The entire car ride was silent. Spencer didn't want to talk, Carly had to bribe him with a fork or something to get him to do it. Don't ask, I have no idea. I peeked at Carly and saw a huge smile plastered on her face. It was one that said 'I am victorious!' And I'm sure if we weren't in a car right now, she would be jumping for joy.

Alright so we're going to get there, and I'm going to ask to see her. Yes, it's going to be that simple, at least in my mind it is. Hopefully it will be. I could feel the sweat on my hands building up and I quickly rubbed them against my jeans, pretending that maybe wiping the nervous sweat off would also wipe the nervousness off. I doubt it.

Before I knew it, we were here. I didn't wait for Spencer to shut the car off or Carly to get out. I just ran right to the building, quickly entering and making my way to the front desk. "Hi, I need to see Sam Puckett. What room is she in?"

The man, who strangely resembled Lewburt, minus the wart, looked at me like I had five heads. "Um, young man, I don't mean to be rude but you do realize that it's 5 in the morning right?" I nodded my head and stayed silent, waiting for him to give me my visitors pass. "Visiting hours don't start until 9, so unless you're related to her somehow, I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait."

Without thinking, I blurted out "I'm her boyfriend, does that count for anything?"

"I'm sorry son, but no, you're just going to have to-"

"Please!" I practically screamed, startling the very few people that were here in the lobby. "It's an emergency. I need to see her. It's a life or death situation."

Okay, so I may have exaggerated that a bit, but hey, it got the job done. Within five minutes, he had handed me a pass, secretly of course, and I was headed up to Sam's floor, only rooms away from hers. "Alright, here goes nothing." I whispered to myself as I knocked on the door.

"Carls, I know I told you to come by in the morning, but I didn't think that meant at 5." She said in an annoyed voice as I heard footsteps walking to the door. It was then that I realized I should've brought bait. Like bacon, or some sort of meat. Just to calm her down. I heard the door knob turn and contemplated making a run for it. I would come back later, with food. But it was too late.

She stood before me, curly hair and bright blue eyes, but I felt different looking at her. When I used to, I would be scared. Sure, I would notice how beautiful she became and yes, I would feel a little something, like lust or whatever. But right now, standing in front of me, my feelings were inexplainable. And all I wanted to do was kiss her. It really was strange.

"W-what are you doing here?" She asked, stuttering a bit, obviously shocked that I was there so early, or at all for that matter.

I didn't answer, I just pushed past her and walked over to her bed, sitting down. "We need to talk." I saw her peering out the door, looking for a way out. Nope, sorry sweetheart, but there are guards blocking all doorways. "Sit down, Sam. There's no way out of this conversation."

She looked at me for a moment, but quickly looked away. "Make it quick, Fredward, mama's gotta catch up on her beauty sleep."

I chuckled lightly to myself. And then it was silent. This was just like after the kiss, except now, the cards were in my hands. I decided that sitting on a bed with the girl that I possibly love, who looks really hot right now was not the best way to figure things out. I got up and walked to the other side of her room, standing behind her bed. She wasn't looking at me, but I knew she would still be able to hear me. "Can we talk about the kiss?"

"What kiss?"

I rolled my eyes, still the same old Sam. "You know what I'm talking about, Sam." She was silent again, and I took that as my turn to continue. "Why'd you do it?"

This time she faced me and I saw her roll her eyes before talking. "Because I'm crazy, Benson, isn't that obvious by now?"

"Sam!" I shouted at her, but then walked over to her, taking her hand in mine. "You're not crazy! Why you checked yourself in here, I have no idea. Just because you're in love with me-"

She quickly pulled her hand out of my grasp and cut me off. "Woah woah there, don't get your panties in a bunch there, nub. I never said that I was in love with you."

"But-but you kissed me!" I shouted, standing up.

"So? You act like I jumped your bones. Don't get ahead of yourself, I was just trying to shut you up."

"I don't believe you." I slightly whispered. It was barely inaudible, I'm shocked she heard me.

"Well, believe it Benson, it happens sometimes. You were just rambling so-"

This time, I cut her off. "No, Sam. Stop running from this! We need to have this conversation for real!" She didn't say anything and I knew that it was true: She really did love me. "When?"

"When, what?"

I rolled my eyes, she was still trying to play dumb. "When did you start feeling this way?" She looked away from me, but I sat back down next to her put my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Talk to me, Sam."

"It was gradual, mostly. I'm not sure when it started. But lately, it was unavoidable, my feelings grew and grew and grew. God, I hate feeling like this!" She got up and was now shouting at me. "Why did you have to do all of this to me?" I gave her a confused look, but she didn't let me question her. "We're supposed to hate each other, Benson! I-"

"I've never hated you, Sam."

She rolled her eyes again. "See? That's exactly what I mean! You're not supposed to say stuff like that. You weren't supposed to be my first kiss, you weren't supposed to save me when I asked for help or laugh at my jokes, or let me beat you in arm wrestling." I widened my eyes a little bit, wondering how she figured it out. "You think I haven't noticed how big your arms are? Obviously you're sporting a bit of muscle on them. You couldn't have lost to me."

"Sam-"

She put a finger up to stop me. "No, let me finish. When you were going out with Carly, or whatever, it hurt. Sure, I knew you always loved Carly and you always will be in love with her, but I never knew that you guys would actually happen. But I just want to tell you, that what I told you about you being her bacon, I said it out of love, not jealously. I just don't want you to think that-"

This time, it was my turn to cut her off mid-ramble. How did I cut her off? Why, the same way she did at the lock-in. As soon as I placed my lips on hers, there it was. Fireworks blasted off everywhere. It was at that moment that I realized it was real, my feeling for her. I am truly in love with her. God only knows how it happened, but I'm glad it did.

When I pulled away, she had a shocked look on her face, and I figured that's how I must've looked right after she kissed me. "I love you Sam. I don't care what you say, I don't know how it happened, I'm not even sure what's going on right now. My head's still sort of spinning. But one thing is for sure: I don't and have never been in love with Carly. It's taken me years to realize it, but I'm not. It's you Sam. I want you." I saw her smile and my stomach did flip-flops. Weird, but I can definitely get used to it.

"So, Sam, will you go on a date with me?"

I figured her answer would be yes, that's why the question came out so simply. Much to my surprise, she said, "No."

My eyes widened as the rejection sunk in. "W-what? Why?"

"Because we're not supposed to!" I rolled my eyes, so we're back onto that rant, I see.

"Sam, who cares what we're not supposed to do, you never cared before!"

I knew that she knew I was right. There was something else, she wasn't telling me. I figured that I pressed her enough for confessions tonight, and would leave it for another day. "We just can't, Benson."

"I'm not going to give up." I whispered, taking her hand in mine.

Much to my surprise, she put her free hand on my cheek, pulling me in for another kiss. This one wasn't as passionate as the others, but it was sweet. And the fireworks were there once again. Is that going to happen every time? God, I hope so. "The answer's going to be no every time, Freddie."

Then without warning, she laid down in her bed and practically pushed me off. "Now it's time for you to go, it's bed time for Mama."

Confused, I got up and walked to the door. Before leaving, however, I said "I love you, Sam." Only to get the reply, "Whatever, just make sure you turn the lights off."

I smiled to myself, completely and utterly confused at what just happened. She basically said that she loved him, right? Well, his feeling were out there, it's her turn.

It wasn't until he was at the elevator that he realized she called him Freddie. Not Fredbag, Fredweird, nub, etc. But Freddie. And that gave him hope.

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