Hello, I'm not really sure about this chapter. I have the beginning down but not the rest so it might be short.

Freddie's POV:

I woke up and didn't open my eyes. I opened them and it was still pitch black. I rolled over and the fire was mere coals. I reached for some sticks and blew on the coals. They caught, and I added more sticks.

I sat up and my muscles were incredibly sore. I automatically rubbed the back of my neck. The fire was lighting the room and Sam started to stir. She looked so peaceful and was smiling in her sleep. She stirred again and opened her eyes. She jumped a little and sat up.

"That is a weird sight." She said.

"What?" I chuckled.

"Waking up in a strange, dimly lit room, with a shirtless guy staring at you is weird." I laughed.

"I got you a present." I said walking over to grab the bows. I handed one to her. She tested its spring, and smiled.

"What are you going to use as string?" She smirked like she had me there.

"Give me one of your shoelaces." She looked at me puzzled and I said "The other one cut in half is long enough for both shoes."

She took off one of her shoes and took out the shoelace. I took it and handed her the hatchet to cut the other in half. I took the aglets on the shoelaces off (A/N: If you don't know what that is, look it up.). I tied one end to the top of the bow, and the other to the bottom. I handed the bow back to her and began on mine.

"We can maybe go hunting if we finish the arrows." I said.

"Then let us get started." She said jumping up.

I stopped her and said "its dark out, you can't go."

"How do you know? You can't see outside."

"Trust me, I know." She opened the door and absolutely no more light came in. "Told you."

She scoffed and sat back down. I had just finished my bow and tested its spring. It had a deadly snap to it and I jumped back because as it straightened there was a loud snap. I looked at it and saw that I had accidentally mad a re-curve bow.

I set it aside and turned conversation to Sam.

"We might be stuck here for a while." She said.

"I know, but as long as I'm here, we can live." She punched me in the arm and slapped me in the face. I humored her by twisting my head in a dramatic motion, but turned back with a smiling face.

"Sam you have caused me pain for so long, it doesn't affect me, confuse me, or surprise me, and I doubt anything you can do ever will change that from now on."I glanced at her while adding wood and to say she was steamed was an understatement. So I added "But there is plenty I can do to confuse you, affect you, and surprise you."

"Oh really, and how might you do that?" She asked.

"Something like this." I turned to her and kissed her. After a few seconds I pulled away and her face was completely dumbfounded. "Told you." I said plainly tuning back to the fire.

I kicked myself for not thinking, but I hadn't been thinking since the crash, and that experience was like grease to the gears, and I started thinking. I, Fredward Benson, have just kissed my mortal enemy, Samantha Joy Puckett, twice. Yet somehow I feel… convivial. (A/N: again, LOOK IT UP) I feel absolutely, exited, aflame, agitated, animated, aroused, awakened, beside myself, charged, delighted, discomposed, disconcerted, disturbed, eager, enthusiastic, feverish, fired up, frantic, hyperactive, hysterical, inflamed, jumpy, keyed up, moved, on fire, overwrought, passionate, piqued, provoked, roused, ruffled, steamed up, stimulated, stirred, thrilled, tumultuous, wild, wired, worked up, and zipped up.

I glanced back at her once again and she had the same exact face. I smirked and stood up.

"I'm gonna get my shirt" I said. She jumped up and kicked me in the stomach as hard as she could. I recoiled a small bit but stood up straight. I sighed and said "If you keep kicking me, this will be a long section of our lives, but you can continue if you want when I get back." I walked over to the door and climbed out.

It was just getting light out and I jogged over to the tree where I left it and put the shirt on. I turned to look at the shelter door, and there was a flickering light coming out. I stood there for a minute and wondered what Sam was thinking.

Sam's POV:

What in the name of Garfield's mango juice? Freddie Benson just kissed me! Why? He was right, this totally confused me. I don't even know how to respond. I am so mad, but then again it was a nice kiss. Although I absolutely hate to admit it, the dork is OK looking, and I don't actually hate him. And the first kiss was, don't tell anyone I said this, kind of, almost, a little… awesome. Ever since that kiss I have been having thoughts that even make me sick about his girlfriends… including Carly.

He is getting up and I realize I have not moved. I scramble to my feet and kick him in the stomach, trying to keep my image. He stumbles back but stands up straight still.

He sighs and simply says "If you keep kicking me, this will be a long section of our lives, but you can continue if you want when I get back." And then he walked out. Now I am really confused and scared. Scared because I may be falling for the king of all the dorks.

I hope you enjoyed a little look into the thoughts of the main (and only) character's views on each other. Sorry, I'm kind of a human thesaurus. Review.