AN-Hey, to the reader who requested this oneshot (it was an anonymous request), I don't watch Everybody Hates Chris, so I didn't really know what you meant by the whole contract thing. I gave it a try, though, lol. Hope you liked how it turned out!

Oh, this takes place after iOMG, and in this oneshot, iLost my Mind NEVER HAPPENED!

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"Sam?" Freddie called as her ran through the hallways. "Sam? Where'd you go? Sam?"

"Freddie!" Carly exclaimed, surprising Freddie as she ran around a corner.

"Oh, um, h-hey, Carly," Freddie said, trying to act natural. "Have you seen Sam, by any chance?"

"No, not since she had her lips pressed against you!" Carly said.

Freddie gasped. "You know? How?"

"I saw you two!"

"You saw?"

"Oh, if you don't want people to watch you, you should kiss somewhere without windows!" Carly snapped.

"Hey, Sam kissed me," Freddie said.

"What? Why? What the heck happened out there?" Carly asked.

"I don't know!" Freddie said. "I went to find her after you told me that you guys had a little argument about her liking Brad. I was telling her that she shouldn't be scared of showing her feelings, and then she just…kissed me."

"Oh my God," Carly said softly. "I've been so stupid! All this time I thought she was crushing on Brad…but it was you!"

"Me?" Freddie said, his eyes widening. "But-But you said that Sam's been hanging around Brad a lot, and she's been so nice lately-"

"Freddie, open your eyes!" Carly said. "Whenever she hung out with Brad, you were always there too. And she hasn't been nice only to Brad lately, she's been nice to you too! That's why she wanted to work on your project with you guys! Oh, she's smart. She knew that we'd think she liked Brad before we thought she liked you…I can't believe she never told me! This is insane! What are you gonna do?"

"I don't know," Freddie sighed, sitting down against a row of lockers.

"You-You don't know?" Carly frowned.

"Well, first I have to actually find Sam," Freddie said. "She ran off right after we kissed; she said 'sorry', and then she was gone! And I was too stunned to even move my feet for another minute."

"Okay, well after you find her, then what are you going to do?" Carly asked.

"I still don't know, Carly," Freddie said. "Never, in a million years, would I have thought Sam Puckett would like me. This is all just so…sudden."

"So you don't want to go out with her then?" Carly asked softly.

"I didn't say that," Freddie said. "I mean, I've never really thought about it. Sure, we've kissed, I guess, but she's Sam…She's Sam. She's crazy and loud and-and funny. And pretty. And really cool."

"Freddie," Carly said seriously. "I'm not just saying this because Sam's my best friend, but you know Sam. She's like, the worst person when it comes to feelings. But she took a big leap in kissing you tonight. I think that means something, don't you?"

"Yeah," Freddie nodded. He got to his feet. "I'm gonna keep looking for her. She's got to be here somewhere; they locked us in."

"Freddie, what are the odds of a locked door holding Sam in?" Carly asked.

"Right," Freddie sighed.

"Sam!" Freddie said, knocking on Sam's door the next morning. "Sam! Will you please open up? I know you're in there. I just wanna talk to you."

But there was so response, and Freddie's knuckles were beginning to get sore.

"Alright," Freddie said to himself, pulling a bag of bacon out of his pocket. "Plan B…Sam! If you want this special Bolivian bacon, you'd better open the door and-"

The door suddenly flew open and a hand grabbed the bag before Freddie could even react, and the door slammed shut again.

"You can't just take the bacon and go back to hiding out!" Freddie exclaimed. "That's not how that was supposed to work!"

Kicking a dead potted plant in frustration, Freddie suddenly spotted an open window on the other side of the house. Well…it didn't look like he was getting in the house any other way…

He hurried over to the window, pushed in the screen and heaved himself in, falling face first into the Puckett's living room.

"Are you kidding me?" Sam exclaimed, looking up from her spot on the sofa. "You climbed through my window?"

"Well you wouldn't answer the door!" Freddie said, scrambling to his feet. "Look, this is ridiculous. Can we just talk about the kiss?"

"No," Sam said firmly. "Now leave, before I sic Frothy on you!"

"Sam," Freddie sighed, sitting down next to her on the couch. "Come on. We can't exactly ignore what happened last night-"

"Yeah we can," Sam snapped, getting up, turning her back to him. "I-I was really tired. I've never stayed up until midnight actually working before; I was delirious! So-So when I kissed you, I-I, um thought I was dreaming and was kissing Justin Timberlake."

