Chapter 2

Sunday haze

Shay apartment

"Hey Freddie?" Carly said catching Freddie's shoulder

As the hand made contact with his shoulder Freddie batted it away and made a 180 degree turn and gave her a panic stricken look but as soon as she saw it, it was gone and replaced by stone, his face unreadable. Freddie started to walk towards Carly, when he took two steps towards her Carly took one shaky step back being overcome by an irrational fear from the cold and dead look in his eyes. It didn't take long for Freddie to reach her, snatching Carly's wrist and directing her towards the couch and throwing her there. Carly felt afraid but also a sense of excitement from Freddie's new attitude, as soon as Carly hit the couch Freddie was on top of her and kissing her full on the mouth with such force that Carly was sure she could taste a bit of blood in her mouth from the impact of his lips and hers. Carly tried to fight him off but couldn't keep it up as Freddie slid his hands down her jeans, and into her panties.

Freddie slid one finger into her causing Carly to give a slight whimper in both pleasure and fear, she felt the smooth lubrication as his fingers slid into her and wondered if she had wet herself in the gist of fear. Soon her mind clouded and her vision started to swim, Carly gave into Freddie and started kissing him back. Breaking away from the slightly bloody tongue fight, Freddie pulled back from Carly locking her dazed eyes with his as he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them clean off her and tossing them to the far wall and was soon followed by her panties. Freddie grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head and ripped her bra off her in one single motion. Freddie sucked on her breasts and nibbled on her nipples, Carly's breathing was getting erratic as she gave out cries of pleasure.

Freddie stopped focusing on her erect pencil erasers and started trailing kisses down her stomach until reaching her cunt; Carly instinctively brought up her knees and spread her legs further apart to give Freddie a good look at her fat cat. Freddie started to lick Carly none too ferociously to be rewarded with Carly loosing control herself while giving out half moans and biting down on her lower lip, her naked body glistening with Sweat and rubbing against the couch.

'Why haven't we done this before' Carly thought as she tried spread her legs future apart.

Carly having a hard controlling her pleasure grabbed Freddie's head thrusting him deeper into her and giving out moans of pleasure. She could feel it coming, she was about to come.

"I'm…I...I'm about to come" she thought trying to warn him but only gave out more moans and yelps of pleasure.

Freddie as if oblivious to her cries and moans continued lick her. Carly's vision was getting dim and blurry as she reached euphoria

"Oh Freddie!" Carly cried out as she shot up from her bed

Panting hard Carly looked around her empty room in confusion and deduced that it had all been a dream. Slumping back into her bed with a smile on her face and her breathing still a bit labored, she felt a wetness between her legs but payed it no mind as her mind was preoccupied with other thoughts. The dream still fresh in her mind was disturbing, she had dreamt about boys before; even Freddie made into one of her risqué dreams once in a while but it never went beyond the romance and the breath taking kissing.

After a few minutes collecting her thoughts Carly got out of bed and headed for the shower. Carly stepped into the shower and let the semi hot water rain down her body, her thoughts always returning to Freddie and what had happened yesterday. She figured his reaction to her touch is what had set her off into having that dream. Yesterday she had seen a new side of him not the wimpy love sick dork, though she'd never call him that to his face or anyone's at that. This other side of Freddie was nothing but fantasy when she thought about it but still it had scared her, and after the dream she was longing for him to look at her that way again. Just thinking about him that way was starting to get her moist, and with evidence from her sheets she was not wetting herself the smell was not piss funky. She could guess what was happening to her, she had heard enough stories in the girl's bathroom to know that this was a product of her racy thoughts. She didn't know what this new side to Freddie she saw was real or not but she would bring it out real or not.

Carly finished her shower got dressed and went downstairs to find the apartment devoid of life; she hadn't seen Spencer since yesterday when he went over to sacko's. She went into his room to find him slumped face first onto his bed.

"Rough night" she deduced as she walked out

She was about to make herself a snack and head back to her room, when there was a knock on the door. She was seized by a bit of a thrill as she thought it might be Freddie.

The Streets

10:38 am

Sam Puckett rounded the corner to Carly's apartment building muttering soft curses to herself as she walked. She had left her house early today; she just had to get away from the place she called home for a few hours. Her mother had brought home another sleaze bag to 'play' around with, this was nothing new but what had made her leave was the guy kept looking at her in pervy ways and she just couldn't take the noises they made anymore.

