Chapter 19

The two of them could have stayed in each other's arms all night; unfortunately though, Freddie's cell phone began to ring.

He groaned as he let go of Sam to grab his phone. He knew the ringtone, and he looked to Sam and whispered, "Mom," and rolled his eyes. Sam also rolled her eyes and smiled back at him.

"Hi, mom," Freddie said as he answered the phone, "Yes, mom, I'm still at Carly's place; up in the studio." Freddie stood up while he was speaking. He offered a hand to Sam to help her up, and he pulled her up.

"Yes, I know it's really getting late," he stated patiently to his mother on the phone, "I've just about got everything done here, and I'll be home in a couple of minutes."

Normally, Sam wouldn't want to be anywhere near Freddie when he was on the phone. But she was feeling so happy right now; that she felt like being a little ornery. She slipped in behind Freddie, and began to nibble on his ear.

Freddie continued, "No mom, it's not necessary for you to come o-…Sam!" He snickered as he felt Sam behind him doing something to his ear. He turned around to see Sam laughing hysterically at him. Ordinarily, he would have been mad at her for doing something like this, but he just grinned at her, "Oh, you're so going to get it!"

"You gotta catch me first," she laughed and began to move around the room.

Freddy hung up the phone on his mother, and began to chase Sam around the room. It took about a minute to catch her, as she was dodging him at every turn. Finally, he got his arms wrapped around her waist, and they dropped into a beanbag chair. They giggled as they held each other. Then they leaned into each other and kissed passionately.

As they broke the kiss, they kept themselves close to each other as they leaned their foreheads on one another, and closed their eyes. They took a few deep breaths as they relaxed.

"Freddie!" Mrs. Benson's voice shrilled from below them, "I want you down here this instant!"

They both opened their eyes and groaned. They looked to the stairway, and knew it was time to go downstairs.

"I guess we better go downstairs and face real life," Freddie said disappointedly. He and Sam stood up from the beanbag chair.

"Do we have to?" Sam asked softly. The shrieking sound of Mrs. Benson calling for her son again answered her question.

"I'm coming!" Freddie hollered agitatedly to his mother. He turned to Sam, "I'm afraid so," he said quietly, smirking slightly.

Sam smiled, and kissed his cheek. She grabbed his hand and they began to walk down the stairs.

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"Frederick Benson, I can't remember the last time I have been so upset with you. I can't believe you hung up on your own mother." Mrs. Benson barked at her son as he finally had come downstairs with Sam.

Carly and Spencer were still on the couch, but it looked as though they had fallen asleep watching the movie that had been on. Mrs. Benson had awaked the two up when she had come over to get her son.

"I'm sorry, mom," Freddie answered, "That was an accident." He looked over to Sam indicating that she had something to do with it. She just smiled, but she turned and looked away from them.

"It is very, very late, now let's go," Mrs. Benson said impatiently motioning for her son to follow her out the door.

Freddie, who was still holding Sam's hand, began to walk towards the door, with her following him, "Good night Carly, and Spencer," he said grinning.

As Sam was following Freddie out the door, she called to them, "I'll be back in a minute cupcake,"

It was at that moment that Carly realized that Sam and Freddie were holding hands. Her eyes widened, "Whoa, wait a minute Sam," she hollered, "what's going on here?"

Sam looked back as she walked out the door, "I'll tell you in a sec." She smiled as she disappeared out the door.

Mrs. Benson hadn't noticed anything either, until she was opening the door to her apartment, and saw Freddie waiting there with Sam holding his hand.

Mrs. Benson looked shocked, "Frederick Benson is there something you need to tell me?" She asked her son.

Freddie smiled, "Oh, you mean my new girlfriend?" He asked with a quiet smirk, "Yes, Sam and I got together about twenty minutes ago."

Sam smiled as well. "We've only been going out for twenty minutes?" She asked quietly looking at him.

Mrs. Benson turned to Sam. "Do you care about my son, Samantha?" She asked a little surprised. Mrs. Benson had grown to like Sam more since Sam and Freddie began studying together. But she had no idea there were feelings between the two of them. "Because I thought you didn't like my Freddie very much, since you always make fun of him."

"I've always liked your son," Sam answered somewhat politely, "and I care about him very much. I tease him, because that is who I am. Freddie has been a very good influence on me, and my teasing him is having a good influence on him."

"Mom," Freddie put in, "Sam has made me a lot tougher of an individual; she makes me stand up for myself. She makes me stronger and more secure. I have never been more happier in my life, than when she and I spend time together."

Sam appreciated the comments, and gave his hand a squeeze. Freddie pulled their conjoined hands to his lips, and kissed her hand.

Mrs. Benson was speechless. She stood there looking at the two teenagers for a moment. "Very well then," she said as she walked inside the apartment, "Freddie, say good night to your girlfriend, but be quick." She disappeared inside.

Freddie turned to face Sam, and took her other hand, "I don't know about you, but I don't want this night to end." He said calmly.

Sam began to smile, "You're always going to be a dork, aren't you?" She happily began swinging they're locked hands around back and forth gently.

He grinned, "And you're never going to quit insulting me, are you?"

Sam continued to smile, "Why should I stop?" She asked playfully, "this is what we do. We've always done it, and we'll continue to do it. I believe that's what will make our relationship work. Don't you agree?"

Freddie rolled his eyes, "Agreed," he sighed. Then he stopped swinging his arms with Sam, and pulled her close to him. His eyes twinkled, "As long as you know who's "dork" I am?" He asked with a big grin.

Sam smiled the biggest grin she had all night, "Oh, you're definitely "my" dork, baby." She leaned into him and kissed his lips passionately.

"Awwww," came the sound of Carly's voice as she stood in her doorway looking at them, "You guys…"

"Okay, I better go in," Freddie said blushing as he let go of Sam, and walked into his apartment, "I'll see you in the morning."

"You better…" Sam said seriously; then smirked as she backed across the hallway to Carly's door.

"I love you, Sam." Freddie called to her softly.

"I love you too, Freddie." She replied just as softly as he shut the door. Sam turned to face Carly, who was standing there with a big grin on her face. "Aw, what mom?" She sighed.

Carly giggled, "I want to know everything."

Sam groaned, "Man, can't we do this in the morning, I'm tired," she dragged herself back into Carly's apartment, and began to make her way to Carly's bedroom.

"Don't you dare do this to me, Sam," Carly complained, "I'm dying to know. Can't you tell me anything?"

Sam smiled, "I'll tell you this," she said as she plopped down on Carly's bed, "I just had the best possible night of my life." With that, she closed her eyes.

Author's Note: Kind of a short chapter, and I supposed it could have been joined with the previous chapter but I chose not to. You'll see Mrs. Benson a little more in these final chapters too. Sam and Freddie get to spend their first full day together as bf/gf in the next chapter. Which one is Freddie? Find out!