Over 4,000 of you have read this so far? That's amazing. Really, it astounds me to know how many of you love this and keep coming back on a regular basis. Plus, every time I post a new chapter the viewer stats skyrocket, and each chapter seems to bring more people in than the last. And I have a terrible confession to make: I lost inspiration for this story. I WAS going to write what Sam and Freddie dreamt about, but every time I try I screw it up, and then I lose interest. So I'm going back to the regular plotline. If I feel the serious need to go back to their dreams later on, I will.

PS: I am still in an extreme amount of pain, so I apologize if the updating of these next few chapters takes a little while. My left wrist is giving me some serious chiz. The doctor told me that I have carpal tunnel from typing too much...oh, the irony.

To Geekquality, KiyokoMcCurdy, DannySamLover20, MissSeddie, RabxBlack and Quinno96: Thanks soooooo much!

To xXxStompingOnRosesxXx: I love the idea of Sam caring about Freddie's happiness over her own, it seems like something Sam would do. And you have a Star Wars nerd named Nathan? HOP ON THAT. Star Wars nerds can be effing adorable. The REAL Nathan Kress is a Lord of the Rings nerd, which is still unbelievably hot. Oh, Nathan Kress...

To Celestial Rosie: OH NO! What happened to my littlest fan? Tell her I hope she's okay! I want to keep all of my chapters as long as that last one. Thank you for your ideas for when the story returns to normal, I will most definitely teep them in mind when I am writing and very possibly incorporate them in somehow.

To LyshaLuvsSeddie: As always, your reviews make me get that fluttery feeling in my stomach that I always get when someone leaves me an AWESOME review. And I love how you reviewed, while you read the chapter. I have no idea where I got those random bursts of inspiration, they just crop up whenever I get on a roll. I think I typed all of that less chapter in less than an hour o.O

Spencer, Carly and Freddie had started immediately with Sam's tutoring, Carly going first with her vast knowledge of English, the subject Sam was failing the worst.

Sam hadn't been paying attention, zoning off into space while Carly attempted to instruct her on the differences between looking at a text through a Formalist lens and looking at a text through a Psychological lens.

Carly didn't suspect that Sam wasn't paying Carly any mind at first, because in the seventh grade Sam had mastered the art of daydreaming while staring directly at the board and nodding occasionally. It was when Carly asked Sam what Romanticism was that she noticed that Sam's mind was somewhere far, far away.

"Sam? Sam? SAM!" Carly said.

"What?" Sam asked, not even having the decency to look guilty.

"I asked you a question!"

"So?"

"When I ask you a question, especially when we're trying to help you not fail, I kind of need you to answer!"

"Ugh. Fiiiiiiiine. What was the question?"

"What's Romanticism?"

"Uh...those teenage girly books that you love to read so much, the ones you get in the romance novel section of the library?"

"Nope!" And then Spencer, who was sitting next to Sam holding Carly's squirt bottle, squirted Sam in the face.

Sam gasped and sputtered at the sudden cold wetness that hit her face. He had even managed to get some in her mouth, and that was when Sam realized that it wasn't water in the bottle.

"Vinegar, Spencer? REALLY? If I didn't have a little crush on you, you'd be so dead right now?"

Spencer laughed. "Not what you were expecting, is it-wait, what was that?"

"Nothing!"

"ANYWAY," Carly said, clearly amused by the sight of vinegar dripping down her best friend's face, "Let's try this one more time. What's Formalist mean?"

Sam was quick to respond this time. "Formalist means that you're looking at a story or a piece of a story and you're only focusing on that itself, you're not comparing the lead character person to your crazy aunt or anything, just analyzing the text in and of itself."

"Good girl!" Carly reached on the stool behind the dry erase board and grabbed a strip of bacon from the massive pile that she had prepared while Sam was passed out asleep, knowing that Sam would need some incentive for paying attention.

Sam hungrily munched on the fried pork meat, and then something hit her. "Wait, for every right answer, I get a piece of bacon?"

Carly nodded. "And for every wrong answer, Spencer will spray you in the face with vinegar. And if you get 10 questions in a row correct, Freddie here gives you a fatcake." It was then that Carly knew that she had Sam's complete and utter attention. Sam automatically sat up straight in the couch, her mind fully focused on what Carly was teaching her.

In the next three hours, Sam would swear she learned more than she had in the whole school year. Carly and Spencer agreed that Sam had deserved a decent lunch, so the two siblings went to make a run to B.F. Wang's, promising to be back soon.

They made Freddie stay behind.

Carly made Freddie promise not to leave partially because even though there was a promise of delicious food for Sam, there was still a possibility that Sam would try to bail in order to get out of future knowledge.

But mostly it was because there was still a thick tension in the air surrounding Sam and Freddie from the latter's earlier outburst, and Carly wanted that resolved.

Little did the two know, Carly had downloaded a special app on her Pearphone that connected the video camera that her and Sam had set up when Freddie had his date with Valerie that they had never taken down to her phone. As soon as she slid into the passenger's seat of Spencer's car-he had wrecked the motorcycle Carly bought him with her Tekfoot money about six months ago-she pulled up the app (YouSpy) and watched the situation that was unfurling in her own living room between her two best friends in the world.