"Damn it, I shouldn't be up this early on a Sunday" Sam mumbled as she entered the building lobby

She had decided against taking the elevator but as she was about to take the stairs the elevator dinged open and in it was Mrs. Benson. They stared at it each other a while but Mrs. Benson seemed to be in a hurry and continued on her way out the building, Sam guessed it must have been some sort hospital emergency, she had seen a few ambulances in a hurry to get somewhere on her way here.

Deciding on taking the newly arrived elevator Sam was at Carly's apartment door in no time. She was going to barge in but thought to knock for once and she did so; she knocked twice.

The door swung open with an expectant Carly on the other side but as soon as they made eye contact her face fell a little but then gave her usual smile.

"Since when do you knock" Carly said with a bit of a humor in her voice and motioned for Sam to enter

"I don't know just thought I'd give it a shot, so you expecting anyone?"

"No why?"

"I don't know it's just you gave me a weird look at the door "

"What look?"

"Ahh…never mind it was probably just me"

"Uhm ok, so what brings you over here so early I thought you'd still be asleep by now"

"Yeah well I just had to get out of the house today" Sam replied with a sad smile

Carly got the sense that something was troubling Sam but didn't want to pry. She hated that even though they were best friends Sam didn't talk to her about her problems, but that was just Sam always the suffer in silence type, still that didn't mean she would give up she would have to ask Sam about it later.

"I was about to make a snack you want anything?" Carly asked

"I'll have whatever you'll have"

Carly and Sam settled into the couch and watched TV when Carly was done making them a snack. They settled into a comfortable routine of eating and watching TV with Carly was thinking of ways of asking Sam to open up on why she spends so much time there instead of home. She already had a couple reasons why but She couldn't be sure, She knew Sam's mother was a drunk and all but she suspected there was more to it and hoped Sam would open up to her about it.

"Hey Sam?" Carly began

"Yeah?" she droned half listening

"You know you can tell me anything right? Me being your best friend and all" she added with a bit of nervous humor

"Yeah" she said as she turned from the TV to stare at Carly

"So is everything ok? At home I mean" as soon as Carly asked the question Sam turned back to the TV

"Everything's fine, as fine as it can be anyway" she replied unemotionally

"Come on Sam I know something's wrong, you spent the entire week here and when you do go back home your back here on a Sunday before noon?" Carly said getting annoyed.

"If you don't want me here Carly then just say so, there's no need to make this a bigger deal than it is" Sam replied getting up and heading for the door

"No wait Sam its not that, I'm just making sure everything is o.k., I don't mind having you around you don't have to go"

Sam stopped half way to the door. She hated lying to Carly but she didn't want to burden her with her stupid problems.

"Thanks Carls but everything is fine, ok?" Carly gave a slight nod "Great but I guess you are right I do spend much time here, I better go"

"No wait u just got here" Carly replied feeling deflated

"Nah I better get out of here I'm sure my mom is missing me" She lied with a small smile.

Carly watched as Sam left with a fake smile planted on her face. Carly felt bad for what had happened

'Sam must hate me' she thought,

'I'll treat her to a smoothie tomorrow that should fix things'

Carly went back to the couch and watched TV, but her thoughts were soon invaded by Freddie.

Hallway

Sam stood in the hallway her back to the Shay apartment while looking on to the Benson apartment. She felt stupid for leaving Carly because right now she didn't know where to go. Home was the last place she wanted to be but she had no where else to go but home. As Sam turned to leave she heard someone give out a short yelp followed by a dull thud, she then turned to the direction of the sounds and they were coming from the Benson apartment. Sam smiled as a plan started to formulate in her mind.

