Freddie:

My palms are sweating like, insanely. They slide easily by eachother. Will she come? Or will I be waiting here all night like a loser? I relax, sitting on one of the chairs and looking out at the city from the fire escape. Then I get back up and lean on the railing.

It was Carly's idea to do all this. I went to her the day after it all went down and asked her what I should do. She wanted an explaination first. I understood. I was a jerk and she didn't deserve to be yelled at like that. Carly suggested letting it settle, let Sam cool down.

I didn't exactly plan what I was going to say if she came here though. I just don't know how I feel about her. When we kissed the first time, it was like, perfect. I figured it was just because it was my first, since it didn't feel that way when I kissed any other girl. But, when Sam kissed me the other night, it all came back, and it felt perfect again.

I don't know, maybe I do like her, maybe I don't. I just don't want to loose her as a friend.

"Hey." she said, making me jump.

I turned around and there she was. She looked like she didn't know what to say or do. She wasn't even out on the fire escape yet. She looked down at the ground. I move my head, signaling I want her to come stand with me. I hear her footsteps and soon she's standing next to me, looking over the city.

We stand there in silence for a while before I say, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it."

"But you we're right." she says. I look at her stunned. "I am a brat." she looks down at the roses she still has in her hands, "And i'm so stupid..."

"Don't say that." I take her hand and faced her, "You're not a brat. You're amasing. I was just angry, and I lost it. And I feel awful."

My words hung in the air for a bit. The more time passed the more nervous I got. She's never going to forgive me. I messed up too bad.

Finally, she said, "Freddie." I looked at her and she continued. "Do you like me? And don't sugar coat it or anything. Just tell me straight." she looked up at me with hesitant eyes.

I bit my lip. "Honestly, I don't know." she turned away annoyed, "I mean, I think I might. But, I don't want to tell you yes without being positive."

"What's your definition of being sure? It's not like a magic fairy comes by one day and says 'You like her.' It's your feelings, and your actions. Like now. You keep moving closer to me."

I look at the space between us. It's almost closed.

"You didn't notice, did you?" she smirks a little. "And you still have my hand."

I let go really fast, but she takes it back. She's messing with me.

She continues, "And what was with the roses?"

"I just felt really bad, you know? I went too far." I look back at the city, thinking about what she's saying. It's not like there's some big sign that tells you you love someone, you feel it. And right now, my hand is all tingly from holding her's like this.

"Well you're forgiven. I shouldn't have just punched you. I should have listened. And i'm sorry." she let's go of my hand and looks out at the view with me, but and I take her hand back.

"That's cool. I'll get even with you."

She laughs, "Yeah. Like that's gonna happen..."

I face her and lift my eyebrow, "You dont think I wont?"

She faces me, "No. Your idea of 'getting even' is taking my pencil after first period and not giving it back until 5th."

I lean in really close to her face, "Well you better watch your back Puckett, because it's my turn to win."

She get's on her tip toes, "Oh really? And how do you suppose you-"

That's when I cut her off by, uhh, blocking her mouth... in an unusual way...

Sam:

He kissed me! I can't belive he kissed me! That's so rude! Not really. How he moves his lips with mine makes me forgive him immediately.

His lips are pressed to mine, but after a few seconds they start shifting, him deepening the kiss. I let him, our lips moving in synch with eachother. I feel his free hand go up and down my arm, then settle on my hip. I rest my hand on his shoulder, then take the one entwined with his and rest it on his other shoulder. He puts his other hand on my hip and I almost gasp as he pulls me in more. I start messing with his hair, loosing my fingers in it as he deepens the kiss even more.

He pulls back, touching our foreheads.

"So..." I breathe hard, trying to catch my breath, "you're even now."

He laughs softly. I love his eyes when he laughs...