A/N: Back again! Finally! You guys have NO idea how long it took me to upload this. My computer wasn't letting me log into . It said something like "invalid Image Verification" but nowhere for my to type in an image that wasn't there. Lol. But I'm back!

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Shocked would be an understatement if you were to call Rona that. She was more than just shocked, she was FLOORED. She couldn't believe that Freddie had actually been telling the truth.

The closer she looked at Samuel, the more familiar he looked, but she shrugged it off. No wonder Freddie didn't want anything to do with me. She thought, glaring at the two boys making out in the middle of the hallway.

Freddie was really getting into it. Rona observed.

"I-I think we should go." Freddie breathed out in between kisses.

Sam nodded and pulled away reluctantly.

"K. Bye Carly and...girl." Sam nodded to them both and Freddie and she were on their way back to Freddie's apartement.

Rona was livid, to say the least. She was so sure he wasn't gay. Rona glared at their retreating forms.

If she couldn't have him...nobody could.

Ans so Rona started to cook up her own master plot.

"I'll need someone who hates him..." she muttered.

"Ah...Samantha Puckett." she realized. "She hates him. I bet she could do it." Rona grinned and walked away, satisfied with her strategy.

iANG iANG iANG...

Freddie and Sam walked to Freddie's house together, holding hands. Neither of them spoke until they made it to the Bushwell Plaza. They were greeted by the screams of Lewbert, the nasty doorman.

"GET OUTTA MAH LOBBEH!" he screeched.

Sam and Freddie said nothing to him, simple went upstairs, flipping him off simultaniously. When they arrived at Freddie's apartement, Freddie unlocked the door to let them in. His mother was not home, she was working the night shift tonight and left an hour before Freddie got home.

Freddie turned to Sam. "What was that?" he asked.

Sam blushed, but said nothing.

"What? What is it? We need to talk about this." Freddie reasoned.

Sam shook her head. "No we don't. Not at all. We could just...not talk...?" she asked.

Freddie furrowed his brow."I'm sure that wasn't a sentance. But, yes, Sam, we do need to talk. Now I don't know about you, but...that kiss..."

Sam held her breath, waiting for Freddie to let her down gently.

"It was...amazing, and...I...I just...I liked it. I like you." Freddie blushed himself, trying to avoid her gaze.

Sam smiled. "Really?" she asked.

Freddie nodded. "really. I jsut...don't kill me, Sam...but...would you like to go out with me? As my girl...or boy, when you're dressed like that..." Sam chuckled. "friend?" he asked.

"So...lemme get this straight. You want me to be your secret girlfriend, and your public boyfriend?" she asked.

Freddie blushed, looked at his feet, and nodded.

"Yes." he mumbled.

Sam grinned and crashed her lips onto his, feeling his breath on her skin and his hands roaming her body.

"Yes...I would love to be your...other." she smiled against his lips and they kissed once more, which prompted another huge make-out session. This time, however, they had a room to go to, and proceeded to head to Freddie's bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

The next day in Math class, the only class Sam didn't have with Freddie, Sam felt a piece of paper hit her head.

"Sam..." it read.

Sam flipped it open to find a shocking note.

"Would you like to finally get that nerd you've always been picking on? Freddie Benson? Here's my proposition...You need to break up him and his little boyfriend. Can you get him to cheat on his boyfriend with you? I know he's gay, so you may have to dress up as a guy and kiss him. But just as long as it looks like he's cheating on his boyfriend with you. We'll need to dress you up as a guy and have you kiss Freddie in front of Freddie's boyfriend. If I can't have him...nobody can. I'm willing to pay for you to do this. So, are you in?"

-Rona Burger.

Sam's eyes flared with anger. How dare she?

Suddenly Sam's eyes grew bright. Wait just a minute. She could have fun with this, and get paid in the process.

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