Ten Years ago (age 6)

"Sam, it's your turn," Carly called, bouncing off of their elaborately drawn hopscotch course. Sam looked up from the ground she was sitting on and ran over. The little girl took fast and accurate hops, not missing a single square. When she finished, she jumped in celebration, sticking her tongue out at the little boy drawing with chalk.

"I win, you loose Freddie!" Sam cheered.

"I didn't even get to play yet," Freddie pointed out, stepping up to the course. Unlike Sam, he wasn't as athletically inclined; one might say he was a clutz. He took slow, careful steps to ensure his stability.

"Hurry up!" Sam yelled.

"I'm trying," Freddie said shakily taking another step, but he wasn't so fortunate. He lost his balance and tumbled to the ground, only angering the already angry little blonde.

"You are such a dummy," Sam screamed, kicking him in the stomach. Freddie grimaced in pain, grabbing Sam's arm and pulling her down as well- oh, he's done for. Sam jumped on top of him and started slapping and smacking at him.

"Sam, Freddie! Both of you stop it right now!" Little Carly yelled, pulling Sam with her arm.

Present day (age 16)

"A-16?" Sam asked.

"Miss," Freddie shrugged, placing a white dot on his battleship match. Sam and Freddie were playing battleship to waste time as Carly got ready to go to the mall. She was infamous for sometimes taking over and hour and a half.

"Liar!" Sam yelled.

"What? How is that a lie?" Freddie yelled back, throwing up his arms in confusion.

"You lied because you wanted to win for once and not seem like a loser," Sam said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"That makes no sense..." Freddie trailed off, giving Sam a blank stare.

"You are a freak," Sam muttered, "Just guess a number."

"D-4," Freddie smiled.

Sam growled and shot him a glare- obviously that was a hit. "Damnit Freddie!" Sam yelled, pushing him off the chair and onto the ground, kicking him in the stomach. Freddie grabbed her hand and forcefully shoved her down with him. Sam sat on his stomach and gave him repeat smacks to his head and shoulders.

"Sam, Freddie! Both of you stop it right now!" Carly yelled, running into the kitchen.

I guess some things never change....

"I'm sorry," Sam mumbled, still sitting on top of him.

"It's okay, and besides, this isn't a total loss; this is a pretty good angle of you," Freddie said quietly. Sam smiled down at her boyfriend as an obvious blush crawled up her cheeks. She bent down and placed a soft kiss on his lips- Freddie returning the favor.

Carly watched the scene from the distance and smiled in satisfaction, quietly walking into the living room.

I guess some things do change, afterall.

Sorry for the lack of updates for a while- I was busy with school, but I'm totally up for writing this story again. What did you think? Thanks for all the reviews for last chapter, I can't thank you guys ebough (:

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