Hi guys the moment you all been waiting for (not really), but who cares. Here is chapter 5

Sam's P.O.V

"Sam can you tell me what happened?" asked Carly. It was the next morning and we were in our bedroom in aunt petunia's house. I was too depressed to even talk. I couldn't believe he just told me to forget everything. I mean seriously you don't just blow off a person like that. You have to have a reason for doing that. But Freddie didn't. Plus he blew me off right after we were about to kiss. I wasn't talking to anyone these days.

"No," I replied simply. Even though I was really mad, I promised not to tell anyone. I couldn't let anyone find out and let them tell other people, and before you know it they'll start rumors. Especially with chatter-mc-chatterbox. You don't know how much she talks.

"Why not," she whined. I knew she was going to say that.

"Fine, but we have to ankle swear," I finally said. She sighed and took a deep breath. Finally we did all the hand parts and we grabbed each others ankle and said "I swear,". That was when I had to tell her what happened, I hope she didn't tell anyone. "Well remember yesterday when I kind of left you at the beach."

"Ya and you went somewhere else-" she kept mumbling until I couldn't take it.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah I get it, well I actually met Freddie there," I interrupted. Her jaw opened. I knew she wouldn't believe it. I mean how many times do you run into a celebrity at the beach, and not just any celebrity, Freddie Benson. I just hope she believes me, and that she doesn't start rumors saying that I was lying. She finally got the hold of herself, so she could be able to talk.

"What happened next?" she questioned. It felt like she went pretty calm with this. I mean we're talking about the biggest teenage star here. But who cares, I have to get back to my story. I continued.

"Well we talked a bit, but the paparazzi spotted us, so we drove in his car to L.A for sightseeing," While I kept talking Carly nodded her head showing that she understood. One thing I have to ask is why she's acting like this and what she did when I was gone. I kept on going with my story. "We were about to leave. but then we saw the paparazzi's van, so we took a shortcut and got on this muddy dirt road. We kept going until we found quicksand. So we got out and let the car sink," I took a deep breath and kept going. "Later we found a river and jumped inside it-".

"That's why you didn't answer the phone," said Carly in a ohhhhh voice.

"As I was saying, we came back to the beach and he was just about to kiss me," Carly let out a big squeal. I knew she would do that. "But then the paparazzi came, and he said that we shouldn't tell anyone about this day and we would just have to forget all of it." I took a deep breath, hoping that Carly would understand. Her smile turned into a frown, and she looked at me.

"O my gosh Sam I am soooooooooo sorry," said in her calm and steady voice. Looks like she really did understand.

"Oh it's ok, I didn't even have feelings for him," I said quickly. I layed down on the bed. Waiting for her to answer.

"But then why did you kiss him?" she asked while shutting the door so no one could hear us.

"Actually that's be- OMG! I think I'm in love with Freddie!" I yelled.

Spencer's P.O.V

Hmm.. what was that noise?

Sam's P.O.V

"Sam you're going to wake up Aunt Petunia. Keep your voice down," reminded Carly. "And try to relax," she added. I did as she told and took a breath of air in and a breath of air out. I tried to relax, but I just couldn't with all this drama happening.

"Carly I can not be in love with a movie star, it's outrageous," I said. I paced around the room back and forth trying to make everything fit together. "What do I do?" I asked desperately.

Freddie's P.O.V

"Dude you're not talking to me in weeks, what happened?" asked Gibby while he stood near the glass door in the porch. I was trying to process all that happened yesterday, but I swore to Sam that I would forget them. Oh why did I make her cry like that! I must have been a jerk.

"Actually it's been a day," I corrected him.

"I don't care, but what happened?" he questioned while closing the door.

"I cant' tell you," I said. He looked at me with disbelief. He was my best friend sure, but I couldn't tell him everything. I mean this is personal right. I wonder if Sam told it to her best friend. I actually wonder HOW she told her best friend.

"Why not," he whined.

"I'll only tell you if you don't tell anybody," I said. I hope he doesn't tell anybody. It would really ruin my reputation. Like putting my name on the head of a magazine saying "Freddie Benson dating a fan," in capital letters.

"I won't tell," he said while sitting on the chair.

"Brother promise," I said.

"Brother promise," he repeated. I was ready to tell him. I took a deep breath and began.

"Well two days ago I met this girl named Sam, and we started hanging out. Then at the beach I saw her again, so we started talking, but a band of paparazzi's came, so we drove to L.A. Later we were going back, but then we saw the paparazzi's van so we took a shortcut. The car sank in quicksand. So we walked back to Malibu beach," I stopped to take a breath. I saw Gibby nodding, looks like he understands. I continued. "I was just about to kiss her, but then we saw paparazzi come, so I told her that we should never tell this to anyone and that we should just forget what happened," I finally. I was wondering how Gibby would react. Happy? Sad? Surprised? Angry?

"Dude why would you do that? You were just about to kiss her," he questioned. Looks like he's surprised.

"I don't know, I don't want to ruin," I answered. "What do I do?" I asked. I got up and paced back and forth.

"You should probably apologized," he calmly replied.

"You're right, but how?" I asked. He stood up from his chair.

"A good idea is to persuade her to go to one of your concerts and you'll sing for her. Then she'll know that you still like her," he responded.

"Good idea, but how do I get her to my concert?" I questioned again.

"Do I have to think of everything!" he said.

"I'll try to figure it out," I said. He got up to get some fruit in the kitchen, but he stopped when I called him. "Gibby."

"What?" he asks.

"Thanks bro," I say.

"We're brothers," he said while going away. I was actually happy of telling him. Now all I have to do is try to get Sam to one of my concerts and let her know I still like her. But the problem is how. Wow this is going to be harder than I thought.

This is my best out of all five. Hope you guys like it. :)