CHAPTA FIVEEEEE.

OH wait. I have to give a shout out to gggttt43, who totalllyyy figured out my quote from the last chapter was from Shrek 2. I love that movie. I love this personnnn :)) Review if YOU wanna get mentioned. Haha. I love how I act like that's something to even review for.

Sam

The next 3 days were the best three days of my life. For a guy who had lost half his memory, he apparently remembered all that chivalry crap he was always telling me and Carly about.

On Friday, Freddie texted me and we made plans to go to the movies. The entire walk to his house, I racked my brain for the perfect movie for us to watch. But when we got to the theater, it wasn't showing any newly released movies.

"Um, Freddie ... what is this place?" I asked, starting to wonder if I should have come on the date at all.

"It's a nickelodeon theater. They play old fashion movies. The best kind." And that was all that was said. When we went to grab our seats, we were the only people in the theater. Having second thoughts because I was really hoping to watch that new Ellen Page movie and also because, correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought old fashion movies were the ones people made fun of?

"What are we watching, at least?" I whispered when the cartoon with the dancing popcorn started rolling, for no apparent reason since no one was there. Freddie didn't answer, but he didn't have to, because after the cartoon was done with, the movie started. The Wolf Man flashed on the screen in a bloody font. I immediately started laughing uncontrollably.

I can't believe he remembered.

Two years ago on Christmas Eve, my mom was out to dinner with a fortune teller and I didn't feel like staying home alone. I ventured out in the thick snow, determined to make the most out of this Christmas, and the only way I thought of was to spend it with Carly. When I was in Bushwell Plaza, Lubert nosily asked me if I was looking for Carly. Not in the mood for an argument, I confirmed. He then laughed an evil villain laugh and told me she was still in Yakima, and wouldn't be back for two days on account of the rodes being blocked. Not believing him, I ran up the stairs and decided to check for myself. I knocked for 5 minutes straight, no answer. Then, I continued to knock, in denial that Carly would abandon me the only day that I didn't think I would be able to survive alone. After about twenty minutes of repetitive banging, Freddie appeared in the hallway.

He told me he thought he heard someone knocking, and I told him it was me, but I wasn't knocking on his door, because no one wanted him. He took it. He then asked me if I knew Carly wasn't home. I called him a twerp and told him I knew. There was a long awkward silence and I realized I was on my knees. I quickly stood up, trying to preserve what dignity I still had, and nodded at Freddie, bidding him good day. Just before I turned down the hallway, Freddie asked me if I wanted some hot coco. I said I did.

We had more then hot coco. I joined Freddie and his mother for Christmas dinner, and for a woman who was obsessed with soy, she knew how to cook up some Christmas ham. During dinner, Freddie and his mom were having a debate on which was better, old fashion films, or 21st century.

"Oh, you kids just don't know how to appreciate a good flick these days," Freddie's mom said sort of dreamily. Fact: Freddie's mom is normally a total freak. Fact: Freddie's mom is uber cool when she's had a little bit too much wine.

"Whatever mom! I appreciate movies more then anyone! Media is my line of work!" Freddie defended, having fun with his temporary cool mom.

"The B and W's are where it's at, son! And I can prove it to you!" Ms. Benson childishly ran into her room and brought out an ancient looking VHS. Me, being totally and completely entertained by the Benson Christmas ways, quickly ran to the couch to see if 'B and W's' were really all Ms. B made them out to be. Freddie reluctantly joined me and Ms. Benson on the couch. The organ played what was meant to be a scary melody, and Wolf Man flashed onto the screen in bloody font, flashes of lightning went off in the back. At first, it was hard to concentrate on the movie because of Freddie's groaning, complaints, and critiques. But even Mr. 21'st century found himself sucked into the melodramatic film.

Ms. Benson fell asleep after about an hour into the movie, and I could feel my eyelids starting to get heavy. When the trumpets played the little music, (you know the one those little bugs play on Dora when she's accomplished something?) and the words THE END flashed onto the screen and the credits started to roll, I couldn't help myself any longer and I was out cold.

Freddie woke me up the next morning and told me my mom called. Surprised that she actually cared for someone other then herself, I sat up immediately and stared at Freddie like he was a one legged zebra. "My mom called? Looking for me?"

"Okay, so she didn't actually call," That's what I thought. I rolled my eyes and laid back down on their extremely comfortable couch. "But I'm sure she's wondering where you are."

