Another chapterrrr. So this was written by me last night, and this was the conversation I had wih my brain.

Brain: the idea, for the story, it's HERE!

Me: oh, really? Cool! Let me get my pen and… NO, I SHOULD BE SLEEPING

Brain: Just write it.

Me: no, SLEEP. I need to sleep at a normal human time for once.

Brain: WRITE

Guess who won. In my stories, you may notice that Sam's weaker side is brought out a lot. This is because I think Freddie is the one who brings out he vulnerable side the best, and who is better to comfort her than Freddie?

Chapter Three: It's closing in

The two immediately jumped apart as though each had just found out that the other was carrying the corona virus, and tried not the look guilty for their recent actions, as the only thing that protected the from the wrath of this new intruder burst open, revealing the full unveiled anger of the one and only Mrs Benson. She looked quite deranged, to say the least.

"FREDWARD!" she screeched. Freddie cringed at the use of his full name.

"IF YOU WOULD KINDLY EXPLAIN YOUR RECENT… ACTIVITIES…" Mrs Benson visibly shuddered, "WITH THIS DELINQUENT…"

What was planned on being said next neither Sam nor Freddie would find out, as Freddie firmly strode out of his bedroom, pulling his fuming mother with him.

What was conversed between the mother and son, Sam would never know. All she managed to convey was that Mrs Benson would be going to work her position as a nurse (A/N: Big cheer for the NHS!) every single day from 12am until 6pm, and that Sam would be allowed to stay.

Time – 12:30 am

Mrs Benson had left the house, and Sam and Freddie were free. They had planned on a relaxing movie night in Freddie's room. Being the dorky gentleman that he is, he offered Sam first go in the shower, to which she scoffed "You thought there was an option?"

Sam had finished her shower and was now waiting for Freddie. She lay sprawled on his galaxy wars bedsheets, a large shirt (borrowed) enveloping her small frame, and a pair of black tracksuit shorts. (A/N: For the sake of the story let's just say that Sam had a lot of clothes over at Freddie's) hair hung loose and damp. She was flicking through WebFlix when something just hit her, and she sat up straight, all of a sudden in a panic. She was completely trapped, trapped inside these very walls, which now, on closer inspection seemed to be caving in around her, trapping her further, her heart thumped inside her chest, threatening to break free, she felt hot tears escape her eyes, tumbling down her flushed cheeks, as she grabbed her head, trying to keep this panic in, control it, somehow. Her hands, her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Sam let out a scream as she curled into a small, vulnerable, sobbing, shaking ball. (A/N: I couldn't decide on one adjective haha) Freddie came out of the shower, and what he saw shocked him, to say the very least. He immediately ran to her side, sitting himself on the bed beside her.

"Sam?" he said softly, not wanting to scare her further. For Freddie recognized these symptoms as a panic attack, but what though, could have caused it.

Hearing him, Sam let out another scream, but softer this time. She curled tighter together, Freddie wasn't supposed to EVER see this. He was going to think of her as weak now, an image she had spent years trying to clear from everyone's mind. Sam Puckett just maybe wasn't as strong as everyone might think.

And, Freddie was smarter than everyone might think. Everyone knew he was the smartest at technology, math, physics, science, but what everyone didn't know, was that he could read Sam Puckett like a book. He might not know what had caused this, but he did know what she was feeling at this moment. Maybe that was what caused him to do what he did next, and that was to pull this crying girl into a hug.

Instead of pulling away like Freddie had originally thought she would, Sam cuddled in closer. Out of natural instinct, Freddie tightened his grip, and pulled her on to his lap. She must really be affected by something, if this is happening Freddie thought.

Sam had hidden her face in Freddie's chest, not wanting him to see her like this.

"Claustrophobia," came her muffled voice, laced with tears, and, laughter.

This was written by a sleep deprived girl.