Benson apartment

One Fredward Benson sat on the stairs of his apartment fire escape/balcony a glass in hand starring off into space as a radio he had placed outside with him played at a random station. Freddie hadn't slept last night his thoughts too lively for sleep; he had slept for an hour at most today around 7 am but had gotten a wake up call from his dear old mother shortly after. She hadn't seemed to care or notice his sleepless state as she once again needed a fix on her sexual needs this time though she had made him return last nights reward. Freddie was sure He could still taste her if he tried hard enough. Still he couldn't blame his mother for letting her loneliness get the better of her mind. She was sick and if this was what it took to keep her all right he could live with it…for now anyway. As that thought ran through his head He felt ashamed and selfish in a way, giving into her sickness just so he can have his "mommy" there to take care of him. Freddie was glad his mother had left; he needed some time alone, she had left for an emergency at the clinic. Apparently there was a small out break of some sort of virus during a high school basketball tournament and they needed all the hands they could get to treat the players and fans.

Freddie looked down at his glass and noticed it was now empty; He didn't even remember drinking it all, maybe the first and second bitter sips. He was drinking vodka and even though he knew that it wasn't the best of ideas he just needed it to knock Him out for the rest of his time alone, because right now he was finding it hard to shut down his brain. Consequences of being a genius he thought with a small smile.

He stumbled a bit as he walked back into the house to pour himself more of the good stuff. Freddie went in to the kitchen and opened the cabinet under the sink which was where his mother, though claiming not to drink hid her emergency supply of alcohol. This time Freddie took the entire bottle not wanting to make anymore trips back and fourth. As he was passing the living room he stumbled on a corner of the carpet and tripped giving out a short yelp in surprise and a thud was heard as he dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. He slowly picked himself up with little grunts before being back on two feet. Freddie jumped a little when he heard a knock at the door.

Freddie stood still in the living room looking at the door; He thought it might be Carly wanting to talk about his weirdness yesterday.

'Maybe if I keep quite long enough she'll leave' Freddie thought warily

"Open the door Fredward I can hear you thinking in there" Sam said in a hushed tone so as not to alert Carly of her lingering presence

Freddie still didn't move deciding on his next move, thinking Sam was here to kick His ass over what happened with Carly. Deciding to investigate he walked to the door and opening it just a crack using the door chain to keep her from barging in.

"What do you want Sam?" he questioned

"What I can't drop by to say hi to a friend"

"Were friends?" he asked slightly shocked at the term she used

"Yeah whatever now let me in" Sam said in a rushed tone not wanting Carly to come out and find her there

"Sorry can't my mum is sterilizing the apartment right now, maybe another time hey" Freddie said as he was shutting the door but a foot prevented him from closing the door

"I saw your mommy leave an hour ago Fredward now let me in" She said through gritted teeth, she couldn't believe the nerd was giving her such resistance He is usually like putty in her hands.

"Hold on" Freddie mumbled quietly but Sam caught it or at least she thought she did as the door slammed shut

Freddie took the vodka bottle to the fire escape and returned to the door and hoped that Sam had not heard him and left. He swung the door open just as she was turning away, He was going to close the door shut again but she spun around faster than he could close the door. Sam stared daggers at him as she walked in and He gave her a nervous smile while leading her to the living room.

Sam looked around the place clearly disturbed by its neat and tidiness so much she couldn't stand it, it reminded her of hospitals. She heard a bit of music coming from the fire escape/balcony and started towards it. She thought it weird that Freddie hadn't said a thing as she wondered deeper into the apartment but knew he kept his eyes trained on her, though she couldn't see him she could feel his eyes on her. She walked out on to the fire escape/balcony and saw a bottle of vodka and the camping chair Freddie was sitting on the time they shared their first kiss, she was glad he was behind her and away from her face because she was blushing.

'A bloody chair sends you down girly lane, unbelievable' she silently chided herself

"Sam?" Freddie questioned walking past her and switching off the radio

"Yeah?" she replied without meeting his gaze.

"Why are you here?" He hoped it didn't sound too rude, but he just needed some alone time today

"I just need a place to hang out for a few hours" she replied her voice low and deflated

"Why didn't you just go over to Carly's?"

"I don't want to bother her today"

"But decided to bother me" Freddie said while rolling his eyes

"Look Fredward if you want me gone I'll go"

Sam was getting annoyed at his attitude today, She hadn't thought He'd complain so much all too happy to have a smoking hot babe like herself all to himself, not that she would have let him get anywhere near her junk though.