"She'll think I'm at Carly's, no worries." I said drowsily. Giving up, Freddie asked me what happened in the remainder of the movie, on account of he fell asleep halfway through. I told him I sucked at explaining things, and that if he wanted to know, he should just watch it. Because it was a VHS and there was no scene selection and Freddie was much to lazy to sit there and press fast forward, he started it over from the begginning. With nothing else to do, I watched it over again with him.

We watched the movie a total of 12 times Christmas day. For some reason, it got funnier and funnier every time we watched it. We ended up laughing for 20 minutes straight after the 8th time, and that was our laughing record. We agreed that Freddie's mother was right. Kids just didn't appreciate movies like they used to.

Freddie

I took her to see Wolf Man.

Because I remembered the day we watched it a billion times.

Just me and her.

She loved it. We got three bags of Twizzlers because those are the best to eat at the movies and we downed two extra large popcorns and we laughed so hard our stomachs hurt.

It was perfect.

That was just the first date.

Then there was date #2.

I was told by Carly that the manager of the Ben & Jerry's downtown, Gelato, is an old college buddy of Socko, who is apparently a good friend of Spencer. I took advantage of this. I asked Spencer, who got Socko, who begged Gelato for a favor.

"Where are we going again?" Asked Sam curiously while Spencer sang California Gurls at the top of his lungs in the drivers seat.

"I told you, it's a surprise." I smirked at her and she eyed me suspiciously. I laughed and kissed her on the head. She didn't ask anymore questions. Spencer slowed down in front of a large, corporate looking building. Socko, who was in the passenger seat, nodded and gave Spencer a look. Then Spencer told us that was the place and yelled at us to get out you crazy kids.

An unexpected scent of toothpaste overwhelmed us when we walked in the automatic doors. An optimistic brunette woman who looked like she was in her late twenties greeted us warmly and asked our names, age, and what business we had being there. She didn't exactly say it like that, but that's the basic message she was sending. We told her our names, age and that we were friends of Gelato Renaldo. She smiled and said 'After me' and we followed her down a long white hallway for what seemed like hours until she abruptly turned right and walked into a large room with a crowd of about 20 or 30 people.

A man on a small podium shushed everyone and started to introduce himself. He said everyone was very happy at the turn out this evening and that it's the most they've gotten this month. When he was done, he smirked and raised and arm that pointed at doors on the left of the large room. On cue, 12 employees with twelve long carts of ice cream walked in. They left all their carts in a line and the man on the podium told everyone to dig in.

Sam gave me a look and I smiled down at her. "See why I told you not to eat dinner?"

She still looked at me weird. I laughed and told her we weren't being asked to join a cult, just to test out some new flavors and give our feedback. All the ingredients were listed for each flavor, so it was completely safe. She looked a little uneasy, but she couldn't help but feel drawn to the carts of delicious, sweet, creamy desert. As if she was put on a sling shot, she plunged for the carts like a wild beast who hadn't eaten in a fortnight. Alarmed people separated, reached for their children, unknowing of the damage Sam could inflect.

I laughed and told the people not to worry, she was just half girl, half Rabisu and she had just escaped from the circus but she wasn't deadly or anything. Which cleared away a majority of the people from that cart, which meant more ice cream for us.

Like I said: perfect.

Sam

The whole Ben & Jerry's flavor tasting thing and the watching the old movie at the nickelodeon theater really made me think about what T-Bo said.

"See, if you were to date Freddie, and it all backfired, he would never remember. And you could always just pretend nothing ever happened and sooner or later, it would be like nothing, in fact, ever happened."

His voice echoed in my head the night after the ice cream while I tried to sleep. T-Bo was right. I had been curious about what it would be like if Freddie and I dated. For a long time now, actually. My curiosity started back in September of last year. not too long after Carly 'fought' Shelby Marx.. I was sitting on the roof of the school with Wendy and some other people, when I was supposed to be in 5th period English, but anyway.

Wendy and me were jumping from subject to subject in our conversation, as usual, while throwing random objects that were on the roof, off the roof, as usual, and we somehow got into the conversation of boys and dating and what guys we think are dateable in our grades. Wendy was going on and on about Joshua Memphis and how she knew they were meant to be and blah blah blah, and I just sat there and laughed because she was falling over some senior idiot who she was bound to graduate with due to his idiocy. Her best friend and pretty cool guy from my point of view, Matt, was hopelessly in love with her. Why Mike wasn't able to just tell her how she felt, I didn't know, and why she can't just open her eyes and see how he feels, I can't even begin to grasp, but when she asked me what I thought about Joshua I looked back at Matt and some other guys playing hacky sack and then told her I thought her and Matt were kind of cute.

