Sorry it took me so long! My beta sent it to me days ago, but I just checked my inbox now! If you don't remember, in the last chapter there was a colourful collection of tubes, and a small fire. Enjoy!

***A very special thanks goes to Tech-Man for generally being awesome and for being my beta***

Freddie unfolded the scrap of paper that Sam had given him for the millionth time. It was funny, in kind of a sick way, how obsessed he was becoming with that stupid little piece of paper. He had been folding/unfolding and staring at since he'd been banished to his room. The piece of paper was important, because right now it was mocking him. Mocking him for staying in his room and not going with Sam; only an inanimate object from her could have this kind of effect on him.

Sam's master plan was simple; call a pizza place and when the delivery guy arrived sneak out while his mother was distracted. Then take the #64 bus to the party house. Easy enough, considering the #64 made hourly stops at the bus stop less than a block away from his house. It was all too easy; something he could do with out even thinking!

Resolutely, Freddie folded the paper and shoved it into his back pocket for the final time. He couldn't go to a party like that, there'd be partying, dancing, drinking, drugs, and who knew what else!

Determined to get his mind off things Freddie flopped onto his bed, and pulled the blanket up over his head trying to block out all the thoughts racing through his mind. Evidently, it didn't work, because the next thing Freddie's cruel and twisted imagination showed him was Sam and Thomas dancing, then Thomas grabbing Sam, and kissing her. The worst part of all was when Sam started kissing Thomas back.

With a groan Freddie threw the covers off his body. He had rescue Sam from being used by Thomas. Sure she probably would hurt him and never thank him, but he was her…friend. He couldn't let her get hurt, he loathed seeing Sam hurt.

Thankfully, he hadn't bothered to change into his pajamas; maybe it was fate because now all he had to do was call the pizza guy and sneak onto the fire escape that was outside his mother's bedroom window.

"Yes, I'd like to order an extra large cheese and anchovies pizza," Freddie whispered into the phone He gave the pizza guy his address after making sure he had the order correct.

As Freddie cautiously listened to the noises out side his door he prayed his mother would never find out about all of this. If she found out he snuck out again to go rescue Sam she'd punish both of them.

Waiting seemed to take hours and Freddie had never hated Verk's Pizza more than he did now. Finally when there was a knock at the door and he heard his mother head downstairs to answer. Freddie chose that moment and made a dash to her room.

Quietly, he slid open the window and stepped out into the chilly Seattle night, sliding the window shut once he was out. He started descending the stairs and he could have sworn he heard his mother ask why there was a strange boy in a red suit trying to sell disgusting pizza at her door.

Freddie stared in shock at the inside of the house. Couples were everywhere, some making out, some drinking, some dancing, others smoking and some managing to do all four at the same time. It was both amazing and disgusting at the same time.

The music was so loud he could feel the bass rhythm pounding throughout his body, probably causing a massive internal damage in the process. To top it all off, the place was packed to the breaking point. Where there weren't couples there were couples on the verge of creation, drunk people, people dancing, or people smoking; many of them experts at the skilled art of multi-tasking.

"Hey there!" a pretty, but nervous sounding voice came from behind Freddie.

"HI!" Freddie yelled, turning around to face a cute girl in a pink sundress.

"My name's Shelby, I just moved here!" she shouted back, sticking out her hand to shake his.

"I'm Freddie, and welcome to Seattle!" Freddie replied, shaking her hand.

"Thanks! I'm going to Ridgeway."

"That's where I go! I'm actually looking for someone who goes there too, did you here anyone talking about a meat-obsessed blonde named Sam?"

Shelby titled her head to the side; trying to think as well as one could with all the noise.

"I can't be sure, but I think she might be upstairs."

"Ok, thanks Shelby, talk to you later!"

"Bye Freddie!" she called after him as he raced up the stairs. He felt bad leaving such a nice girl alone at such a scary party, but he really needed to find Sam. Honestly, he wasn't even sure what Shelby was doing here; it didn't look like she was completely comfortable. Maybe she was just trying to get to know people, and had no idea what she was getting herself into; either way Freddie pledged to check on her before he left with Sam. Assuming of course he could convince Sam to leave with him.

