AN-I know I already did a sort of sequel to iStage an Intervention, after Freddie makes Sam think Garry Wolf texted her, but this one is set WAY in the future. Enjoy!

Genius

"Alright, I packed up your towels and bed sheets in this box," Carly said, closing up a large cardboard box. "DVDs and excessively violent video games are in here…I have some of your shoes in this box and the rest in another one down in the storage unit and your winter clothes are-Sam!"

"Huh? What?" Sam said quickly as her and Freddie pulled apart from each other.

"Are you really going to make me pack up all your stuff for you while you just sit here making out with your fiancé?" Carly exclaimed.

"Um…would you mind?" Sam asked.

"Ugh, you two are unbelievable," Carly said, shaking her head. "Good thing you're getting married in three weeks."

"Two weeks and five days, actually," Freddie corrected her, planting a small kiss on the tip of Sam's nose. "I've been counting down the days."

"Wow, that was so mushy I think I even vomited," Carly said. "Seriously, you guys, not that I don't love watching your public displays of affection, but we need to get the rest of Sam's stuff packed up so you'll be all set to move into your fancy new house after the wedding."

"Wow, was sharing an apartment with me for four years really that bad?" Sam smirked. "You're that eager to get rid of me?"

"Hey, you know I'll practically be living at your new place," Carly smiled. She sat down next to another box. "Here, just help me go through this box of your old stuff from the storage space downstairs and I'll let you two resume your little activities."

"Fine," Sam moaned as her and Freddie got off the couch to join Carly on the floor. "What is all this stuff anyway? I don't remember any of it."

"Looks like stuff from high school," Freddie said, holding up an old Biology book with a suspicious orange stain on the cover.

"Oh yeah," Carly said, pulling out a notebook and flipping through it. "Here are all your drawings of Ms. Briggs getting attacked by hyenas."

"Oh! Give me those!" Sam said, grabbing the notebook.

"You're going to keep those?" Freddie asked.

"Shoosh yeah!" Sam nodded. "That's four years of serious doodles! You know how I hard I worked to make sure I didn't get caught?"

"I'm sure you're very proud," Freddie chuckled.

"Whoa! No way!" Carly gasped, pulling out a thick hard-covered book. "This is one of our old yearbooks!"

"Really?" Sam said. "I forgot I actually bought that. Or did I just steal it from some nub…?"

"That nub would be me," Freddie said, pointing to his name, which was written in gold stenciling at the bottom of the book.

"Oh…" Sam said lamely. "Well, good thing we're getting married and all of your stuff becomes our stuff, so no harm done!"

"Yeah, yeah," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"This is from the ninth grade," Carly said, opening up the book and turning the pages. "Wow, look how young everyone looked. Here's Wendy, back before she got those highlights. Here's that stupid French girl after she got that terrible nose job…Oh! And here's Gibby! Well, actually, Gibby still looks pretty…Gibby in this picture. Oh, and gross. Here's that stupid Gary Wolf kid."

"Aw man, he looks stupider in this picture than he did in person," Sam said.

"Hold on," Freddie said, looking at the picture. "Gary Wolf…wasn't he one of those really popular guys that had girls flocking around him all the time?"

"Yup," Carly said darkly. "What's your point?"

"Well, while I'm pleased to see your hatred for him," Freddie said. "Didn't you two used to be all in love with him?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sam said coldly. "Would you like me to start gushing over him?"

"No," Freddie said quickly.

"Besides," Carly said. "He may have been hot, but that guy was a straight-up jerk!"

"Pfft, don't have to remind me," Sam mumbled.

"Wait…what'd he do?" Freddie asked eagerly. "Did he steal candy from a child? Did he attack the elderly? I knew Mr. Pretty Boy wasn't all that he was talked up to be!"

"Don't you remember?" Carly said. "It was back in the ninth grade. Gary Scumbag Wolf texted Sam telling her that he wanted to hang out with her at the mall. You know, like, just the two of them? And do you know what happened? He totally stood her up!"

"Well look who's laughing now," Sam smirked. "Last I heard, Gary's now working as a janitor at Ridgeway and lost half his teeth and hair, while I'm sitting here, still totally hot."

"I'll say," Freddie grinned.

"I still can't believe that jerk had the nerve to act like he didn't even remember texting you about that either," Carly said, shaking her head. "The nerve!"

"Seriously!" Sam agreed.

"Um, well…actually," Freddie said slowly. "He-He may not have been acting about that."

"Huh?" Carly frowned.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Well," Freddie chuckled. "See, right before you got that text from Ruben telling you to meet him at the mall…do you remember that prank you pulled on me? You made me believe that I got Consuela's Revenge for not forwarding that chain email? You took apart my bike, you put a red sock in my washing machine, you shorted out my laptop…"

"Oh yeah," Sam grinned. "Some of my best work, if I do say so myself."

"Actually, I managed to figure out it was you all along," Freddie said proudly. "And I decided to get even with you."

"What? You never got even with me," Sam scoffed.

"Yes I did," Freddie grinned. "Gary never sent you that text, Sam."

"What are you talking about?" Sam said, confused. "It came from his phone number."

"It showed up that way because I hacked his phone," Freddie explained. "But I sent that text message so that you would go down to the mall and wait for him like some nub!"

Carly and Sam exchanged looks.

"Wait…you're the reason Sam thought she got stood up at the mall?" Carly frowned.