Wendy was all confused and made a face like one would, let's say, if you're thong was giving you a wedgie, and then asked me what on earth I was talking about and I calmly said that she asked me what I thought and I thought they were cute and that's it. After we sat in silence, she asked me who I thought was datable for myself, and I thought about it and told her that the guys at our school were jank, some cute, but still jank, and that I would have to get back to her on that one.

Then Wendy surprised me. She asked me well what about Freddie. I almost fell off the side of the building I screamed what so loud. When I started to laugh hysterically, I wondered why she didn't laugh with me. Normally, she and I could sit there and laugh for hours just about Freddie's outfit he had on that afternoon. After about 5 or 6 minutes of lonely laughter, I looked at Wendy and realized she was serious. I asked her if maybe by some weird chance something we dropped had flown back up and hit her on the head by accident, causing her to talk like a mad woman, but she just shook her head and said, 'What? You guys are cute' but in a mocking tone.

"Look, I'm not gonna say I hate Freddie, 'cuz everyone already knows I don't. But me and him are friends ... barely ... plus Freddie loves Carly." I couldn't help noticing when I mentioned that, my voice sounded almost sad. I cursed myself under my breath for even caring. Wendy made a sound like she didn't think so, though.

"I don't know. I mean, a while ago, I would totally agree. But I see Freddie. He's getting older and girls are noticing. And Freddie definitely notices girls. And I"m not gonna lie and say I haven't seen him eyeballing you with a look that didn't reflect anything like hate." I told Wendy she was a dork and that she was talking crazy talk and that even if Freddie, by some chance, was checking me out, I wouldn't care anyway, and I couldn't blame him because I was a looker, If I did say so myself.

Mike called Wendy and told her the bell would ring in 5. She sighed and we both got off the edge of the roof and started back to the stairs. "Look Sam, don't believe me, believe me, whatever. But a guy who would give up the chance to go on a cruise ship for six months, and give it to a girl he doesn't even like, just to make girl who treats him like dirt feel better. It's gotta mean something, you know?" I stared at Wendy like she was speaking gibberish, because she sort of was. I had no idea what she meant by that, but I intended to find out.

"I don't know." Wendy shrugged and the bell rang. Quickly, I ran to Principal Franklin's office and asked his secretary who won the six month cruise around two months ago. She hummed while searching through a few files, while I stood there waiting anxiously. When she found what she was looking for, she fixed her glasses and answered with a warm smile 'You should know this! It was Freddie! Freddie Benson.'

The rest of that day I didn't insult or harass or prank or make even a joke about Freddie Benson and it was so unnatural that Freddie constantly felt my forehead to see if I was sick. And when Freddie was out sick with the flu for the rest of the week, I took double the text books and brought him all his homework and the list of stuff he missed those days. And finally when I came and gave Freddie a Get-Well-Soon card he told me he'd had it and that I needed to stop being so nice to him because I was freaking him out and that if I was trying to manipulate him or something psychological like that then I should just forget about it and pull a normal prank on him. I figured even though I owed him big time, half a week was good enough for now, and I punched him in the arm really hard and told him not to die on me.

And everything went back to normal within a few days.

Since that time, I've had flashes of Freddie and me holding hands in my head and dreams of us being married and then getting divorced, then getting re-married and I couldn't even take a darn love quiz without comparing my results to Freddie.

It wasn't that I liked him or anything. I was just curious. Pure, innocent, curiosity.

And now I know. I know what it's like to hold his hand and kiss lips and be able to call him cheesy lovey dovey names that I usually make fun of. And I love it. It's great. That's the only problem.

I woke up early Saturday morning, like at 2:00 pm, and walked to Freddie's apartment. Carly already told me where the spare key was, so I got in easily. Ms. Benson was watching something on the Food channel and taking notes. I smiled at her and she asked me how on Earth I got in her house. I ignored her and went to Freddie's room. He was asleep.

I kicked off my shoes, my jacket, got into the bed, and got under the covers with him. Without waking up, and I guess unconsciously, Freddie sighed, reached over, and put his arm around me.

Freddie

The sweet smell of strawberry kiwi awoke me. My eyes slowly opened and I saw an angel sleeping soundly, a smug smile on it's face. I thought I was dreaming, but the angels eyes popped open and it beamed up at me.

"Sorry I ... didn't mean to talk aloud." Sam laughed a little, then stretched her legs and yawned.

"Hi," She said.

