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Two weeks later. Four years b e f o r e . . . .

God. Two weeks together and they were already fighting like an old married couple. He ran his right hand through his hair in frustration. Damn. She was driving him crazy. He can't even concentrate in his studies anymore. They were going along just fine. He even thought this whole living together might work out. He glanced at the door hoping there would be a blonde headed demon storming back in but there wasn't. He tried to go back and concentrate with whatever it was he was studying but all he did was stare at his paper. He glanced at the door, still no sign of his girlfriend. He stood up knowing that he wouldn't be able to study so he washed the dishes instead. Every other plate he glanced at the door. Nope, no sign of her. He knows she's capable of handling herself but he still can't help but worry. Okay, now this is just stupid. He doesn't even remember what they were fighting about. He was pretty sure it was about her not washing the dishes and him being pissed off because he was studying but then now that he thought about it, it was pretty lame. He looked at his phone. She's been missing for almost four hours already. He started checking his phone every now and then. Maybe he should call her. He was beginning to feel anxious when suddenly he heard a loud music coming from his phone.

It's Friday, Friday. Gotta get down on Friday. Everybody's looking forward to the weekend, weekend. Friday, Fri—

Sam. He rolled his eyes and smiled. Last week, his ringtone was the song 'I'm A Barbie Girl' or whatever the title of that song was. He asked her to change it and of course, leave it to Sam to find another hideous song to annoy him. He tried doing it to her once but before he could even touch her phone he was electrocuted by Sam and it still bothers him that he doesn't know what she used in doing so. It was funny how he could put up with those stunts and start a huge fight about the dishes.

"Sam." He said answering the phone.

"Freddie, I'm lost." She replied. He chuckled. He knew she could find her way home if she wanted to. He stood up and went to the bowl where they put all of their keys. He grabbed his car keys.

"This is serious Fredwhiz. I don't know where I am" She said in her serious tone. "Can't you find a bus stop and ride a bus home?" He asked as he walked out the door.

"No can do. Mama has no more money left in her pocket. I bought this burger from 'Somewhere' seriously dude! Its name is 'Somewhere' and they have the most awesome burger I've ever tasted!" She said. He could imagine her jumping around while she's talking about the burger. He chuckled and thought of how cool the restaurant's name was.

"Can you at least give me a hint to where you are?" he finally asked as he pushed the down button for the elevator.

"I think I'm in Somerville" She replied. The elevator opened and he entered. As soon as it closed he lost signal. "Damn it!" He cursed loudly. He didn't even notice that there was a girl in the elevator. He was about to pressed the button for the lobby when he noticed it has been pushed already. He looked beside him and there she was, a girl with a brown hair who's dressed like she was about to go in a classy party. He smiled at her and she smiled back. "Sorry" Freddie said. He never really cursed a lot when he's around people he doesn't know. It sort of made him feel bad.

"It's cool. I've got a thing for guys who curse" She said plastering an obvious flirtatious smile on her face. He smiled back.

"That was my girlfriend, on the phone. That's why I cursed. She's lost and I can't get a signal from the inside of this elevator. God, I hope she's fine" He said trying to let her know that he has a girlfriend that he loves with all his heart and that no amount of flirting from other people would get him to stop loving her. The smile on the girls face fade. The elevator door opened and he rushed out. He went to the parking lot and drove the fastest route he knows in the fastest speed he could use without breaking the law. He was worried now. He reached Somerville in less than ten minutes. He panicked when he did not saw her immediately. He was at the verge of screaming her name over and over again just to find her. Fuck. He forgot to tell her where they would meet. He then saw a blonde headed girl with her right hand on her chin. Her hair was covering her face but he instantly knew it was parked the car in front of her.

"Sam" he said. She looked up and saw him. She smiled. She knew somehow he would find her. Even before, when they haven't even dated yet, he would always find her and she would always find him. She can go home if she wanted to but she wanted him to find her because somehow, every time they would fight, she'll start to feel like she had to make sure that they still have this connection. Oh yes, they have a connection for crying out loud! How else did he found her during that lock-in? How else did she found him in the fire escape where they had their first kiss? Well, technically Carly told her but that doesn't mean she didn't feel it. He smiled back and she knows that he knew what her purpose was. He grabbed her hand, pulled her upward and gave her a hug.

"I swear to god, I'll wash the dishes the whole week" He said while still hugging her. She pushed him slightly and punched him in the shoulder. "Ouch!" He said rubbing his shoulder.

"That's for hanging up" She said smirking.

"I was at the elevator! And why didn't you call again anyway?" He replied. "Dead battery" She said in a monotone.

"Why didn't you call?" She frowned.

"The idea didn't hit me" He said. She chuckled at how a smart guy like him turn into something really stupid in times like this. "I'm so sorry, Sam" He continued.

"Yeah, you'll still wash the dishes" She replied.

A Day Later. Four Years b e f o r e. . . .

She woke up with a crave. Freddie was fast asleep beside her. She shook him hard trying wake him up. When Sam Puckett craves you are not going to get away with it. It was worse than a pregnant lady craving. She just had to get what she pushed Freddie until he fell of the bed.

"Sam!" he said trying to sit up. "What're you up to?" he asked, annoyed. He wished she wasn't having one of those cravings. Once, she was craving for a Bolivian bacon and she wouldn't stop bugging him almost the whole day.

"I want to go.." She said.

"Go where?" he replied fixing his hair.

"Somewhere." She replied.

"We're not going to Somewhere Sam. I have to go to.. HOLY CHIZ! I'm late!" he said as he ran to get his clothes.

"Not really you still have 15 minutes" She yelled while he goes to the bathroom in a hurry.

"Maybe tomorrow!" He screamed from the bathroom.

A/N: Hey guys! This is the next Chapter! I hope you like it. :)

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