Hi! WOW I didn't expect anywhere near as many reviews as I got, so thanks so much! Since the response was so great, I have another idea for a third and maybe more chapters! We'll see, first get your review thang on! Also, safehouse is on hiatus because I cba to think of anything else, so... yeah. Any ideas about that fic will be happily received!

Okay, here we go!

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'So he was like "What?" and I was like "Later on!" and then my ex, Michelle, nicest butt ever, came over and was like "Chad, I saw you kissing Joanna!" so I'm like...' Chad prattled on about Gawd knows what whilst gorging on a huge burger, as Sam sat opposite him, boredly picking at her ham melt.

God, Chad's boring. Sam thought. All he talks about it his sports, or his exes, or himself. It's driving me nuts! I'd much rather be home, watching TV. And tbh, I can't get that kiss with Freddie out of my head. It was like... wow. Just imagining it was like meeting the Jonas Brothers five times over.

'Could you excuse me for a minute?' she asked, cutting through the middle of Chad's soliloquy. Chad either nodded or lifted his head so he was able to fit all seventeen layers of his burger in his mouth. Nevertheless, Sam left.

She walked to the bathroom, Carly's annoying shoes clacking loudly on the floor with every step, and, once there, entered a cubicle. Not bothering to close the door, she picked the lock on the window and shoved it open. It was a tight squeeze, even for Sam's skinny frame, but she still managed to scramble out the window, nearly decapitating a couple of teenagers enjoying a make-out session.

She walked quickly back to Carly's place, the black shoes rubbing blisters in her feet. As soon as she'd picked the lock to get in (she seemed to be doing that a lot tonight) she kicked off the shoes and ditched them in the doorway, heading up the stairs where she knew Carly and Freddie were watching a movie.

She recognised the "Move it, move it" song from "Madagascar" as soon as she opened the door to the studio, where Carly and Freddie were sitting in the racecar seat, a large bowl of popcorn between them. Sam couldn't help but notice how Freddie wasn't stealing glances at Carly like he used to, he was just watching the film, though his eyes where slightly glazed over.

'How much have I missed?' Sam asked as she entered the room. Both Carly and Freddie looked up.

'Hey, Sam!' Carly said. 'What's up? Where's Chad?'

'He's still at Il Gnosh,' Sam said. 'I snuck out,' A mischievous smile crossed her face as she spoke of her achievement.

'Aw, no! Is there anything I can do to help?' Carly asked sympathetically.

'You could get me an ice tea?' Sam suggested.

'On it!' Carly left the room.

Sam walked over to the racecar and stole Carly's seat next to Freddie.

'So, good date, huh?' Freddie said, speaking for the first time since Sam arrived.

'Ugh, don't even go there,' Sam groaned. 'It was a bust, wrapped in boredom, with some self-obsessed confetti sprinkled everywhere.' Sam said. She grinned 'And anyway, I thought of something else I'd rather be doing right now.' She shifted closer to Freddie, moving the popcorn bowl out of her way.

'What?' Freddie asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

'Maybe another lesson?' She asked playfully.

'That can be arranged,' Freddie said as he took Sam's hand, pulling her closer.

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Okay, there we go. I've definitely decided to do at least another chapter, maybe a few more. I started writing it last night, and I'll start typing it straight away. I've snuck on the computer before my parents get home, so I've got more time tonight. It should be up by Thursday, maybe tomorrow night. I might get some done tomorrow during the day because I'm sick. I went to school today and struggled through, but Biology tomorrow with a dodgy stomach (and the teacher I've got) is too much.

Okay, reviews are love!

Adios! (I had Spanish today!)

Charz

xoxox