"Okay," Freddie said, walking so he was right behind her. "If that's really the case, can you just answer one question for me?"

"What?" she mumbled.

"Why'd you run away? Why have you been so intent on avoiding me?"

Sam didn't answer.

"Sam?" Freddie said gently, putting his hand on her shoulder, which she immediately shrugged off. "What did the kiss mean?"

Sam didn't reply.

"You know I'm gonna stay here until we get somewhere with this," Freddie said stubbornly. "So the longer you give me the silent treatment, the longer I'm-"

"Can we please not do this?" Sam groaned, turning around. "Look, it doesn't matter what the kiss really meant because-because even if it did mean that I sort of, you know, like you, it's not like you'd like me back or anything, and we wouldn't be a couple or whatever, so why can't you just-"

"Why are you so sure of that?" Freddie asked.

"Oh, right," Sam scoffed. "We both know your ideal girl is a girl like Carly, who's all sweet and girly and nice. Not me. If it had been Carly who had kissed you at the lock-in, I'm sure you would've been a lot less freaked out."

"Actually," Freddie frowned. "I think I would've been very freaked out. I'm not the same doofy kid who used to follow Carly around because I had a gigantic crush on her. I like hanging around Carly because she's my friend. But I don't want to date her or be her boyfriend anymore. And, okay, I was a little freaked out when you kissed me last night, but that was more because of the shock. I mean one second I'm talking to you, trying to convince you to go tell Brad that you like him, and the next second you, well, you know. It was a lot to take in."

"Whatever," Sam said. "I'm sorry I 'shocked you' last night. Now for the millionth time can you just leave? We talked, just like you wanted."

"Yeah, we did," Freddie said, staying put. "But we still haven't talked about what I feel."

"What are you talking about? You just said you were shocked."

"At first, yeah," Freddie agreed. "But you know, Sam, as much as you would always torment me and cause my physical and emotional pain, I've never thought you were repulsive or anything."
"Well gee, thanks," Sam said sarcastically.

"I just mean," Freddie said. "That I'm not unattracted to you. And, if you're willing to, I'd really like to give, you know, us, a try."

Sam looked at him. "You serious?"

"If I wasn't serious, do you think I would've tried to find a way out of the school last night so I could come talk to you then, only to be caught by Mr. Howard, who gave me a weeks worth of detention, and then spend an hour today knocking on your door and finally being desperate enough to climb in here through your window?"

Sam looked a little skeptical. "So, what? You-You really wanna try out this whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing? You're not just over here trying to be nice or because Carly made you or something?"

"I'm not just trying to be nice, Sam," Freddie told her. "And no one made me come here besides myself. And yes, I'm willing to try this out if you are. That kiss last night…I-I actually did sort of enjoy it."

"You did?"

"I did," Freddie nodded. "So what do you say? Are we gonna do this?"

Sam pondered this for a moment. "Okay, Benson, let me just get a couple of things clear. I may like you, but that does not mean that I'm gonna be all head over heels for you. I'm still gonna insult you occasionally, and I'm still gonna cream you at arm wrestling."

"Alright," Freddie said, opening his bag and pulling out a sheet of paper. "That sounds fair. Here, just sign this. It's a relationship contract I made up."

"What?" Sam exclaimed. "You want me to sign a contract?"

"It's just few things that I want to make clear," Freddie said. "First of all, are you willing to be seen in public with me and acknowledge that I am, in fact, your boyfriend? You know, hold hands in school, quick kisses in the halls; that sort of thing?"

"You want all that in a contract?"

"Yup, if we're gonna try and make this work, you can't be afraid to let the whole world know you like a 'nub'," Freddie told her.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Alright, whatever."

"And the other thing that's in this contract," Freddie said. "Is the agreement that in the even that this relationship doesn't work out, for whatever reason, we're not going to hold it over each other. We'll got back to being friends, just like before. I don't want to risk loosing our friendship, Sam."

Sam nodded. "Yeah…okay fine, I'll sign this stupid contract."

"Thank you," Freddie said, handing her a pen.

"So," Sam said, handing him the contract back. "What do we do now?"

"Well," Freddie said, holding out his hand for her. "We can go have our official first date at the Groovy Smoothie?"

Sam smiled, taking Freddie's hand. "Sounds good to me."