"Hi," I replied back, deciding to play along. "How's it going?"

"Nice." We both laughed and it was so cheesy I still had the slight theory that I was sleeping.

"You don't mind If I check if you're underwear is still on, do you?" She laughed and playfully pushed my stomach.

"Yes, my clothes are still on! I got here a couple hours ago but you were still asleep. I didn't want to wake you." Sam said, yawning again. I chuckled.

"Why not?"

"I don't know. You just looked so ... peaceful." This girl. My Sam Puckett. Her goal in life must be making me feel like mush around her. We lied there and stared at each other in comfortable silence for a while. I realized that Sam was gorgeous when she first woke up. I watched her as her eyes started to wander around my room.

"Hey." Her eyes landed on mine again, telling me she was listening intently. "Dr. Marshall called last night after ice cream."

She smiled and asked me what he said. I rested my hand on the side of her head and brushed her hair behind her ear repeatedly with my thumb. I explained that I talked to him and told him how I was remembering random events in my life. He told me that was normal, that I was doing just fine and things were going exactly how they were supposed to. Then I told her about him telling me that I should regain my full memory in a few days. It fell quiet.

"How many days are 'a few days'?" Sam asked cautiously. Flustered, I shrugged and said three, four, five tops. "And then you'll be back to normal ..."

"Then I'll be back to normal." I repeated grinning, exited to finally feel like myself again. Or at least not feel like a lost puppy. "Isn't that ... isn't that what you wanted?"

She looked up at me with an expression that I couldn't really read, but it looked anything but happy. "It ... was."

"But ... ?" I waited patiently as she gathered her thoughts and figured out how to say them out loud. She was avoiding my eyes like she always has been when she doesn't feel like saying what she feels.

"But ... I'm kind of getting used to you like ... this." She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and stroked her forehead.

"Sam ... whether I have amnesia or not, I'm still Freddie. I'm Freddie now, I was Freddie then, and I'm going to be Freddie when I regain my memory. I'm not going anywhere, okay? I promise." She said okay, but she didn't look like she believed it. I wondered why, but decided to leave it at that.

"So what do we want to do today?" I said, quickly changing the subject. She shrugged. I sighed. "Or, we don't have to go anywhere today. We can just stay in and chillax. Hey look! A remote!"

I flipped through the channels and announced them as I went. "There's the Discovery channel or-Ohh! Here's one you'll like. M.M.A!" I said with my best announcer voice. She laughed and made her self comfortable for viewing purposes.

Sam

We watched MMA for an hour and a half. It was about minute 115, where I should have kept my mouth shut. But I didn't.

"What? Did you see that?" I exclaimed appalled at the call the ref had just made. Freddie shook his head, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"Yeah ... I saw it. It was pretty bad."

"Pretty bad is right!" I said, wondering why Freddie was being so calm about the situation. "That was a terrible call! Wasn't that a terrible call?"

"Ehh ..." His eyes were still on the screen as they replayed the incident over and over.

"What do you mean 'ehhh'" I said, mocking Freddie using the same voice he had.

"Well, come on. I mean, he did kick him right where the sun don't shine. That's illigal in MMA."

"So? It's Savage Saturday! There are no rules!" I shot back, getting pretty heated. The more I argued with him, the more I began to get a bad feeling in my stomach.

"It doesn't matter! There's rules against things regardless of the occasion!" For a second, things were back to the usual, me and Freddie were fighting again. Although, I felt strange comfort in arguing with him, since I haven't for a long time. It was like the familiarity of it all was so ... Present. When push came to shove, I only had Freddie for a few days longer ...

"It would be illegal to not make it a rule. They can't just cause injuries that, oh I don't know, keep people from having children?"

"Ew, Freddie. Don't talk about being having babies while I'm in your bed with you." I said, trying to shake the images that were repeatedly popping up into my head.

"Why? I wasn't hinting at anything ..." Freddie said, shrugging. I nodded with approval.

"Good."

"I mean, unless you want me to hint at something because I totally can I'm joking with you. " I turned to Freddie and gave him a look of disgust.

"Freddie!" I exclaimed, appalled. Freddie laughed hysterically on my shoulder and when I replayed everything he said over again in my head, I laughed a little too. "Don't be throwing out sarcasm then justifying it subliminally like that's an okay thing to do."

"Sorry, sorry. I just realized though, that if you say 'I'm joking with you' really fast it's almost like you never said it. I definitely have to start doing that to people!" Freddie continued to laugh, and no longer finding it amusing, I frowned at him. He stopped laughing immediately and kissed me on my shoulder. "Sam, you know I'd never force you to do anything you weren't ready for."

