Hey! Here's Chapter does! I hope you like reading it! I know it's a bit different than other stories. Feel free to review and give some constructive criticism. Enjoy! Hasta La Pasta!

I cut the breaded chicken in half and placed the Swiss cheese inside, right under some ham. Folding the chicken breast I put the chicken in the oven. That was the easy part.

I started working on a special sauce for the Chicken. I called it "Momma's Secret Sauce". Of course the name was simple, but was still a secret so I'm not giving away what the ingredients were.

I was preparing Chicken Cordon Blue. It was something I'd never had before but I remember always wanting to try it. I was in Carly's kitchen and she and Spencer had gone to Yakima to visit their granddad for the weekend.

As I waited for the chicken to cook I lied down on their couch and watched some Girly Cow, my favorite show. It was

Just then Freddie Burst through the door.

"Hola Sam! What goes on?" Freddie shut the front door. He smiled his usual smile and it made me feel funny in my stomach. It was a hard feeling to describe. I just remember that it was tingly. But I waved it off.

"Sup Fredwad?" I nodded in his direction and he raised his eyebrows for some reason.

"Where's Carly?" he asked as he sat down next to me on the couch.

I rolled my eyes. Of course he only wanted to know where Carly was. There was always a part of me that envied Carly for some reason that I didn't understand.

"She's in Yakima with Spencer. She won't be back until late Sunday night."

Freddie looked disgusted. "Great, two whole days with Princess Puckett. Just my luck." Freddie said.

"Ah, Freddie! Is da wittle boy scared of spending time with Momma Sam without his wittle precious Cawrly."

I expected him to fight back but instead he just stood up and smiled. I have to admit I was taken back a bit.

"What?" I said coldly.

"You called me Freddie." He smirked at me as he put his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He looked really cute when he did that.

I didn't know how to respond. I sat there awkwardly on the couch staring at him blankly with my mouth slightly open.

Thankfully the silence was filled with the oven going off. Saved by the Bell.

I shot up immediately and ran towards the oven thankful to get out of the awkward. I could fell Freddie watching me though and it made me feel very self conscience.

I took the chicken out of the oven and I could swear it was the most delightful looking thing that I had ever made. The cheese had spilled gracefully out of the center of the chicken and the bread crumbs made the chicken a golden brown.

I smiled as I placed the hot cooking sheet on the counter and smelled the chicken aroma with a sense of pride.

Freddie was silent as he made his way over to the counter and sat down on one of the stools. He watched me as I took the chicken and placed it neatly on a crisp white plate. I took my special sauce and poured some on the chicken. Then for the final touch I took a little basil and placed it on top of the chicken like it was a work of Art.

Just then I noticed Freddie's eyes looking into mine. I paused for just a moment and tried to get his attention on the chicken.

"Hungry?" I smiled as I held the plate up to my face and then waved it around in his.

Freddie bit his lip and then smiled.

"I thought you'd never ask." Freddie said as he grabbed a fork and knife and took the first bite of my masterpiece.

His eyes widened as he chewed. "Oh my God!"

"Is it that bad?" I frowned "Of course it's bad to you! Nubs have no taste in food!"

He gave me the 'look' but smiled after that. "Are you kidding Sam? This is literally the most amazing thing I've ever tasted! What is this sauce?"

"Now that's a secret!" I said while smiling and grabbing a fork for myself. I took a bite as well, and it felt like a million different flavors exploded in my mouth in perfect harmony.

"Wait a sec." Freddie thought for a moment. "Since when did you cook? I mean, I know you love food, but I've never seen you make anything fancier than cereal."

I shrugged. I figured I could just tell Freddie part of my master plan to become a master chef.

I sighed. "Don't laugh, but….I want to be a chef."

I was waiting for the giggles but there was nothing.

"Cool, I think you'd be really good at it." Freddie said. And I could tell he wasn't just being nice. For the first time in a while, I felt like someone believed in me, even if it was just because I made them Chicken Cordon Blue.

"Thanks." I nodded to him gratefully.

After we finished the chicken, we hung out together. We played video games, watched some movies, and we even threw water balloons at hobos. I never thought Freddie could be so fun. I was impressed.

