Thanks you everyone who has read this story! But i'm not giving up on 'The Demon and the Dork'! A new chapter of that should be up soon. R&R! Reviews reallyyyy do inspire me to write more...enjoy!

It was never planned, really, just sort of bound to happen eventually. There's only one it that people make such a big deal out of, and those lucky enough get to experience it with their first love. For some, this may seem stereotypical, for others a right of passage before moving on to the next chapter of life. Nothing ever seemed ordinary for Sam and Freddie, and their first time was no exception. It wasn't in a bed, or on a couch, or even it in a house at all. No it wasn't late at night, in the darkness, surrounded by candles. It was on the side of one of the back roads just outside the city, nearly in the woods. It was in the back of his 97' mustang. It was a late Sunday afternoon, the day before they started their senior year of high school. In fact, it probably never would have occurred that day if he hadn't forgotten to fill the tank up with gas on the way out of town

Sam Puckett ran her fingers through the hair of her boyfriend, Freddie Benson. It always looked so perfect; she felt obligated to mess it up. His eyes flickered to her for a second. He grinned, and looked back at the road, which he was currently driving on.

"I can't believe you got us kicked out," He said, not in an angry tone, but almost admiring. He couldn't stay mad at her for long.

"Hey, it's not my fault! That waiter totally screwed up our order just to mess with us. We might be late for our movie because of him!"

"The kid was like, fifteen! You didn't have to take away his dignity in front of a restaurant full of people. I don't know if he'll ever recover." He turned on to a gravel road, surrounded by deep forest.

Sam waived her hand dismissively. "Ah, he's fine…"

"He cried!"

"That sounds like more of a personal problem to me."

In spite of everything, Freddie had to smile. Although he'd never admit it to her, he probably wouldn't have made it through his school years if Sam hadn't been there to roughen him up. He was stronger because of her. But again, he'd never say that to her. They drove for about ten more minutes along that road before his car began to stutter, and then finally died.

"What the hell…" He muttered, looking around the vehicle, as if he would somehow find the answer on the radio display.

"Wow," Sam shook her head. "You've had this thing a month and you broke it already. That's even a record for you."

"It's not broken…see, I'll just…" He turned the key in the ignition, and there you go; it started. "See, look! I didn't break it, it just…oh…it's out of gas. Damn." He looked at Sam and shrugged. "Looks like we're missing the movie after all."

"You forgot to get gas." She sighed.

"It could be worse! At least we have phones." He looked around again. "Here, get out and help me push it off the road."

"Yeah, you're just lucky it's not raining, or you'd be on your own."

Together they pushed the mustang on to the grassy area outside of the woods. She laughed when Freddie stumbled, almost banging his head on the trunk. Sam leaned on the hood while Freddie got out his phone to call a tow.

"Of course…my phone's dead. Let me see yours." He reached out his hand to her. She smacked it, and gestured in back of her.

"I tossed it in the back," She said, her waist long hair flirting with the warm, Indian summer breeze. He rolled his eyes and turned away before she could catch his smile. Even after all these years, she still couldn't resist the urge to hit him once in a while. Oh well. Old habits die hard.

He walked around to the side of the car and opened the back door, but after a minute of looking around, still couldn't find Sam's phone.

"I can't find it!" He yelled from where he was on the floor, looking under a seat.

"It's right there!" She poked her head in the door and searched with her eyes, before giving in and climbing onto the seat.

"Are you sure you didn't leave it at the restaurant?" Freddie asked, looking up at her.

"No, I remember throwing it back here when we got in the car."

"Well that's not promising. For all we know, it went through a window due to your inhumanly forceful throws."