Not paying attention Freddie turned the corner at the top of the stairs and ran right into a girl about his height with blonde hair. It was the fake stuff that was dyed, not anything like Sam's golden locks.

"Hey there cutie," the girl said seductively as Freddie went to walk around her, muttering his apologizes.

"You want a drink?" she asked, holding out a red cup, and stepping to the side to block his way. This time Freddie got a good look at the girl. Too much make-up, fake blonde hair, low cut tank top, mini-skirt, and leather boots. Plus her illegal accessory, the red cup, from which the faint aroma of alcohol invaded Freddie's senses..

"No thanks."

"Wanna make out?" she fluttered her long stick on eyelashes and played with her bra strap while smiling sexily at him.

"Actually, I'm looking for someone, do you know Sam Puckett?" he asked nervously.

"Duh, she's easy to spot. All the guys are always all over her, she's a total whore."

Before he could stop himself Freddie grabbed the girl's left arm tightly and yanked her forward.

"Sam is not a whore, she is my girlfriend. Now tell me where she is," he growled through slightly clenched teeth.

"She's in the living room," the girl said breezily, not affected by Freddie's anger at all. "You must be Freddie then. Wow. It's a miracle a loser like you could date her. I mean you're hot, but so lame." The girl pulled her arm away from Freddie's loosened grip and took a sip out of the red cup.

Brushing off the girl's comments, Freddie ran back downstairs and skidded to the left, where he was hoping he'd either run into the living room or at least the kitchen.

Success! He confirmed this as a room where living goes on, and started scanning it for Sam. There seemed to be a lot of boys his age, and older, sort of in a circle around some girl…with blonde hair…blonde curly hair. It was a girl with blonde curly hair that was currently dancing with Thomas, and holding a red cup in her hand. As soon as he sure it was Sam; his temperature rose a few 100 degrees and smoke started pouring out his ears.

For a moment he just watched, letting his anger rise while seeing her balance dancing and drinking, not to mention soaking up all the attention from the crowd of boys around her. She seemed insanely happy and giddy which was pretty out of characer for her.

"WA-HOOO!" Sam yelled, suddenly throwing her hands up in the air, spilling only a little of her drink in the process. Thomas chuckled, then grabbed her by her waist and spun her around to face him. Freddie felt himself starting to run; this was just like the nightmare he had imagined. Sure enough, Thomas leaned down and pressed his greasy-slime-ball lips to Sam's perfect ones.

Unlike his foul vision though, Sam yanked away slapping Thomas across the face, hard, just as Freddie arrived.

"Nice try loser," Sam cackled as Thomas glared at her and tried to shrug off her rejection, not to mention the pain.

"SAM!" Freddie yelled in relief grabbing her gently by the arm.

"FREDDIE!" Sam yelled back, giving him a brief, but painful hug. Oh geez, if she was giving him hugs she must wasted.

"Everyone, this is my boy-toy Fredgeek," she announced, causing all the teenagers in the room to look at them briefly.

"WHOO!" everyone responded, then turned back to what ever they'd been doing.

Lazily Sam stepped farther away from Thomas and draped her arms around Freddie's neck.

"So why ya here Fredgeek?" she asked innocently. Freddie tried to not focus on her closeness, and rather on the fact that her breath didn't smell like beer, it smelt like…sugar.

Putting that at the back of his mind, he swung Sam's arms off him easily, and turned to face Thomas.

"To do this," he muttered, pulling back his fist, "This is for kissing my girl," Freddie hissed, aiming his fist right at Thomas' nose where it made perfect contact. Who knew fake dating Sam would make him so violent!

"That was hot." Sam commented as Thomas fell to the ground, quickly drawing a large crowd around the three of them.

Freddie blushed at what Sam had said prior to noticing that almost everyone was staring at him, and whoever controlled the music for the living room had turned it almost all the way down. Of course, he could still hear the music from the other rooms, but there was an awkward silence resonating in the living room, besides Thomas' groans.

"We're going home now." Freddie informed his fake girlfriend.

"Come on Freddie, have some fun! Todd, turn the music back up!" Sam commanded, and Todd, who must have been the DJ obeyed. Everyone gave Thomas one last look, before ignoring him and continuing their dancing right around him.

"Pleaseeeee Freddie," Sam whispered, pressing herself against him.

