond originally, but I needed to find a word that worked with this story. When none really did, I chose redhead and changed his hair colour. Haha. I hope you like it. It's probably my favorite so far, so be excited.

I hope it's in character. I try, but you never know. I think Sam is, but Freddie might not be at the end. But that is your opinion.

I just got back from Myrtle Beach. EPIC VACATION! Aha. I loved being able to watch the Nick channel, instead of YTV, the stupid channel I get here in Canada. Haha, oh well. I'll suffer.

Anyways, enjoy.

Sam was fuming. Freddie - who was slightly scared of her at this point - was almost sure that smoke would soon come out of her ears. But he had to admit she was her cutest when she was mad. It was the way that every muscle in her body tensed and she meant business. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips drew a thin line on her face. It was almost the best part of arguing with her — Freddie decided. But he hated always losing when they were at each others throats. He did, however, love their early Monday morning arguments. This morning, her cheeks were bright red and her arms were crossed so tight that Freddie wasn't sure if she could breathe. At that very moment, Sam was in her element — making Freddie squirm. "You know what Fredgeek, you are a stupid f-"

"Language, Miss. Puckett!" He interjected. "And don't get started on me being stupid! You're the one who's failing English!"

"Well if you would've tutored me, maybe I wouldn't be failing English!" Sam pointed out to the tech producer.

"You never even asked me to tutor you!" Freddie told her. "So don't blame me for your failure!"

"No I will blame you because..." She began, but her voice trailed off. Freddie noticed the tone in Sam's voice change when she laid eyes on a passing jock. She uncrossed her arms slowly and pulled her hair over her shoulders, tugging at the roots, so her blond curls framed her face.

Freddie recognized the boy, he was the quarterback. Always in detention with Sam. He was a redhead and had enough muscle to lift Freddie over his head and throw him twenty feet. But something about this air head, douche bag jock seemed to catch Sam's attention. As soon as she saw him walking in their direction, she grabbed onto Freddie's hand slightly tugging at it. He jumped and looked at Sam. "What the-"

"Just go along with it and I won't kill you." Sam told him under her breath. Freddie's eyes fixed on the boy in question and his mouth twisted in contemplation. Sure the boy had a familiar face, but Freddie couldn't force his name to enter his head. "Who is that?"

"Just some guy I know. Now shut-up!" Sam warned.

"Alright!" Freddie whispered back, mainly out of fear.

He looked down at their intertwined fingers and swallowed slowly, with many different thoughts running through his mind. "So why are we holding hands?"

Sam grabbed on tighter, making Freddie's knees cave. "Because I like him!" Sam informed him like it was obvious as she loosened her grip again.

"Uh-huh, and that still doesn't explain-"

"I kind of told him I had a boyfriend, to make him jealous." Sam admitted, and her cheeks were suddenly slightly redder then they were a second ago. And Freddie knew it wasn't because she was mad. "And you're that boyfriend."

"You told him I was your boyfriend!" Freddie said, almost a little too loud. Sam dug her nails into his hand causing him to yelp. "You're a very abrasive girlfriend!"

"Oh hush up!" Sam said sternly.

"Why would you pick me out of all people to be your fake boyfriend?" He asked the blond with the raise of an eyebrow.

"Cos I'm with you all the time! It would be the most believable!"

"So now that nub thinks we're dating?" Freddie clarified.

"Yup, lucky you." Sam joked. But when Freddie didn't laugh she sighed. "Please just help me out with this one thing."

Freddie sighed and thought about the consequences. "Fine." He finally agreed.

As the boy walked by, Sam's hand tensed up in Freddie's. He stopped as he walked and waved to the newly discovered couple. "Hey Sam."

"Hey Tyler." Sam said back casually, as if she didn't even care. She barely even made any eye contact with him.

Freddie knew he needed to be believable, so he let go of Sam's hand and put his arm around her waist. She stepped slightly closer to his embrace and he saw her smile. Sam was such a good actress, that Freddie wasn't sure if it was real or fake.

"Oh hi, uhm, Eddie."

"It's Freddie." Sam told him sternly. Freddie was shocked at how convincing she was being – then again, she was the best liar he knew.

A group of jocks and cheerleaders from behind Tyler - the name Freddie had recently remembered belonged to Sam's crush - began to call his name. "Well I guess I'll see you round." He told Sam.

"Yeah. I threw an egg at Ms. Briggs and I got detention on Friday."

"Me too." he said before walking off down the hall where the rest of his team was.

"Oh my god, he's so hot!" Sam told Freddie as soon as he we out of ear shot.

"Yeah, just adorable." Freddie said back sarcastically.

"Whatever." Sam said. "Thanks, by the way. For doing that for me."

"Anytime." Freddie told her honestly.

"And Freddie? You can Let go now."

"Right." Freddie said blushing as he dropped his arm.

"Shoot! He's looking again!" Sam mumbled, and once again grabbed the hand of the brunette boy. Freddie could tell how much she needed this boy to be jealous, so he upped the stakes. He gave her a quick nod before wrapping his arm around her waist for the second time that morning, and pulled her so they were face to face. Sam's showed udder shock, but before she could interject, Freddie pulled her in for a kiss.

Well? What did you think? Did it seem unfinished? Let me know. Aha, I hope you liked it. Review please. I think I'm doing the word sick next, be excited.