"Ok then please leave" he said nonchalantly, Freddie was tired and wasn't up for whatever scheme or prank she wanted to pull

Sam looked at Freddie incredulously she hadn't thought He'd kick her out him being such a push over and all. Sam felt her blood run cold for some reason, though she'd never admit it she always thought she could count on Freddie here to be there for whatever she needed.

"Fine" she hissed at him and turned to leave.

Sam was about to walk out the door when Freddie's hand grabbed her wrist and spun Her around to meet His eyes. Freddie looked into Sam's eyes and could have sworn She looked like She was about to cry, but that quickly vanished and replaced by a stony unemotional look.

"Look Sam you can stay, but I need you to promise me one thing"

"What?"

"No tricks, no pranks and no insults, I'm having a bad day so none of that ok?"

"Ok no tricks" she said not meeting his eyes

Freddie led Sam back to the fire escape and laid out a second camping chair for her, she sat down without a word and Freddie joined her at the side as he pulled out the vodka and poured himself a fresh glass. He noted that Sam's eyes were trained at him as he took a sip, he could feel the liquid go down his throat with a burning sensation but he didn't mind, it was all part of the experience. Feeling the weight of Sam's stare Freddie couldn't bring himself to care, if she just kept staring at him and said nothing it would be a bit weird but he would take that over her trash talking any day. It wasn't his first time drinking alcohol; he had a glass of Champaign and a beer last Christmas but He'd never had anything this strong so he hoped he would be out like a light soon enough.

"Since when does a nub like you drink "she said finally seeing he didn't care for her glare

"You'd be surprised of what I do that you or Carly don't know about" Freddie said with a hint of amusement

"No I wouldn't…so are you going to pour this here fair maiden a glass or what" Sam said as Freddie clearly amused turned to look at her.

"Fair maiden?" Freddie let out a chuckle at that "I'll give you points for trying to appealing to my inner nerd though" Freddie finished getting up to pour her a drink.

Sam had always hated alcohol or just what it had turned her mother into, but she had gotten drunk a few times by herself and with Carly once when she needed some time away from dear old mother. She was surprised to see Freddie drinking but as she really looked at him she could tell he really was having a bad day; she could see the bags under his eyes showing he hadn't gotten much sleep. She watched as he poured her a small amount of the transparent liquid and handed her the glass. She took the glass and downed it all in one go and had to give it her all to keep herself from making a face as the bitter taste bit into her tongue and throat. She watched as Freddie gaped at her lack of a reaction and couldn't help but smile as she held out her glass for more

"So I guess you've drank this stuff before huh "Freddie said still amazed at her lack of reaction

"Nah I'm just stronger than the average dork I guess" She said her smile turning to a smirk

"I thought we said no insults "Freddie said with a roll of the eyes

"After all the things I've called you in the past you consider that an insult?" Sam asked still smirking

"Hmm…I guess not" He said thinking back a bit

Freddie poured Sam another but a little bit more than the last time, she had proved she could handle it. As they sat with their legs stretched out on to the balcony wall looking out at the view of the city they fell into a comfortable silence, that was until Freddie got up to switch the radio on again. He was returning to his seat when he noticed the look on Sam's face, it was glazed and she seemed to be staring off into space.

"So what's up with you today, you look like something's on your mind" Freddie said braking Sam out of her reverie

"I don't want to talk about it" She said looking him in the eye

Freddie was about to reply when Sam started digging into her pockets, He stared at her in confusion as She pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She held out the pack and a lighter to him with amusement written all over her eyes.

"Well what do you say Freddie?" she asked staring into his eyes as if daring him

"Well why not" He replied accepting the pack "Its not like they cause cancer" he finished with a sarcastic tone

Freddie pulled one out of the pack and taking the light from Sam's hands, their fingers grazing each other as he took the lighter. He lit the cigarette and took a long drag which was cut short by his coughing; He could hear Sam laugh at him in-between his coughs. Freddie got his coughing under control and held out the cigarette to Sam who hadn't stopped laughing.

"Sorry Fredward but I don't smoke" she said wiping a tear out of her eye

"Neither *cough* do I but I did it anyway" He said annoyance clear in his voice

"Alright all right Fredward, if it will make you feel better" She said still smiling

She took a drag and quickly started to cough and it was Freddie's turn to laugh as she tried to get herself under control. Once she had stopped coughing she held it out for him, and he took it and repeated the coughing process but a little under control this time around. They kept exchanging the cigarette and coughing until it was finished and Sam threw it off the fire escape/balcony.

