FREDDIE'S POV:

I can't believe Sam; it was our first date as an official couple, and she chooses to go watch some stupid, sappy, girly movie. Sam grabbed my hand and dragged me up to the ticket booth. I groaned and started to speak to the ticket guy.

"Can we get two tickets for that chick movie." I asked, the guy laughed and Sam jabbed me in the side

"It's called The Last Song." Sam added, jabbed me again.

"Fine, The Last Song." I rolled my eyes, collected the tickets and was once again dragged into the theather by Sam. She made me buy her popcorn, skittles, M&Ms, sour patch kids...and a diet soda. I don't really understand why she got a diet soda after buying all that junk, but hey, this is Sam were talking about.

"This movie is stupid." I wisphered over to Sam, about halfway through. Some girl, I think her name was Ronnie, was trying on dress after dress with some little boy- this sure is entertaining. Sam jabbed me in the side and told me to shut up. I never really thought she would be one to actually enjoy such a sappy movie like this.

And of course, like every chick flick I've been dragged to, it starts to get very emotional at the end. But man, this is so sad; Why did he have to go? Get a hold of yourself, Freddie- at least try and act like a man. I heard a sniffle and looked over to my right- Sam, of all people, was crying. I chuckled and wrapped my arm around her, bringing her close.

"Sam, you crying?" I asked her, a bit of playfulness in my voice.

"Yeah; its so sad." Sam sniffled, snuggling into my shoulder.

"It's alright- its just a movie." I laughed, patting her back. "It's funny though, I never thought a Nicholas Sparks film could actually make Sam Puckett cry." She jabbed me in the side again, nearly knocking the wind out of me this time, then continued to watch the movie as if nothing ever happened.

"Why can't you be more like Will?" Sam demanded, as the credits started to play. I rolled my eyes, assuming she was making fun of me for not being muscled and buff like him. Thats probably something should would say, girlfriend or not.

"Because, my mom doesn't let me near machinery so I can't-" I started but was cut off by Sam jabbing me in the side- again. I bent over in pain, but finally got over it.

"Not that, nub, why can't you be like him." Sam repeated with a flirtatious look. I cocked an eyebrow and pulled her in close, colliding my lips with hers. I put my hand through her long blonde locks and deepening the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth. I finally pulled apart and studied Sam's face; she had a goofy smile on her face.

"I'd like to see Will do that." I beamed, smugly walking hand and hand with Sam through the parking lot.

"How was your first date?" Carly asked as me and Sam walked into her apartment together. She seemed amused by the goofy, lovestruck smiles on our faces.

"Amazing" I said, lifting up my shirt a little. "And I got the bruise to prove it."

..And that is exactly how I would picture their first date. Minus the fact that The Last Song might not be playing when they finally get together.

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