Author's Note: It's little me! Back from Parie! Just kidding! I've never been to Paris. But I will go next summer. I'll also go to England and Ireland. I'm so excited because I've never been out of the U.S. before…unless you count swimming on the Jersey shore, but I don't. But seriously, I'm here to finish this story because iLost My Mind premiered two days ago and this ended up being a sort of alternative to that episode in a way. So what if it went against the episode? I stopped caring about that. But seriously again, didn't you guys love the episode? Freddie at the end was just…wow. I literally squealed like a stereotypical teenage girl. Oh wait…I am a teenage girl! Dun dun dun! Anyway, sorry this took so long to finish. But hopefully you'll be satisfied with the end.

iLove a Lot of Things (Part Five)

Dozens of emotions flashed across his face. Surprise. Confusion. Fear. Worry. Realization. This was the moment of truth. I watched him intently as he looked at me quickly before he stood up and looked at me before quickly averting his eyes and staring at the ground.

"Freddie?" I asked, puzzled.

"You know, this is actually really funny," he babbled nervously, pacing around the fire escape, "because I knew that you were gonna ask me this, so I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how I felt and how I should answer. And now that the time is here, my thoughts are even more jumbled than before and I just can't seem to remember exactly what I decided to…"

"Freddie!" I interrupted, slightly amused but determined to find out how he felt.

"Yes!" he shouted, which made me jump. He looked me straight in the eye intensely, before taking a deep breath, "I like you. I like you…a lot…but I'm scared,"

"Scared?" I raised my eyebrows, not expecting him to act like this.

"I'm afraid that…everything's gonna change…like, if we started…dating or something,"

"Well…yeah. Some things are gonna have to change," I agreed tentatively.

"I'm just not sure if I want them to change," he admitted, sitting back down next to me. I paused thoughtfully for a second before answering.

"Look at us, right now. Having a conversation with no arguing, insulting, slapping, tackling…" I listed, "I think things have already changed,"

"But I don't want you to change!" he protested, " I want you to be yourself. Stay the same bitter, hungry, funny, violent girl you've been since I met. The girl I really really like,"

"You want me to stay violent? Do you want me to keep tackling you to the ground and spanking you? I never knew you were a masochist!" I joked. I was never one for serious conversations anyway.

"Very funny, Sam," he retorted sarcastically, "What I meant was, I don't want you to change for me,"

"I'm not the kind of girl who will change herself for a guy," I assured him.

"Umm…does the name 'Pete' ring a bell?" It did indeed. I altered myself quite a bit for him. But I never planned on staying that way forever.

"Okay…so maybe I am. But this is different," I argued.

"How?" he crossed his arms.

"Because it feels different…You know the real me. It's not like I can hide any weird things about me from you. You and Carly already know all my secrets," Well, except for the fact that I didn't actually hate Freddie…and at least Freddie knows that now.

"Okay,"

"And I want you to stay the same intelligent, tech savvy, slightly awkward but endearing guy you've always been. Promise?" I grinned.

"Scout's honor," I shook my head and laughed. He was such a dork…but in the best possible way.

"I'll take it," I allowed, shrugging. We sat in silence for a moment before he straightened up and looked at me purposefully.

"I gotta know something," he said.

"What?"

"I know I said I wanted you to stay yourself, but does this mean that you're still gonna…inflict pain on me…and call me names…and tell me that you hate me in my birthday cards?" he questioned.

"Now why would I do that? I'm not gonna go back to pretending. I like you. Why would I treat you like a stubrag?" Right then it seemed foolish for me to have done it in the first place.

"I have no idea," he replied, nodding.

"Neither do I. Which is why I'm gonna treat you better. No pain. No name-calling. No hating," I confirmed.

"That's too bad." He commented.

"So you really are a masochist?" I asked almost hopefully.

"No. It's just that…the names you came up with. They were pretty creative,"

"Yeah, and now they're all going to waste," It was almost a shame. Some of them were genius.

"…Well…you can still use some of them…just not the offensive ones,"

"You mean names like Freddork, Fredlumps, Fredweird, Fredpus, Fredenstein, Fredweiner…" I began listing again.

"Okay, okay. I get it," he stopped me.

"But can I still call you Fredward?"

"It's fine. My mom calls me that, anyway," he grumbled.

"True," I affirmed.

"So…what now?" he inquired.

"Umm…I go home before your mom finds us?" I suggested.

"Well, probably, but…what happens next…with us?" he questioned.

"We…go on a date?" I tried.

"Sure. We go on a date…" he agreed, before knitting his eyebrows together in worry, "Then another and another. I'm your boyfriend. You're my girlfriend. We're really happy together… in love, even…and then there's the chance that we'll break up…What happens then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Sam, you're one of my best friends. And your friendship is really important to me. But…when most people break up, all that's left between them is…uncomfortable small talk and…weird custody battles over mutual friends. I don't want that to happen to us,"

"It won't!" I disagreed.

"And how do you know that?" he interrogated.

"Because…you're friendship means a lot to me, too. I won't let awkward post-breakup events get in the way of that, I swear," I explained. He just stared at me, smiling wistfully.

"You know, that's probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me," he observed.

"…Sorry?"

"Don't be. I…liked it," He smiled, and I blushed and looked away. Gosh, why was I such a…girl? These were one of the changes that could take some getting used to. But for some reason, I didn't really mind.

"You make me feel weird, Benson," I remarked.

"…Sorry?"

"No. I think I like it," I grinned at him and he gently placed his hand over mine and watched me expectantly.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Lean," he smirked and I laughed before doing just that.

I love a lot of things. Including Freddie Benson.

And as if on cue, our lips met.

And now I am certain he feels the same way I do.

Author's Note: Boomba! I know what I said. I know what I promised to myself. I swore that I wouldn't make them kiss in this story. But then…this ending just came to me and I thought it was cute so I kept it. So what if it's slightly cliché? So what if it's a little out of character for Sam? I don't give a chizz. This is my story and I'll do what I want. Whoa…sorry to get all rebellious on you. Please don't kill me! Anyway, that was the end. I hope it didn't waste your time. And please, review if you want my writing to suck less or if you want to make this pathetic writer super happy. :D