Chapter four: Busted

"Love is the irresistable desire to be desired irresistibly."

~Louis Ginsburg

The webshow had just ended with Freddie saying "We're clear," and then he gave the girls their well-deserved high fives.

It was like any other ordinary night.

"Hey, Carls, you wanna get smoothies?" Sam asked as Freddie put his arm around her.

"Sure," Carly nodded. "Let's head out now before it gets too late."

She started walking towards the door, but Sam called out, "I didn't mean together. I mean you just pick us up a smoothie. You know, a smoothie to go."

Carly rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll bring back some smoothies. But I know what game you're playing. You two just want to be alone. Well, I'll take my time then. Later." And with that she left, leaving Sam and Freddie alone in the studio. However, they didn't feel like kissing. Yet.

They walked down the stairs hand in hand. When they reached the bottom, the apartment was oddly silent.

"Where's Spencer?" Sam asked.

Freddie shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he left to get more diapers for his diaper sculpture."

"Maybe."

A smirk crossed Freddie's face. "You know what this means right?"

Sam also had a devious smirk on her face. "Yeah, I do. We have the whole apartment to ourselves."

Freddie grinned as Sam put her arms around his neck and kissed him, lightly at first, but the longer they kissed each other, the more heated it got, and the more their teenage hormones bubbled.

Freddie's tongue had entered Sam's mouth. They've never kissed each other like this before. Ever. Sam felt all giddy on the inside, but played it cool on the outside. They were so thankful to have this time together.

"Freddie?"

It was nice while it lasted.

Sam and Freddie immediately pulled away and faced the door. Freddie's mom was standing there staring at them in shock. She knew they were dating, but she's never seen them kiss before.

"Hi, mom." Freddie smiled nervously at his mom. He was sure she had seen, but in case she hadn't, he was acting like nothing happened.

"Fredward Benson," his mom said, slamming the door, "I came over here to tell you its almost time for your tic bath, but instead of you hanging out with your friends, I see you eating your girlfriend!"

"Mom, I wasn't eating her. Can we please not talk about this now?" Freddie said, obviously embarassed.

"No, Freddie, we will talk about this now." His mom crossed her arms.

Sam raised an eye brow. "Knock much?"

Mrs. Benson rolled her eyes at Sam's comment. "Freddie, you're coming home with me now."

"But, mo-om, no one else is here. I don't want Sam to be here all alone." Just as Freddie said this, Spencer walked in with bags of diapers.

"She's not alone. Spencer is here." Mrs. Benson grabbed Freddie's arm. "Let's go." She dragged him out of the apartment, leaving behind an annoyed Sam and a confused Spencer.

...

Sam shut her locker angrily and Carly flinched.

"Sam, you need to calm down."

"I'm not calming down ever. Mrs. Benson totally flipped out for no reason. She took Freddie's phone away so he can't text me, and his laptop was taken by her too so we cant email each other. I haven't seen Freddie all weekend. It's like his mom, that wildebeest, has him under house arrest or something."

Carly sighed and leaned against her locker. "Just think, you can see him at school."

Sam tried to laugh. "Really?" Then her expression turned dead serious. "'Cause I don't see him at all."

Carly rolled her eyes at how miserable Sam was acting. But Carly got lucky because Freddie rounded the corner right then and there. Sam's face lit up.

"Hey, Sam."

"Oh my God, Fredweird. Where have you been? I've been spazzing out all weekend. Next time get in contact with me somehow. Don't freak me out like that ever again," She said, smacking his arm playfully.

"Chill. My mom was just being over protective."

Sam snorted, "That's the understatement of the year."

Freddie ignored that and then grabbed Sam's hand promtly. "While I was trapped in my apartment," he said, "my mother made me watch videos on how to keep your hormones at an even level. Crazy, right?"

Sam nodded.

"It gets crazier, believe it or not."

"Oh, come on. How can it get crazier than-"

"She gave me the talk," He said, rushing his words out.

Sam went silent and just stared at Freddie. Carly started feeling uncomfortable, so she left for homeroom early.

"What did you say to your mom about that?" Sam asked in a low voice.

"I told her that she didn't have to worry about that ever."

Sam's face was expressionless. "Ever?"

"Is that a problem?" He asked her, suddenly confused.

"Pft. No. No, that's not a problem. Come on. Let's get to homeroom," Sam said, pulling Freddie along down the hallways of Ridgeway.

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