It was at that moment that I realized something. If I was going to do anything at all with Freddie, at least more then sleep in his bed while he was still in it, It was going to be then, while he had amnesia. I found myself in that situation where curiosity was overwhelming me. I crashed my lips onto Freddie's, and he didn't protest at all. With each second, the kiss deepened and became more passionate. I grazed my tongue over Freddie's lips and he invited me in graciously. Slowly, I positioned myself so that I was on top of him. A billion thoughts were running wild in my head, and the first one was STOP! But I couldn't. I had no control over my body. Apparently, I let my hormones and my longing for Freddie to want me, get the best of me.

I just couldn't help it. I knew that once Freddie came too, he wouldn't want anything more to do with me. At least not more then anything before, which was basically nothing. But now? Now, he wanted me. He thought I was beautiful. He enjoyed my taste. Freddie ran his fingers through my hair and made a tiny moaning sound. With that, I had a deep need to satisfy him. While what I had to offer was still good enough.

When he unattached our lips, I quickly went to his neck and began to bite and suck like a freaking vampire. Where was all this coming from? As assertive as I can be in a relationship, I'm usually not the one who encourages the intimacy thing. While I was having a taste of Freddie's throat, he was whispering something in my ear.

"Sam ... " He breathed. Oh freaking ham he sounded sexy. I bit my lip and smirked, then went back to his neck again. "I ... I thought you said you weren't ready?"

I pulled away from Freddie so we were face to face. He stared at me intensely, like he was trying to read me. I hated when people did that to me, but with Freddie it was okay. Somehow, I felt he was the only one I wanted to know how I truly felt.

"What if I told you ... I was ready?" Freddie raised an eyebrow and just the corner of his mouth turned up.

"Are you?" I thought about it. I was breathing slightly heavy on account of all the time my lips were attached to his and I wasn't breathing.

"I think I am." Freddie looked away from me and smiled a small smile to himself. I tilted my head to the side in confusion.

"Then ... you're not ready," he murmured. He was looking at me again now. The expression on his face made me think he thought I was the most beautiful being in the world. Guys have told me they think I'm pretty or hot or gorgeous even. But I've never really just known, without them telling me anything, just by the way they looked at me.

"Sam, listen. I don't want you thinking that you have to rush anything for me, okay? When you're ready to do ... whatever ... I'll be here." It was like he was reading my mind. But I knew he wasn't, because if he was, he would know that even though I nodded, I didn't believe him. I couldn't. Because he was wrong. He wouldn't be there. At least not for me.

"You know, I'm getting tired of my room. How about, I go get cleaned up, put on my cast, and we see what Carly's doing?" The way he spoke to me reminded me of how a father would talk to his 5-year-old daughter. It made me feel special and warm inside. I nodded and he kissed me on my head.

When I first learned that Freddie was going to forget all about everything that happened when he regained his memory, I immediately thought that T-Bo's idea was great. I thought that I would go out with him, we would be totally incompatible and break up, but he would forget it happened when the amnesia was gone. I never anticipated that I would have tenacious feelings that would be totally uncontrollable, want to spend every waking moment with him so much that I wake up early and go to his house, sleep in the same bed with him without waking him because he was sleeping so soundly, I didn't feel I had the right to disturb him.

Me. Not wanting to disturb Freddie. If you didn't already know, I had it bad. Really, really bad. I couldn't try to ignore the thought or put it at the back of my head anymore. And I was going to have it bad even when Freddie's amnesia was gone and he asked me groggily 'What happened?' and I tell him he's had amnesia but he hasn't missed much and nothing important happened to him. Because, although I hate to admit it, Freddie was a hard habit to break.

And I wasn't going to be able to break it.

At least, most definitely not on time.

I want everyone who read this to review. It was very confusing for me to write, because I had a basis. But I kinda ruined it when half my stuff was lost when I forgot to save. Please, if you realize it made no sense, don't be afraid to tell me so :)

Oh hey and just to add a mood to the story (not really I just feel this song applies) we should all listen to LikeOmg and go listen to the originally sung by Ke$ha song Disgusting, but you may also listen to the Miranda Cosgrove version. All depends on your listening interests. I personally think Ke$ha's voice, style (idgaf attitude, fml clothing), and not to mention age just suits the song better then Miranda. Miranda's all soft and girly and Ke$ha's all BETCH PLEASE.

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