AN-This chapter is rated T too :)
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Goody
"So let's let the girl's night festivities begin!" Carly said happily as her and Sam sat up in her room. "We have cheesy movies, nail polish, cookie dough, and tons of fashion magazine."
"Oh goody…" Sam said, her voice dripping in sarcasm. "You sure this isn't Carly Night?"
"Come on, this is the one night I've finally been able to drag you away from Freddie," Carly said. "Can't you improve your attitude?"
"Sorry, I can only act so excited for nail polish," Sam replied.
"Which movie should we watch first?" Carly asked, ignoring Sam's comment. "The one where the girl tries to get over her ex-boyfriend by staring her own garlic business, or the one where the girl is actually dating a set of identical twins, but doesn't realize?"
"I don't know," Sam sighed. "They both sound horrible."
"Sam!" Carly moaned, frustrated. "If you didn't want to hang out tonight, you should've just said so!"
"I do!" Sam said quickly. "It's just…listen, could-could we actually skip to the, um, girl talk part of the night?"
"You hate girl talk," Carly frowned.
"Well…I sort of have something on my mind," Sam admitted.
"Oh! Okay!" Carly said excitedly, tossing the movies aside. "Well then spill! What's up? Is it about you and Freddie?"
"Um…sort of," Sam nodded.
Carly let out a gasp. "Are you guys okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine," Sam said. "We're really good, actually. That's sort of the problem."
"Huh?" Carly said, confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean…you know we've been dating for like, ten months now, right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Carly nodded.
"It's just…well, don't repeat this, but I really love him," Sam said heavily.
"Well duh!" Carly laughed. "Anybody could see that, you guys are adorable together! I'm still not seeing the problem, though."
"I mean…Freddie and I spend a ton of time together and everything," Sam said. "And we probably make-out like, five or six times a day-"
"I'd say ten," Carly said.
"Same thing," Sam said dismissively. "Anyway, we, you know, make-out a lot, but-but that's all we do. And-And I just think, well, I really think, I-I want to go further with him."
Carly's eyes widened. "You-You mean…further."
"Yes, Carly, as in sex," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"I-Wow," Carly said.
"Yeah," Sam said, her cheeks slightly reddening. "I just don't know how to bring it up to Freddie. I know guys are usually the eager ones in the relationship when it comes to that, but you know Freddie. He likes taking things slow and being reasonable and blah, blah, blah."
"Yeah, that-that does sound like him," Carly nodded.
"So what do I do?" Sam asked. "I mean, you haven't ever…you know?"
"No," Carly said. "I'm still trying to find a date to a prom, after all. But, um…well, I guess if I was in your situation, I-I'd talk to Freddie."
"Ugh! You weren't supposed to say that!" Sam moaned.
"Well Sam, it's kind of something that would require both of you," Carly pointed out.
"But it's gonna be so awkward," Sam said. "And-And…what if he doesn't want to?"
"Well then at least he knows you're ready, so he'll let you know when he's ready then," Carly said. "But he might be just as ready as you! That's why you need to talk to him."
"Yeah…I guess I can't get out of that," Sam sighed. She rested her chin on top of her knees. "But what if…never mind."
"No, tell me," Carly said.
"What if…what if I'm really bad at it?" Sam mumbled under her breath. "I mean…I don't have experience."
Carly laughed. "Well neither does Freddie! I mean, I can't exactly give you any pointers, but I think that once you and Freddie, you know…start, it will just sort of…come to you. It will probably won't be like something out of the movies the first time, but that's what's special about it!"
Sam grinned. "You really think so?"
"Sure," Carly nodded. "Everyone has to start out with no experience at some point, right?"
"Yeah…that's true," Sam said. "Okay, I-I guess I can talk to Freddie tomorrow."
"Great, let me know how it goes," Carly said. "But, um, you don't have to give me the whole story."
…..
The next evening, Sam knocked on Freddie's door, feeling nervous, anxious, and a little bit excited.
"Hey," Freddie smiled, opening up a few seconds later, wasting no time in pulling Sam into his arms, kissing her deeply.
"Hey yourself," Sam smirked when they finally pulled away, resting her head on his chest.
"Good news," Freddie said, his hands still wrapped around her waist. "My mom is working a double shift at the hospital tonight. We have the apartment to ourselves until tomorrow afternoon."
"Awesome," Sam said, craning her neck up to kiss him again. "It will be much more relaxing around here without Crazy trying to sterilize me every five minutes."
Freddie chuckled. "Hey, wait here, I picked up some Fat Cakes for us to have."
"You mean for me to have," Sam corrected.
"It was worth a try," Freddie sighed, retreating into the kitchen.
Sam bit the corner of her lip, trying to work up the nerve to talk to Freddie. She really wasn't good at this sort of stuff…
"So, um, Freddie?" Sam said, joining her boyfriend in the kitchen. "I, um…I wanted to sort of talk to you about something."
"Oh," Freddie said. "Well…that's a coincidence. I, um, actually wanted to talk to you about something tonight too."
"Oh!" Sam said. "Well…go ahead. What's up?"
"No, you can go first," Freddie said quickly. "You were about to anyway."
"No, that's okay," Sam said, happy to get an excuse to postpone this. "Go ahead."
"I-Alright," Freddie conceded. "It's…here, come sit down."
He led Sam to the kitchen table.
"Is everything okay?" Sam frowned.
"What? Yeah!" Freddie nodded. "Yeah, it's-it's nothing like that. I just…look, Sam, you know I love you, right? More than anything in this world."
"I know," Sam smiled.
"And-And these past ten months and sixteen days of us dating have been…incredible. I wouldn't trade them for anything."
"Um…where are you going with this?" Sam asked slowly. "Because this kind of sounds like a break-up speech…"
"No!" Freddie exclaimed at once. "No, I'm not breaking up with you, Sam! I just…look, this is a little…awkward to bring up. I just want to let you know how much I love you because-because I want you to know I really love you. And-And I think we're really going to spend the rest of our lives together. And, you know, when-when a guy really loves a girl, he-he gets those feelings. And-And I-I don't want to pressure you into anything, but I just want to let you know, that-that I think maybe it would be a good idea for us to discuss possibly taking our relationship to that level at some point in the future."
Sam raised an eyebrow and then, not being able to help herself, began laughing.
"Obviously I don't want us to do anything until you're completely ready," Freddie said quickly. "I don't care how long you want to wait. But I just want to put it out there that-"
"Baby," Sam said, taking his hands. "That's-That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about!"
"You-Really?"
"Yes," Sam nodded. "I-I feel ready too. I love you so much…"
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that," Freddie said, kissing her again.
Sam smiled into his lips, feeling her heart race. "You said your mom wouldn't be back until tomorrow?" she whispered into his ear when they pulled apart.
"That's right," Freddie said, his voice heavy with lust.
"Then why don't we head into your room?" Sam said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Freddie nodded eagerly. "I'm liking the sound of that."