"So what are you doing with a pack of cigarettes anyway?" Freddie questioned

"They're not mine, I swiped them from my mom before I left this morning" she replied and stared off into space

"Why?"

"I can take her drinking and all but I don't want her smoking, it will do her in faster than the booze"

"Tried talking to her about it?"

"Yeah, but lately things have been bad its either she's passed out or too drunk to care for what I'm talking about" She said still staring into space

"Is that why you've been spending so much time here?"

"Yeah" she said quietly

"If she won't listen to you why do you even bother?" he asked in a low voice

"Because she's my mom and even though she is an alcoholic she is all me and Melanie have" She said her voice low and hoarse

"Yeah" this time it was Freddie, who was staring off into space as he thought about his own mother; she was all he had.

"Hey Freddie?"

"Yeah?" he replied quietly

"What I told you today, it stays between us ok?" Sam tried to sound as threatening as she could

"Ok" He replied looking down at their empty glasses

"Hey Freddie?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, for letting me hang out here a while"

Freddie turned to look Sam in the eye and gave her a curt nod before refilling their glasses with transparent liquid. They sat in silence letting the radio play when Sam noted that it was a rap music station, she looked at Freddie and raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" He questioned

"Since when you are into rap or whatever this is" she said in a humorous voice

"I'm not I just didn't bother to change the station when I switched it on" he said rolling his eyes

"You never told me what your doing out here, drinking vodka and listening to rap and all before noon if I may add"

"You didn't ask" he replied trying to dodge the question

"Well I'm asking now"

"No reason really I just couldn't get any sleep so I decided to have some vodka to knock me out" he replied curtly.

"Mmmmhm" Sam made a noncommittal sound not buying his half truth but she didn't ask for more

Sam took her glass and drank the rest of her vodka, she pulled her legs off the balcony edge and sat upright and turned to face Freddie who gave her an inquisitive look. She stood up and stumbled around a bit before finding her footing and standing up straight before looking at Freddie who was chuckling at her lack of co-ordination.

She went over to the radio and switched it to a modern rock station which played most of the songs she liked, she then turned and went back to her chair and slumped down on it. She went back to her previous sitting position and Freddie poured them another round, as the bitter taste was forgotten they continued to chat about random things.

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Sam opened her eyes to look around and even though her vision was blurry she knew where she was, she looked to her right to see Freddie blacked out on his chair and it all came back to her. She and Freddie had continued drinking until they finished the bottle, She recalled them dancing at some point but it was all too fuzzy. She got up from her chair to look at Freddie who looked a mess and was drooling, and she couldn't help but smile.

She looked down at her naked feet and quickly started looking for her shoes; she had to get out of there before "momma Benson" got back. Once she had her shoes on and grabbed the empty vodka bottle she turned to leave but gave on last look at Freddie's sleeping face and bent down to give Freddie a quick kiss on the cheek, but as she rose she noticed she had left a kiss lipstick mark on him and also noticed a hicky on his neck. She didn't remember giving him a hicky or putting on any lipstick but that didn't matter she'd just blame it on the alcohol should Freddie ask if anything happened. She headed back into the house but as soon as she entered she wished she hadn't.

The house didn't remind her of hospitals anymore but reminded her of what her house looks like when she wakes up in the morning to find her mother passed out on the couch. As soon as the shock wore off Sam stopped gaping and smirked the place looked like a tornado had blown through and she had to admit she liked it this way. Sam headed for the door figuring Freddie will clean everything up before his mother came back or have a good enough lie to cover his ass.

Shay apartment

Carly stood in front of her apartment door debating on going to see Freddie with her tedious sitting around on the couch watching TV wasn't helping with her current situation. She had watched TV half of the day between her trips to the bathroom as thoughts of her dream overwhelmed her. Even though she had tried pleasuring her self multiple times the itch was still there and she couldn't scratch it. Carly felt electricity run through her as she heard the Benson apartment door open; she quickly threw the door in front of her open only to gain a confused look on her face.

"Sam?"

T.B.C

A.N: Reviews are always welcome, and for any mistakes let me know and I'll fix it right up.

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