"Pretty impressive for a tech doof, right?" Freddie grinned.

Sam got to her feet and then, without saying anything, went into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Um…did I miss something?" Freddie asked slowly. "Why's she upset? Is she okay?"

"No she is not okay!" Carly snapped. "She just found out she's two weeks and five days away from marrying a total-total jerk-face!"

"Jerk face?" Freddie repeated.

"Yes! That's you, genius!"

"What did I do?"

"What did you do? You cannot be seriously asking that," Carly said. "I can't believe you would send her that fake text message from Gary!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Freddie said. "That was, like, ten years ago! Am I really being punished for something that happened ten years ago?"

"Well it's not like you ever came clean about it," Carly said, crossing her arms. "Besides, ten years ago or not, it was still mean."

"Mean?" Freddie laughed. "Are we forgetting all the things Sam has done to me over the years? She's put hot sauce in my boxers, dyed my hair pink, replaced my Galaxy Wars DVDs with salami-"

"Okay," Carly sighed. "So Sam's hasn't exactly been an angel to you in the past…But that whole Gary thing really hurt her. And not in the same way hot sauce in your boxers can hurt. Although I imagine that can't be too pleasant…"

"What do you mean?" Freddie asked.

"You remember how Sam used to be with guys," Carly said. "Right?"

"I've tried to push every guy Sam was with before me out of my memory," Freddie said.

Carly rolled her eyes. "Well, back in the ninth grade, and most of high school, actually, she was always really nervous around them. She'd never want to ask them out or talk to them or anything because she was afraid they would reject her because she wasn't exactly the girliest girl in school. And so when she thought Gary stood her up, she thought it was because she wasn't good enough for a guy like him."

"Why would she think she wasn't good enough just because she thought one guy stood her up?" Freddie asked. "Sam's amazing! She's beautiful and funny and talented-"

"Well you and I know that's true," Carly said. "But no girl thinks that about herself after something like that. It took Sam forever to realize that she's so much better than what she used to give herself credit for…You know, she plays it tough, but self-esteem really isn't her strong suit."

Freddie sighed. "Well…now I really do feel like a jerk-face."

Carly patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, it's like you said, it was a long time ago. But, um, if I were you, I'd get in there and see my fiancé's doing."

"Oh, right," Freddie nodded, quickly getting to his feet. He headed over to Sam's bedroom door, taking a deep breath before knocking and opening up the door.

Sam was sitting on her bed, hitting a bull's-eye she had right above her dresser with rubber bands from a homemade slingshot

"Hey," Freddie said.

Sam looked over at him. "What?"

Freddie sat down next to her. "You haven't used that slingshot in years," he commented.

Sam didn't reply as she fired the device yet again, sending another can sailing from her dresser.

"Look, Sam," Freddie said heavily. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Sam mumbled, setting the slingshot down. "It was a million years ago…and it was stupid. You were just getting me back."

"I-I didn't know how much it would hurt you," Freddie said honestly. "Really, I-I just wanted to get even about that whole Consuela's Revenge thing. I was just some dumb fourteen-year old kid who didn't even stop to think about what I was doing."

"Whatever, like I said, it's done now," Sam said.

"Baby, it obviously still bothers you if you got this upset-"

"I'm not upset!" Sam snapped, jumping to her feet and walking across the room to the window. She stared out for a few moments.

Freddie slowly got up and stood behind her, not saying a word.

"It's not like I should've expected Gary Wolf, one of the most popular guys at school back then, to like me anyway," Sam mumbled. "I wasn't exactly a guy's dream girl then…or now even."

"Well that's definitely not true," Freddie said at once. "Because I haven't been able to stop dreaming about you for years now."

He could see Sam's cheeks visibly redden, but she said nothing.

"Even back then, I don't think you realize how amazing you were," Freddie said, gently wrapping his arms around her waist. "Sure, you were loud and violent, but you definitely caught a lot of guys attention."

"You're just saying that because you're trying to make me feel better," Sam said.

"No," Freddie said. "A lot of guys liked you."

"They liked Carly."

"No, they liked you," Freddie told her. "You remember Paul Kensington?"

"Who?" Sam frowned.

"The kid in the AV club who used to always wear two different socks to school," Freddie replied.

"Oh…yeah. So?"

"Well, he liked you a lot," Freddie said. "He used to always ask me to set you two up. But then I saw him eating a low fat Fat Cake and knew you wouldn't be able to deal with him."
Sam gave a small smile. "He really liked me?"

Freddie nodded. "And then there was William Turner, that guy on the baseball team. He was in my biology class in the tenth grade and I used to see him doodling your name in his notebook."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

Sam looked down at her feet. "You know I wouldn't have dated either of those guys…they weren't my type."

"I'm glad," Freddie chuckled playfully. He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. "I'm really sorry for what I did back then. I didn't mean for you to get hurt. Please know that, Sam. And I don't want you to ever feel like you were every anything less than perfect, even back then. Gary Wolf was a moron for passing up someone as beautiful and amazing as you. But I'm so glad he did. Because now I have you in my life, about to marry me, and I couldn't be happier."

"I wouldn't have married Garry," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "There's only one guy who I'd ever wear a fancy white dress for all day, and it's you."

"And I'm the luckiest guy around because of that," Freddie said, kissing her again. "I love you so much, Sam."

"I love you too," Sam whispered back.