AN-So back in the chapter where Freddie died, (ch355) Sam put a love letter she wrote but never gave him on his grave. I got a request to make her give him that letter earlier. I thought the oneshot actually worked better with just another love letter, though, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Stars

"Well, baby, we made it," Freddie smiled, putting his arm around his girlfriend. "One year together."

"Who would've thought," Sam grinned, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Everyone probably thought we would've murdered each by now," Freddie said.

"Yeah, well, we've had a few close calls," Sam chuckled.

"But we always manage to work things out," Freddie said.

The couple was sitting out on Freddie's fire escape, looking up at the stars. They had just gotten back from their special date, and since his mother wasn't home, Freddie was taking advantage to the opportunity to keep Sam around as long as he could.

"Would you have ever imagined having a one-year anniversary with me five years ago?" Sam asked softly.

"Well would you have imagined having one with me?" Freddie pointed out.

Sam gave him a small smile. "Nah…I guess if someone told me that I'd fall madly in love with your nubby self, I would've punched them silly."

"And I probably would've passed out if someone told me that I'd fall madly in love with a certain blonde-headed demon," Freddie said. He placed a gentle kiss on Sam's lips. "But I'm sure glad I did."

Sam squeezed his hand. "Thanks for tonight, by the way, baby. It was great. Good food, fancy show…"
"Anything for you," Freddie said. "Oh, and I have one more thing for you."

"What?" Sam asked as Freddie dug into his pocket. He pulled out a small box and opened it up to reveal a beautiful silver necklace with a tiny purple heart.

"Whoa," Sam said softly, staring at the jewelry. "Freddie, you-you didn't have to get me that. It probably cost you a fortune. And-And you just spent all that money on the dinner and tickets for the show-"

"Sam, don't worry about that," Freddie said, stringing the necklace around her neck.

"But-But I didn't get you anything," Sam whispered, playing with the tiny charm in her fingers.

"Sam, you've given me enough tonight just by being with me," Freddie said, wrapping both arms around her.

Sam laughed. "You don't hear yourself when you talk, do you? How can you handle being that cheesy?"

"Do you want me to stop?" Freddie smirked knowingly.

"Mmm, maybe tomorrow," Sam said, leaning her chin up to kiss him.

"You know," Freddie said, taking in the moment. "I know we're going to have a lot more anniversaries together, baby. I love you so much; you have really just-just made my life so perfect."

Sam blushed and stared back up at the stars, enjoying the feel of her boyfriend's arms around her. "I love you too," she said. Then she turned around and looked right at him. "Hey, actually, you know…I-I do have something for you."

"Sam, you don't have to-"

"I already have it, so just shut up and take it," Sam said firmly, and then quickly kissing the tip of his nose so he would know she didn't mean that. She reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope. She looked at for a few seconds, holding it tightly in her hands, and then she handed it to Freddie. "Here."

"What is it?" Freddie asked, starting to open the envelope.

"No, don't-don't open it now," Sam said. "Wait until tonight, after I leave."

"Why?" Freddie questioned.

"Just do it," Sam said. "For me?"

"Okay," Freddie said. "For you."

…..

"I wish my mom wasn't on her way back up," Freddie sighed as him and Sam stood outside the Shay's door later that evening.

"I know," Sam smiled as the couple shared on last kiss. "But we both know if Crazy found me at your place at two in the morning, she'd never let you out of her sight again."

"Yeah," Freddie nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, though."

"More like afternoon," Sam smirked. "Carly's probably waiting for me inside and isn't going to let me sleep until she pumps every detail of our date out of me."

"Of course," Freddie chuckled.

Just then they heard footsteps coming from around the corner of the hallway.

"That's her," Freddie whispered.

"Bye," Sam said, quickly opening the Shay's door.

"Bye Princess Puckett," Freddie replied, hurrying back into his own home.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, his mother came through the door.

"Fredward Benson!" she exclaimed, catching sight of her teenage son. "What do you think you're doing up at this hour? A growing boy needs sleep! You have a ten o'clock bedtime for a reason!"

"Well maybe if you didn't wake me up twice a night for your insane fire drills," Freddie mumbled under his breath.

Marissa gasped. "Sass from my little Freddikins? What has that no good Puckett done to you?"

"I'm not sassing," Freddie said quickly, rolling his eyes. "I'm going to bed now. Good night."

"I'll be in shortly to tuck you in!"
"No!" Freddie frowned.

He retreated back to his bedroom and kicked off his shoes. It really had been the perfect night. Well, other than his mother's little episode back there, but that was practically inevitable. He was just about to pull of his jeans and put on some sweats when he felt the envelope Sam had given him in his pocket. He pulled it out, wondering what it could possibly contain that Sam didn't want him to see in front of him.

Freddie sat down on his bed and carefully opened the envelope. A single sheet of lined paper fell out, and Freddie instantly spotted Sam's less-than-neat handwriting on it.

Freddie, it read. I don't know if I'm ever going to give this to you, but if you're reading this, that means I did. Or you were snooping around in my room, in which case, you have exactly three seconds to put this back before I pound your face in.

This is a love letter. I've never actually written one of these things before, so if it sucks, it's not my fault. So here it goes…

I love you. I guess I sort of have to start with that, don't I? Well, anyway, it's true. I know I don't exactly scream it out loud like you do for me, but that doesn't mean I don't still feel it. Carly always claims she falls in love with boys every other week, but I know that it's not the same as what I feel for you. I know I bug the chiz out of you, but if I didn't have you around, I think I'd be lost. You make me feel so special all the time, even when I don't deserve it. You're the best boyfriend there is out there, and just thinking about how your mine makes me all smiley and giggly…it's sickening sometimes. We've been together for a year now, and it has been the best year of my life. Every day, you told me I was beautiful. Every day you'd listen to me rant about something. Every single day you've held my and kissed me and made me realize how lucky I am. I love you, Freddie. So, so much. I hope you know that.

Freddie reread the letter again, his face absolutely beaming. This letter was the best thing he had ever gotten. He had always known Sam loved him. She said it on those rare occasions when they were completely alone and there was no risk of anyone around finding out that Sam Puckett actually had feelings. But to have this letter, to know that she actually took the time to put this together for him…it was something else.

He placed the letter down on his nightstand and pulled out his phone. He saw he had one new text message from Sam.

Did you read it yet? Sam's message read.

Freddie grinned. Yeah, he typed back. You have no idea how much that meant to me Sam. Thank you.

After another minute, he got another response back from her.

You're not the only one who knows how to be cheesy, Benson.