Only three days after their encounter on the stairs, Freddie and Sam found themselves running down the hall to the very same staircase.

"Did you see Spencer's face when he found out it was you screaming and not a goblin? He was so pissed off!" Freddie yelled as they reached the top of the staircase.

"Yeah, and then he had the nerve to call us crazy? He was the one who believed you when you said a green goblin lived behind his door!" Sam laughed out. She jumped over the first three steps and then stopped.

"What?" Freddie asked as Sam sat down on the third step.

"Well, Carly said she wants to start doing Wake up Spencer with us. I told her I was all for it. But, now I'm doubting that. I mean it's--"

"Our thing, I know. She brought it up to me, too." he sat down next to her and rubbed his still sore left knee.

"What'd you say," Sam asked. She smirked and cleared her throat to make a deeper voice, "Oh,. Carly of course you can! Because I love you," she rolled her eyes and batted her eye lashes before replying in a sickly sweet high pitched voice, "Freddie you know it's never going to happen."

Freddie let out a muffled snort, "I said no."

"Wow. What?" Sam stood up and walked down two more steps. Freddie followed suit.

"I said no. I told her that we started it and the viewers wouldn't like it if she just magically showed up behind the camera yelling, "Green goblin!" and jumping around talking about a broom falling in love with Spencer." Freddie leaned against the railing and sighed, "I didn't want to tell her that it was just a you and me thing. Well, and Spencer."

Sam nodded throughout his conversation with her. When he finished, she pushed his shoulder, "Wow. You didn't tell her you loved her? At all? Good boy, you're learning! Mama must be a good teacher."

"I don't love her anymore."

"Nice one, I must be rubbing off on you. That lie was totally believable."

"I'm serious!"

"You are?" She pushed her index finger into his chest. Freddie nodded.

"Why didn't you tell Carly it was a you and me thing…ugh, and Spencer."

Freddie looked around. He knew the answer. Carly wanted to get in between them so they couldn't get closer. They couldn't be together, "It's getting late, Sam. I better get back to bed."

"You mean early? It's 4:30 in the morning!"

"Yeah. Anyways…" He turned to leave but found himself being pushed down to the ground. Memories flashed before his eyes as she pinned his wrists down.

"Truth, Benson. Now."

"Um, Carly wouldn't get it."

"Yes she would."

Sam smirked and leaned down next to his right ear, "I know your weaknesses, Benson, and I happen to be one of them." Sam immediately pushed herself up the slightest amount. Freddie closed his eyes and hoped to feel her move back down before he lost all control.

But he didn't have oodles of self control. And he knew for a fact that Sam didn't. So he opened his eyes. When Sam knew his eyes were open she scooted back down to where she originally was, "You ready to tell me? It's the only way your getting up to hide from me."

"No."

"Good." Sam pulled her hips down to his thighs and began shifting. She was going to make him crazy if it was the last thing she did. She knew what he was going to say, but she needed to hear it from him.

Freddie was closing his eyes again, scared she'd move too much on top of him. He finally found a few words to speak.

"Fine, because I don't want Carly there."

"And why don't you want Carly there?"

"Because I only want you--" Freddie stopped when he felt her hips too close to him.

"Me? What about me?" She smoothed her hands over his chest and smiled.

Freddie didn't want to admit a thing. And she couldn't see his pants. But, most likely, she could feel it. He found the courage to flip them over. He heard her groan as her head hit the stairs.

"I gotta go." and he left as quickly as he could.

His mother, luckily, hadn't seen his pants this time, but she did see him running in at 5 am in the morning.

"Fredward Benson!" was the last thing Freddie heard as he let the cool water wash over his body in the shower.

Sam, on the other hand, heard nothing. She heard her own thinking and her own breathing. But she heard nothing but the peacefulness she longed to keep with her for just another hour.