AN-This is a sequel to ch172, Sphere, when Gibby accidently lets it slip to Spencer that Sam and Freddie are living together.

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Urge

"Hey," Sam said as Freddie walked through the door of her apartment that they both now inhabited. "How was your 'Dude's Night'?"

"Good, but why the air quotes around Dude's Night?" Freddie asked, tossing his keys into the bowl by the front door.

"Because neither you, Gibby, T-Bo or Spencer really qualify as dudes," Sam said.

"Oh really? Then why am I referred to as your boyfriend?" Freddie asked, chuckling.

"Eh, I guess you have some dude-like qualities," Sam laughed, getting up off the couch. She put her arms around Freddie's neck and kissed him.

"Well thank you," Freddie smiled.

"I ordered Chinese food," Sam said as the couple pulled apart. "There are some eggrolls left in the fridge if you want."

"Nah, I'm good," Freddie replied. "We ordered pizza at Spencer's. By the way, he knows."

"Know what?" Sam frowned.

"He knows we're living together."

"What? Are you serious?" Sam exclaimed. "What did you tell him for, nub! He's going to totally overreact!"

"I didn't tell him!" Freddie defended. "Gibby did!"

"And when did telling Gibby in the first place seem like a good idea?" Sam snapped.

"Look, Spencer did overact at first…but he's cool about it now," Freddie explained. "He was just a little overprotective of you. After I told him that the reason we moved in together was because we really love each other, he was a little more comfortable with the idea. Besides, we had to tell him eventually, didn't we?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Sam sighed. "And anyway, Spencer's really not the one we have to worry about finding out, is he? As long as we just make sure your mom never finds out, we'll be good."

"Oh yeah," Freddie agreed. "I mean, can you imagine? She'd probably run over here and start pounding at the door so she could drag me back to live with her and-"

They were interrupted, though, by a sudden banging on the front door.

"Open up this door right now!" came a voice from outside. A voice that Sam and Freddie recognized to be…

"My mom?" Freddie whispered in shock, his eyes widening. "What the-What do we do?"

"Okay, okay, just be quiet," Sam whispered back. She ran to the door. "Um, Mrs. Benson?" she called through the door, making sure the lock was firmly in place. "I think you have the wrong apartment. I live here. Freddie's place is over on the next block, remember?"

"Don't you give me any of that garbage, Samantha Puckett!" Mrs. Benson said angrily. And then with strength that could only be rivaled by Sam herself, she broke in the door.

"Mom!" Freddie exclaimed. "Are you kidding me? You broke down my girlfriend's door!"

"You mister," Marissa said, ignoring her son's words as she marched right to him. "Are in deep trouble!"

"Um, why?" Freddie asked hesitantly.

"How dare you think that you could get away with…habituating with your girlfriend without me finding out!"

Sam and Freddie exchanged glances.

"Okay, mom, just calm down," Freddie said.

"I most certainly will not calm down!" Marissa said hotly. "I've raised you better than this, Fredward Benson! I would think that you would know better than to-"

But she was cut off as Spencer, sweating and out of breath, came running into the apartment.

"Freddie…Sam…" he panted, leaning against the destroyed door frame has he tried to catch his breath. "She knows. Mrs. Benson-Oh, hi there, Mrs. Benson. Lovely day, isn't it?"

"You told her?" Freddie frowned. "Spencer, you promised me you wouldn't! I can't believe-"

"I didn't tell her!" Spencer said. "After you left, Gibby was heading out, and he mentioned something about running over to here to drop off your no-more-tears conditioner he borrowed from you since you live here now."

"Again, stop telling Gibby things!" Sam hissed.

"Anyway, I ran over here as fast as I could," Spencer said, still breathing heavily. "And now I think I might just take a nap on the floor…" And with that, Spencer collapsed onto the floor.

"Mom," Freddie sighed. "I know you really like your…traditional views. But I've told you a million times. Sam and I are in love. Moving in together…it just felt right. I'm sorry we didn't come out and tell you, but well, now that you know, can't you at least try to be a little understanding?"

Marissa crossed her arms. "But Freddie…I-I-You're just a boy!"

"He's twenty two!" Sam pointed out.

"You hush!" Marissa snapped. She turned back to Freddie. "Now Freddie, I understand that boys your age have certain…urges-"

"Oh my God," Freddie mumbled, his face turning red. "Mom, please don't-"

"Alright, alright, I think I know what's going on here," Spencer said, bringing himself to his feet. "Mrs. Benson, you're not really upset about the fact that Freddie moved in with Sam, his girlfriend."

Mrs. Benson let out a huff. "Excuse me?"

"Okay, maybe you're mad about that," Spencer said. "But that's not the main issue. I think the main issue is that Freddie moved out from your place period."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"We all know that Mrs. Benson has some…attachment issues with Freddie," Spencer explained. "I think the problem she's having is that Freddie would rather live with Sam than with her."

"Wait, is that true, mom?" Freddie asked.

"Well I'm your mother, Freddie!" Marissa said. "What does she have that I don't?"

"Um, well, you know…" Freddie said awkwardly, a bit confused about the turn this conversation just took. "Mom, I know that you don't like to admit it, but I have grown up. And generally, when people grow up, they leave their parents' care."

Marissa choked back tears.

"But," Freddie added quickly. "Mom, just because I'm living with Sam now instead of you, doesn't mean you're still not my mom and I'm not your son. I still love you, you know."

"Oh, Freddikins!" Marissa explained, sobbing, throwing her arms around her son. "That's so sweet!"

"Can't breathe here, mom!" Freddie gasped.

Marissa released him.

"And it's not like I'm not going to visit you," Freddie told his mom. "I mean, I do come over twice a week at least as it is. And I'm sure Sam wouldn't completely mind you coming here occasionally. Provided you call first, right Sam?"

"Sure…come over any time," Sam said through her clenched teeth, making a mental note to pound Freddie for this second they were alone.

"I-Well, this place is closer to me than your old apartment was," Marissa sighed.

"There you go," Freddie smiled. He looked at his watch. "It's pretty late, mom. Why don't I walk you back down to your car."

Sam waited until Freddie and Mrs. Benson had left before she turned to Spencer. "Okay. Where the heck did you get all that from?"

"What? I can't say something intelligent from time to time?" Spencer asked indignantly. "I am and adult, might I remind you. I'm not just some big child who-Hey look! Girly Cow's on!"

I just want to say that my hearts and prayers are with everyone who suffered in anyway from the completely unthinkable events in Conneticut today. To think that so many young lives and the lives of the school's staff were lost today is just devastating. Tragedy's like this should never happen.