Holy mother of fudge balls. Quickly Freddie took a step back before his male hormones could take control. Sam smirked at him then took a sip of what ever was in the red cup.

Without saying a word Freddie grabbed her drink, just in case it was beer, and threw it too the ground. As much as he wanted to stay and erm…"dance" with Sam what ever she had been drinking was making her act weird, and she was bound to take it too far. He knew he'd look back and hate himself for not staying, but someone had to be responsible in this fictional relationship.

"Heyyy, that was good!" Sam whined.

"Too bad we're leaving."

"Like you can tell me what to do."

"I'm not telling you what to do, I'm taking you to get a smoothie," Freddie lied, glad Sam was too out of it to realize he'd just invented that now.

"SMOOTHIE TIME!" Sam yelled, doing a very odd happy dance, causing both Freddie and Thomas to laugh.

"Stay here Sammie, you know you'll have more fun with me, than with this nub," Thomas winked at her as he stood up.

Sam looked at Freddie with wide blue eyes; he simply took her hand and gave it a quick squeeze. She looked away for a moment, and then looked with back at Freddie with a mischievous smile on her face. Without waiting for him to ask she went on her tiptoes and whispered her plan in his ear.

"We should get a picture of me dancing with Thomas or something, so then Mackenzie will dump him; all according to the plan, and then I get my smoothie." Great, Sam was even more devious and cunning than he was when she was intoxicated by something.

Reluctantly he let go of her hand and nodded, pulling out his Pear-Phone; while Sam started dirty dancing with Thomas. Quick as he could, he snapped a few pictures and even a short video for good measure, making sure to zoom in on where Thomas' hands rested on Sam's butt. Placing his phone back in his pocket, Freddie gently, but firmly pulled Sam away from Thomas, and swung at his face. This time there was a waterfall of blood spewing from Thomas' nose when Freddie pulled away. No one in the living room even noticed this time when Thomas hit the ground, holding onto his nose.

Silently Freddie led Sam out of the living room trying to track down Shelby before they left.

"Sam, what were you drinking?" Freddie asked as they weaved their way through the crowd.

"Not beer," she admitted.

"Then what?"

"Peppy-Cola," she giggled, "Lots and lots of Peppy Cola!"

Freddie stopped suddenly, and pulled her into a hug, burying his face in her messy hair.

"I'm really proud of you Sam."

"No chiz, you better be! Anyway, YOU'RE GETTING ME A SMOOTHIEEEEE!" Sam shrieked, pulling away and throwing her arms above her head. Hyper Sam had a very one-track mind.

"You must be Sam!" a slightly familiar voice giggled from behind them.

"Shelby!" Freddie grinned, turning around.

"Hiya guys! Is this your girlfriend Freddie?" Shelby asked smiling at them.

"Sorta, it's complicated," Freddie tried to explain as Sam clambered up onto his back, apparently wanting a piggyback ride.

"I'm Sam, and if you try to kiss Freddie I'll hurt you," Sam said seriously to Shelby from where she was perched on Freddie's back.

"It's ok, Freddie's not my type Sam," Shelby assured her.

"YAY!" Sam yelled, grinning hugely.

Freddie smirked at the two girls, before he readjusted Sam on his back. For some one who ate so much bacon she was pretty light.

"Anyhow, I guess we're going to get smoothies, and this party kind of sucks, do you want to come with us?" Freddie asked, as Sam poked the back of his head lightly.

"Sounds good!" Shelby agreed happily, hurriedly following Freddie and Sam out the door toward the bus stop.

"You know, you punching Thomas was pretty entertaining," Sam said out of the blue as the trio waited for the bus.

"Why's that?" Freddie asked smiling, while Shelby watched the two, looking just as curious.

"Well, I have always liked seeing you all feisty Freddnubs."

I need help! First off reviews would be fantastic, but I'm enterting a writing contest. I have tried and failed to write a story under 500 words,and if I don't suceed, I thought maybe I'd enter a poem just for fun. I'm not really good at writing poetry, but I enjoy and I kinda thought, "Why not?" Anyhow, most of the poetry is on ficitionpress dot com. My user name there is MissMooMoo please check it out and tell me if you think any of the poems are less than awful! :D Thanks for waiting for this chapter, love you guys!