Legend

"I love you," Freddie said as his and Sam's lips parted briefly.

"I love you too," Sam said as her lips found Freddie's once more and they deepened their kiss.

These were the moments Freddie loved most; him and Sam were alone in his apartment (his mom was helping his aunt get over the death of her pet hamster) and had been involved in a heavy make-out session for nearly half-an-hour.

"Hey," Sam said, pulling away from Freddie. "Lets do something else."

"Aw, I was having fun," Freddie said playfully.

"Yeah, I know you were," Sam grinned. "But come on, we have your whole apartment to ourselves for once. We can make out any time."

"What did you have in mind?" Freddie asked.

Sam shrugged. "Why don't we, um…oh, I got it!"

"What?"

"Let's camp out!"

Freddie let out a laugh. "Are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well for one thing, it's raining cats and dogs outside," Freddie said. "And second of all, I thought you hated camping; when we went with Spencer that one time you said it was the most miserable night of your life."

"No, I said that because Spencer lost all of our food in the lake and we had nothing to eat all night," Sam told him. "I have nothing against camping. And besides, I wasn't talking about going outside to camp. We can do it right here in your living room."

"And how exactly do we do that?" Freddie asked.

"And you wonder why people don't think you're creative," Sam scoffed. She grabbed the blanket that was draped over the back of threw it over the two armchairs that sat nearby, creating a sort of fort.

"Wow, it really does look like a tent," Freddie said as Sam grabbed his hand and led him into it.

"Of course it does," she said as the couple settled down. She stared at Freddie for a minute.

"Um, do you need anything?" Freddie asked.

"How are we supposed to came without any camp food?" Sam asked, shaking her head at her boyfriend's ignorance.

"Oh, right," Freddie said, getting to his feet. He headed into the kitchen and opened the secret drawer that his mother didn't know about that he kept crammed with junk food for when Sam came over.

"I know we don't have a fire," he said, sitting back down next to Sam and laying out numerous chocolate bars, a bag of marshmallows and a box of graham crackers. "But I figured we could still have s'mores."

Sam eagerly made a grab for the marshmallows. "Your mom lets you keep this stuff in her kitchen?"

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," Freddie smiled.

Sam laughed and placed her head on Freddie's shoulder as she took a bite of her s'more. "Okay, Benson. Let's hear a scary story."

"A scary story?"

"Yeah, come on, even you have to know at least one," she said.

"Well, there is one I heard at Pear Camp last summer," Freddie said thoughtfully. "It's pretty scary, though. You sure you want to hear it?"

"Baby, you're talking to a girl who slept under her bed when she was little hoping to see the Boogie Man. I think I'll be fine."

"All right, but I warned you," he laughed. "Okay, it's The Legend of Count Lufont."

"Lufont," Sam grinned.

"Just listen," Freddie said, nudging her playfully. "Count Lufont lived in a deserted village in the outskirts of a small country called Handenburg. Handenburg hadn't always been deserted, though; it became deserted after Count Lufont moved there. No body knows what happened to everyone after that. Anyway, one cold night, a traveler named Ivor was traveling through Handenburg to get back home after his brother's wedding. Suddenly, the carriage he was riding broke down. Ivor stepped out to see what had happened. He was examining one of the wheels when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around, but there was no one there, so he went back to looking at the wheel. Then he felt a cold breath on his neck, but this time, before he could turn around, someone had grabbed him, and he was being dragged towards a dark mansion. He screamed, but he knew there was no one around to hear him. The next day, Ivor's brother went looking for him, because he heard he had never made it home. All he found of Ivor, though, was his carriage, completely destroyed."

Sam frowned. "And?"

"And…what?"

"That was your scary story?" Sam laughed.

"It was chilling!"

"The scariest thing about story was thinking that two parents were cruel enough to name their child Ivor."

"Fine, let's hear one from you," Freddie said, crossing his arms.

"Okay," Sam shrugged. "This one is about a blood sucking banshee who has to have an all out war with a group of crazed flesh eating zombies who are running around trying to eat all of the humans before the banshee even gets a chance to-"

"Or not!" Freddie said quickly.

Sam smiled. "Too scary for you, Fredhead?"

"Maybe," he mumbled.