AN = Happy 1st of December! This is actually one of the first Christmas fanfics I have ever written. Please review and tell me what you think if you have a minute, criticism most welcome. :) :) Okay, please enjoy!

Fireworks

"Hola, chicas." Freddie greeted, walking into Carly's apartment. Sam rolls her eyes and carries on reading her magazine, trying to pretend that the boy didn't just walk in. While Carly looks up from pouring her special lemonade and smiles at her brunette friend.

"Hey, Freddie." She says, giving him a little wave, "Happy Christmas Eve!"

"Yeah, yeah, you too. was it okay if I hang over here for a bit? My mum was driving me crazy; she's still begging me to go to my auntie's house with her for Christmas."

Sam laughed, "So let me get this straight. Not only are you spending Christmas here but you also want to stay now? You do know this was my time to prepare myself to seeing your face, right?" She throws her magazine at Freddie.

"Sam." Carly said firmly, "Have some Christmas spirit. And, yeah, of course you can stay, Freddie."

"Thanks." He dropped himself onto the sofa, the furthest away from Sam as he could.

After a few minutes of silence, Carly had had enough so she walked over to her two friends. Her blonde friend was pretty much asleep and her brunette friend was sat watching the time on his watch.

"Ugh, can't you two be normal for once?" Carly yelled, removing Sam's legs from the sofa so she was able to sit down.

Sam waked up at the sudden movement, "What?"

"I asked why you guys can't just be normal."

"Why does everyone want me to be normal? Stop trying to change me!" She looked over at Freddie, "First my ex-boyfriend and now my best friend?"

"Uh, wait, what?" Carly asked, "I don't want you to change. I'm just sick of you both trying to forget the fact you dated."

"We said we'd go back to how we were." Freddie stated, standing up and walking to the computer monitor.

"Look, Sam. I didn't mean to upset you-"

"But you did." Sam muttered back.

"-I just don't want you being miserable."

"Hey." Freddie said from the other side of the room, "Would you two like to go see the fireworks tonight?"

Carly shaked her head, "Sorry, I promised Spencer that we'd have a movie night."

"Sam?"

"Uh, you mean like just the two of us?" The blonde swallowed hard.

"Yeah, umm... Unless you don't wanna come."

"One moment, Freddie." Carly pulled Sam up the stairs, much to Sam's disapproval.

"What?" Sam groaned.

"Why won't you just go with him? You told me you loved fireworks, so you get two things you love at once."

She took a moment to digest what her best friend had just said, "It's beca-Wait, two things I love? What's the other thin-Uh, are you saying I still love the dork!?"

"Well, you do, don't you?"

"Keep your voice down." She whispered, "I won't go to the fireworks for two reasons. One, I'm going alone with Freddie and it will feel like a date. And two, the last date I went on with him, we went to a fancy restaurant and he took me to see a fireworks display after. And, really, I don't want to replace some of my favourite memories of us."

That left Carly speechless. What could she say to that?

"Sam, I-I'm sorry I didn't know you felt that way. You didn't tell me about your last date so I didn't know about that either. And, uh, I'll tell Freddie you don't want to go if you want."

"But that's the thing, I want to go but I also don't."

...

"Oh, wow, Sam, you look amazing." Freddie said that evening as Carly and Sam came down the stairs.

Sam bit her lip and looked down at the ground, "Thanks, uh, but you know you don't have to say that anymore, right?"

"Yeah, umm, sorry."

There was another awkward silence before Carly pushed her friend towards Freddie.

"Well, you better get going." She smiled, "Have her back by one."

"Carly!" Sam laughed, taking her purse from Carly.

"Don't worry, we'll be back way before one." Freddie chuckled.

Carly managed to shoo her best friends out of the door in a record time of four minutes. She gave herself a highfive before dropping herself down onto the sofa.

"Spencer!" She shouted, "You wanna start the movie night?"

Her older brother ran out of his bedroom and into the lounge room in his pajamas, while holding a teddy bear.

Oh boy, what have I done? She asked herself.

...

Freddie knew it wasn't a date but he still couldn't help but drool over how good Sam looks. She was wearing a purple strapless dress with a hoodie and a pair of purple flat shoes. He couldn't help but wonder if she wanted it to be a date just as much as he did.

"So, uh, the first firework display starts at ten, the second was at eleven, and the last was at twelve." Freddie said, looking over at Sam.

She smiled, "Okay."

"And I heard there's an amazing restaurant just down the road. I mean, we could always go there to get dinner. Like, as friends... Just friends."

"Yeah... I guess we could do that."

"We're only like five minutes away now, so do you wanna eat before or after?"

"We might as well eat after the first display."

"Okay, whatever you want to do."

...

After a long evening, Sam and Freddie made their way back to the beach to watch the last display of fireworks. At this point, Sam was wearing Freddie's jacket, as well as her own hoodie, and Freddie had his arm around her, trying to keep her close and warm.

"You know, it's been a pretty great night." Sam chuckled, "I think this has been one of the best nights of my life."

"Now look who's being sappy." Freddie laughed.

The two sat down on a bench along the boardwalk and watched the waves for a moment. They were both wondering whether they should've classified the night as a date or if it was just two friends having a good time. They wouldn't know about the second one though because although they were best friends, they still argued and were at each others' throats all the time.

"Well, uh, thanks for a good night." Sam said, trying to hide the girly blush which had just creeped across her face.

"No problem. I'm just glad you had a good time." Freddie looked at her and smiled, "I mean, I've always thought for some weird reason that you don't like Christmas. Yeah, I know that it's crazy trying to do Christmas shopping and the stress of sending cards is unbearable. But there's always a little something about Christmas which makes it special."

"You're not wrong there; I guess I'm not the biggest fan of Christmas... But I don't really wanna talk about it."

"You don't have to. But just know that I'm always here whenever you want to talk."

"I'll never forget that, nub."

Everyone around them started to countdown to midnight. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3.

"Sam." Freddie said, trying to catch her attention.

She turned to face him immediately, and just in time really because he pressed his lips to hers. She moved her arms to around his neck to pull him closer to her. The sound of fireworks started to get louder and louder. When the need of oxygen became too much, about twenty seconds later, they broke apart. He rested his forehead against hers.

"Merry Christmas, Sam."

"Merry Christmas to you too, Freddie."

AN = Ooh! Okay, next chapter is hopefully going to be a future fanfiction with their kids, but if you don't want a future fanfic, just tell me and I'll post a younger one. I have just had many ideas about their kids; if I do post a future, I will post a past or present one after so don't worry. :) :) I hope you have a great 1st of December and I'll be back tomorrow!