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B e f o r e

Two Months Later. Four years b e f o r e. . .

"WE WILL WHAT?" Sam yelled as she stood up from the couch. "Absolutely not. Uh-uh. No way. Not in a million years!" She said shaking her head as she went to the bedroom.

"Sam It's not going to be that bad" He tried but even himself knows that it is going to be that bad. He followed her to the bedroom.

"One more word Benson and you're sleeping on the couch." Sam said as she positioned herself. Freddie, not wanting to sleep on the couch kept his mouth shut and positioned himself on the bed. He contemplated on how he was going to convince her to go. He needed something bigger than bribing her with ham. It was a very firm 'No' and ham's not going to cut it. Sure, it'll be a lot easier if he just accept her answer but it's either they go there or they go there. He already said yes to his mom and he didn't want to suffer another year from his mom's 'My baby boy is abandoning me' cries. "Well, maybe if—" He tried once more.

"Alright, that's it. I said one more word and you just said three. Couch!" She said pointing at the door.

"Are you serious?" He asked baffled. He didn't think she's going to go with that threat.

"Damn right, I am" She replied.

"Are you having your period or something?" He said trying to be cocky. She glared. "Alright then" He said grabbing his pillows and a blanket. He sighed as he leaves the room. This was the first time she asked him to sleep on the couch. Yes, he was willing to sleep on the couch for her before but the last time he slept on the couch wasn't very comfortable. He tried to get himself comfortable but every position he tries gets more awkward. Two freaking hours and he's still up. He sighed. His tiredness finally creeping up on him, he fell asleep without even knowing.

. . . .

"Wake up couch boy" Sam said as she hit him with a small pillow. He opened his eyes slightly as he try to get used to the bright light from the window.

"How'd you sleep?" She asked mockingly.

"Like a rock" He said sarcastically

"Yeah? Me too!" She said walking towards the kitchen with a mischievous smile. Freddie sat up wincing at the pain of his stiffed neck. The pain was such a bitch. He cracked his neck and wince once more. He sat on the dining chair half asleep. He looked at her. "Sam" He said with both of his hands on his face and his elbow on the table.

"Freddie" She replied

"Can you please go with me on the Benson's Annual Family Reunion?" He asked pouting.

"Trying to be cute won't help, Fredward" She said as she placed the frying pan on the stove. He scowled at the mention of his name. He didn't like being called that way, he never did.

"Please? I really need you there." He tried once more. She sighed.

"Freddie, your mother already hates me. I don't want your whole family hating on me too." And it was out, the real reason why she doesn't want to go to the reunion. He already invited her several times but she always have excuses like she already made plans with her family or that she's sick but it was harder for her to make an excuse when they started living together. Freddie stood up from his seat and hugged Sam from the back. He kissed her cheek and she rolled her eyes.

"Is that what you're worried about? Come on, Sam. They will love you, I know they will. And just so you know, most of them aren't as bad as my mother" He hugged her tighter. She smiled.

"Fine, I'll go" She closed her eyes and sighed. She smiled and so did he. He pouted and Sam gave him a confused look.

"Lips, please?" He said.

"Not until after you brush your teeth." She replied pushing his head away from her.

"Way to kill the mood, Sam." He replied walking away.

"I was kidding! C'mere" She said. She holds his face with both of her hands and gave him an innocent kiss. "Now go brush your teeth" She said laughing.

"Okay, okay" He said raising both of his hands.

. . . . .

"Wasn't she the aunt who tried to kiss you?" Sam asked trying to figure out who is who from Freddie's stories.

"That" Freddie paused "That was Aunt Rossie. Aunt Meridith however," another pause "was the one who thought pigs could fly and started throwing pigs at her farm"

"Ohh" Sam replied chuckling. This has been going on for a few hours now. After eating breakfast Sam asked Freddie to share all about the crazy people in his family. He explained how most of the people from his grandpa's side were much much much saner than his grandmother's side where most of his mom's craziness came from. "It's too bad how your mother didn't get your grandfather's sanity." Was what Sam said when he told her about this.

"Hey" She said after chuckling. "So what's going to happen if they don't?" She said in a more serious tone.

"If they don't what?" He asked confuse of what she 's trying to say.

"If they don't, you know, like me" She said.

"They will like you. You don't have to worry about that, okay?" He said grabbing a hold of her right hand. He looked into her eyes giving her an assurance but her eyes were still filled with doubt. "But if they don't" He said kissing her hand. "If they don't then we'll pack our bags and head back home because I don't think I can stand being around people who hates Sam Puckett" He smiled and so did she.

"Your mother hates me"

"And that's why we barely talk anymore. And she doesn't really hate you that much"

"Freddie, she refused to give me any of the thanksgiving dinner she prepared for you last November" Sam said. They both laughed at the memory of last month's thanksgiving. Mrs. Benson almost died finding out that his son was living with his 'delinquent' girlfriend. After hours of talking, Freddie finally convinced his mother of letting Sam stay in his apartment. Sam never knew how he did it and she didn't want to know either. She doesn't want to be a part of their whole mother-son thing.

"Well, yeah. But you still had it your way in the end." He said laughing.

"Of course, I did." She replied smirking. He rolled his eyes and gave her a peck on the lips. Her eyes gazed at the calendar. God, she can't help but feel nervous for next week.

A/N: Okay, So first of all I would like to tell you guys how very sorry I am for not updating in a very long time. This year has been really hard for me. It's been really stressful and depressing and it makes writing much more difficult. Anyway, I'm better now... I guess? Hahaha. Anyway, I'm sorry for all the grammar, spelling, and other errors. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and yeah.. I'm sorry again! :) I'll try to update sooner :)

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