The kept looking, and somewhere along the way, the back door was closed, then they had ended up in a very interesting position. Sam had managed to lie upside down on the seat, her head peeking under the one she was on, while Freddie was on his back on the floor, right below Sam, who was looking under the back of the passenger seat. A piece of her hair brushed against his check, and he looked up at her. While she had urges to hit him, he often had random desires to just kiss her because she was his, and he could. So that's what he did. And she responded back with equal enthusiasm, gripping the back of his neck, something that always sent chill down his spine. In a good way, of course. It didn't stop with just kissing… they were eighteen after all. They'd moved past that about six months before, but still had never gone all the way. Sometimes they weren't careful enough about where they 'got handsy'. Once Carly had walked in on them in Freddie's room, after being let in by his mother, to see Freddie's hands up Sam's shirt, lips locked, and the rest of their limbs all tangled up. Carly being Carly had run out of the room screaming, claiming to Ms. Benson that she'd seen a spider. After that, they always remembered to lock the door.

It always stopped there, though. For one reason or another, they'd never done the big it. But on this day, it didn't stop at all. In no time, he'd pulled her off the seat, and right on top of him. It had been less than graceful, and of course they both stopped to laugh a little, but when those two wanted to, they made out like it was their job. They both knew where it was going. Because he was Freddie, he had to pull away and ask all the cliché questions.

"Now? Here?"

She smiled and mumbled into his hair.

"A year from now we won't be together, Freddie. You'll be off at Stanford by next June and…" She paused. "I'll be off somewhere too. This could be the last summer day we spend with each other for a while." She laughed a little. It was not like Sam Puckett to get all sappy. It wasn't hard when it came to him, though.

A look of sadness crossed over his face. He knew it just as well as her that they'd have to separate eventually.

As if she was a feather, he hoisted her up onto the leather seat so she was the one on her back. Climbing up himself, he kneeled over her, trying to focus on the present, not the future.

"You need to promise me something," He whispered. She looked at him, waiting for what it was.

"Promise me you're ready. Really ready. I don't want you to regret this."

At that moment, she trusted him more than she ever had in her life. He was so incredibly good to her. She grasped his hand with hers. "I want this just as much as you. I'm ready."

No other words were exchanged after that. Just some nervous laughter from the both of them, and the occasional mumble of one another's name. He kissed her forehead when it was over, and then they both lay there for a few moments, catching their breath. After they dressed, they stayed in the back seat for a little while longer, neither really remembering why they'd gone back there in the first place.

"I feel like we're in Titanic," Freddie said vaguely, his breathing starting to go back to normal. Sam laughed and nudged him.

"Oh no, you're not nearly as cute as Leonardo Dicaprio," She said teasingly.

He looked at her, pretending to get mad. "That's it…"He said, grinning, "You're going overboard." He shifted so he was facing her, and scooped her up in his arms. She shrieked with glee, as he held her. With her still in his arms, he opened the door and stepped out onto the road. Throwing her over his shoulder, he started walking down the gravel path.

"Hmm…" He said, "Where could I burry you where no one would fine you?"

She laughed and pounded on his back.

"Put me down!"

"Who's cuter than me, again?" He asked casually. It was nice to know that he had to power to shut her up one moment, and then make her scream the next.

"No one!" She yelled into his back, words muffled by his shirt.

"What's that?" He asked, cupping a hand over his ear

She flicked him, and said, "Don't make me say it again."

"No really, I didn't hear you," He said. Lying was not his strong suit. If he wasn't so love drunk then he probably would have seen coming what happened next. Grabbing the boxers, the ones she'd taken off him a mere half hour ago, she pulled them up as hard as they would go, giving him one of her signature wedgies. He yelled in pain, releasing his grip on her a little so she slid back upright, but not out of his arms completely. All the blood had rushed to her face and her golden locks were ruffled, but he'd never seen anything so stunning as she, in that moment. In years to come, this would be what he looked back on. It was romance at its finest.

"You're not like most girls," He murmured, his nose brushing against hers, their eyes locked on each other. He'd said this before, even back when they weren't so close. But never before had he been so entirely thankful, that Samantha Puckett was like no other girl he'd ever met.

R&R! This was so much fun to write. And yes, I was inspired by Titanic, because I just watched it for the time.