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~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sam's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I open my eyes and-Oh god that light hurts! I squint and blink a few times before I can see clearly. Wait- this isn't my room or Carly's house. Oh my god, I'm not wearing anything but my boxers! (A/N: I think Sam would wear boxers :P)

I see some clothes in a heap on the floor, where was my blouse? I sigh and pull on a grey t-shirt that says: Couch Potato Chips.

I hear someone groan, I'm almost afraid to check who it is. I close my eyes and turn my head, one eye opens.

FREDDIE!

OH MY GOD!

I try to remember last night.

Dancing. Dancing and laughter, and I remember dancing with this guy. I remember my hands in his hair; I remember tracing the scar on his neck. Was it real? Was that all a dream? Maybe Freddie and me did nothing but fall asleep in the same room.

"Fre-Freddie?" Was that my voice? It was so weak and scared, nothing like me.

Freddie groans, and slowly opens his eyes, then notices he's not in his room and his eye's shoot open.

"Sam?!?!?" He's panicking, "Sam?! Oh my god Sam! Oh no! Please tell me we didn't!"

I sigh, "Only one way to know, come here."

He obeys and stumbles over to where I'm sitting.

"Wait what are you-"

I shush him and run my hand through the back of his head until it reaches his neck.

I trace his scar.

"Ow! Sam! Ow! Sam stop that hurts!"

I close my eyes as tears escape.

"It didn't hurt when I did that last night."

He is silent for a few minutes, but it feels like hours.

"What, what if you're, you know." His voice is scared and afraid.

I let my face bury itself into his chest as the tears escape.

The comforter is so soft. Like the displays they have at sears. I feel fingers running through my curls. I grab onto the back of his neck and pull him closer. We're kissing, but nothing like that one other time, we're biting each others lips and their's tongue and theirs no "what if" feelings, all we can think about is the other person.

Freddie helps me up and I put my jeans on, I look under the bed for my blouse before finding it.

"Freddie, aren't you going to put a shirt on?" I ask, giving him a look.

He's silent for a second, and then blushes.

"Umm, you're wearing my shirt."

I flush and quickly ask him to turn around so I can change, does it matter? He probably remembers what I look like topless anyway

Nobody else is here, so we can't hitch a ride with someone.(A/N: they're 15) So we take the bus home. I check my phone, five knew texts from Carly.

"Sam, where r u?"

"Sam, u ok?"

"Sam?!?!? I left with Ryan like an hour ago, r u stayin?"

"Is Freddie their?"

"Call me when u get my txt's"

I sigh and press the 2nd button; she's my first speed dial. (I guess 1st if your phone company doesn't count.)

Instead of answering with a 'hello?' like she normally does, I instead get a:

"Sam? What's your problem? Where are you?"

" Chill Carls! I'm fine, Freddie too. We're on the bus. We'll be at your place in like five minutes." I pause for a moment before adding, " When did you leave?"

"I thought I might have to stay with the way you were dancing *laugh* but then you stopped to get a drink, so Ryan took me for a ride on the back of his motorcycle. So romantic! But don't change the subject. Where were you?" Her voice was calm, at least when she was talking about Ryan.

I glance over at Freddie, worry written all over his face. I can't tell her now, not over the phone. Maybe I'll never tell her.

"Me and Freddie, um you see I got wicked wasted, so Freddie had to stay and make sure I was alright." Freddie glances up at me, I shrug and he nods.

"Ugh Sam! Seriously? Well Freddie owes me, I was able to convince his mom that he was at Gibby's."

Something inside of me snaps, how dare she blame me! She begs me to come, and when I come theirs nothing non-alcoholic except punch, but that turns out to be spiked?

Her party! Her Ryan! Ryan's punch!…. my virginity.

"You begged me to come! I drank the stupid punch! I didn't know it was spiked! God Carly!" Towards the end of my rant my voice breaks as I hold back the tears.

Carly is silent for a while.

"I'm really sorry Sam." Then she hangs up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Freddie's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I can barely look at Sam, I feel so invaded. This is so awkward.

What's to become of our friendship? Yeah I think of Sam as my friend. I glance up at her; she is putting her phone back in her pocket. She looks pale and sick and upset. Where was the fierce girl I knew?

I pull out my phone and type her a text, I can hardly look at her, how could I talk to her?

She pulls my shirt off, "let's do it." She whispers. I nod. Our lips are intertwined and she pulls my hand to her blouse, so I assume she wants me to unbutton it, we're so close.

I bounce out of my flashback, so it was her idea? I then remember my phone.

"Sam, we need 2 talk, this is weird."

Her phone buzz's and she reads my text. She looks up at me, she nods.


A/N: Yeah I know the tone is a lot more depressing then the first one. The first was supposed to be them having fun, and this is the result unfortunately. Poor Sam and Freddie Thankfully they'll recover, (promise!)