It was midnight when we sat out on the fire escape in two red lawn chairs, listening to his Pear Pod with his doc. We sat in silence for a while listening to the melodies of the music mixed in with the sound of the traffic eight stories blow.

For a while our hands were placed in our own laps, behaving themselves. But somehow, they ended up flopping to our sides. My right hand was slightly touching Freddie's left hand. It was a small connection but somehow it just felt right. Neither one of us dared to move. I could feel his pulse through our hands.

Just then I starting thinking about life. I thought about my mom and Melanie. I thought about Carly. I thought about the amazing chicken I had made earlier that evening. I thought about everything. I thought about Freddie.

"Sam?" Freddie interrupted my thoughts about him.

I looked over at the beautiful boy cautiously. For some reason, whenever it was just the two of us, we were friends, good friends.

"Yeah Benson?"

"You ever think about life?"

I found it funny how that was what I was just thinking about. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, aren't you worried about your future?" his voice started to get louder.

I turned my head away from him. I didn't want to look in his eyes and get caught off guard.

I nodded slowly. He was still staring at me.

"I mean….you needs to wake up Sam! How are you ever going to make it in this world if you don't try?" At this point he was yelling at me.

"I know." I said very quietly.

"You're never going to amount to anything if you don't start putting your act together and do what you're supposed to do. I mean, you can't just ho-"

"I KNOW!" I shouted very loudly. I heard my voice echo in the street. I even stunned myself.

Freddie looked shocked. I thought it was because I just screamed at the top of my lungs, but I was wrong. I realized this as I felt a drop roll down my cheek and splatter on the arm of the chair. I was crying. Sam Puckett was crying.

We both sat silently for the next ten minutes, facing the street. Freddie was nervously fiddling with his fingers staring blankly into space. I folded my arms across my chest and bobbed my foot up and down over and over again. You could feel the awkward.

"Sam."

I stayed silent but I glanced over in Freddie's direction. He was staring at me again. I've always admired him for that. Whenever he has something to say he'll look you in the eye. It was hard for me to look anyone in the eye whenever emotions were involved.

"I'm sorry. I know it's none of my business, but I'm….worried about you. I want you to do well cause I just want you to be a happy. I know we fight a lot, but that doesn't change the fact that we are still good friends and I care about you. And I know that deep down you care about me too." Freddie shined under the moon as he said this.

I nodded and this time, I looked directly into his eyes.

"Thank you Fred….nub" he laughed as I said this. "I care about you too."

"Isn't that what I just said?" he smirked in my direction, making my heart skip a beat.

I got up from my chair as starting walking into the building when-

"Wait." He said. I turned around and he was already standing up. It was then that I noticed that his tight blue shirt made his muscles stand out. His hair blew in the wind slightly and the moon made his skin sparkle. His eyes burned with desire and he stepped towards me a little.

"Yeah?" I faced him and I realized I was biting my lips. He stepped closer and closer to me until he was only about five inches away. I could feel his warm breath falling on me. He looked down into my eyes and I looked up at his chocolate orbs.

"I hate you." Freddie smiled.

I smiled at this. "Hate you too."

And then we hugged. It was nice. I felt his buff chest rise and fall as he sighed into our hug. He squeezed me tightly and rubbed my back. I smelled his shirt without him noticing making sure to capture every part of this moment. He smelled a little musky but at the same time he smelled like flowers. I could feel his chin on top of my head and I wondered what he was thinking.

I think we hugged for at least five minutes before breaking apart.

I sighed contently before turning away and quietly stepping inside the window without looking back. But for the second time that night I could feel his eyes on my back, except this time the energy was different. It was happy.

Something had changed between us that night, but I wasn't sure what it was yet. Something good though.

As I waited for the elevator I swore I could hear Running Away by A.M. playing from not too far away. It made me smile.

Then I heard:

"FREDDIE!"

"Oh MOM! I was just OUTSIDE!"

"Do you need a Tick bath?"

"No!"

I laughed and then I burped loudly, tasting Chicken Cordon Blue, Musk, and Flowers. Delightful.