"So. Start talking. What the hell was all of that about in my apartment the other day?"

Sam gulped. Freddie's voice was a dead monotone, which was highly unusual for him. Sure, she had seen him irritated, and she had seen him completely furious, but this, this was so much worse. Not only did his voice have absolutely no inflection in it, but he just sat there in the red swivel stool, arms crossed, just...looking at her.

"I, uh..." Where to begin? thought Sam. And then she made a conscious decision to tear down the walls inside of her, and let the chips fall where they may.

"I love you, Freddie. And it's more than that. I'm IN love with you. But next year,when we graduate, you're going to go off to some prestigious school for smart people and do great things with your life and marry some bland but nice chick named Lauren or something and have two bland but nice kids and just be smart and successful and me, I'm never going to have that. You know me, college really isn't my schtick. I'm just going to wind up staying here in Seattle, and I don't want to chain you here and not have you go fulfill the life you're meant for. If I ask you to stay with me I know you'll do it just because I want you to, and maybe for now you want it too, but you're going to wind up hating me for holding you back. But I want it, Freddie, I want it all. I want to be the one you come home to when we're thirty and old and have two kids. I want to be the mother of your kids, and I know that one day I can easily see myself married to you and I want it, Freddie."

Sam, finished with her speech, just sat back down on the couch and watched Freddie's unreadable expression.

"You know what, Sam? I understand where you're coming from. I get it. Really, I do. But do you want to know what I heard the most from that?" Sam nodded. "You said 'I' a lot. even though the focus of your little shpiel was me, all I heard you say was what you knew and what you want. What about what I want? Maybe I don't want a bland but nice wife named Lauren or something. Maybe I don't want two nice but bland kids. Did that ever occur to you, what I want in my life? No. It didn't. You're selfish. I love you Sam, more than you'll ever know, but you have to start taking my feelings into consideration in these kinds of things."

Sam winced at the harsh tones in Freddie's voice. He was right, they both knew it. "But Freddie, after graduation, do you really want to be anchored here by me? We both know that I'm not going to do great things with my life."

Then it was Freddie's turn to wince. Sam's fighting voice had returned, and there was an edge of malice to her words.

"WHY THE HELL DOES EVERYONE THINK THEY KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR ME?" Freddie roared. Sam fliched and shrunk back from the fury in Freddie's voice. "You, my mom, Carly, Spencer, the counselor, even Gibby! What I want to do with my life is what I want to do with my life, and I don't need anyone else's input or advice anymore! I'm sick of it, to be honest! And when you were planning out my future and breaking up with me before we even had the chance to become a 'we', Oh Great Miss Puckett, I think you forgot something!"

"Oh yeah, Benson? And what's that?" Sam spat out.

Freddie crossed the room in three steps and yanked her up off of the couch and into his arms. One of his hands wrapped itself around her waist and the other plunged into the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her face up to his. He kissed her, hard.

Their lips mashed together with a violent kind of passion, all of their anger pouring itself into the kiss.

Carly, who was watching the whole interaction with her face pressed so close to the screen that her nose was touching it, let out a fangirl scream that terrified Spencer and almost caused him to collide with the blue Kia Spectra in the next lane.

Sam's arms went to go wrap around Freddie's neck but before they could, Freddie pulled away from the kiss with a sound like a plunger being pulled out of a toilet.

"What the hell are we supposed to do about that, Puckett?"

"I, uh..."

"Exactly. Call me whenever the hell you get your head straightened out and you decide what you want from me. Until then, just...don't talk to me. It'll hurt too much." Freddie started to walk towards the door.

Sam jumped over the edge of the couch and grabbed on to his arms, attempting to get him to stay. She launched herself in his path and tried to kiss him again but he saw through her act and moved his mouth out of her reach, pushing her back without hurting her physically.

"Freddie, what about my tutoring? I need you here to get me all caught up in Calculus and Physics."

Freddie didn't even look her way. "Get Carly too. She knows as much about it as I do."

There you go, guys! I promise, I will get to their dreams, but I just can't right now. And now, some serious talk. I KNOW a lot of people have read this. And to the eight or so people that regularly review, thank you VERY much: LyshaLuvsSeddie, Celestial Rosie, DannySamLover20, Arocksprpl2, MayRaah, mintydinosaur, KiyokoSeddie, xXxStompingOnRosesxXx, Miss Seddie. To the people that have only reviewed once or twice, I thank you guys too. But to the 4,380+ people who read this and DON'T review, why? If you hate it, tell me. If not, tell me. The fact that I ask you guys to review and let me know what you think and how you feel about think and you just DON'T makes me really sad, like you don't even care. So please, can you review? It means a lot to me. I'm serious this time, about not updating until I get a significany amount of reviews. If only eight or so people care enough to do what I ask, then I thank them to the bottom of my heart. But to the rest of you...

Please review!

If not, Carly's grandpa will make you move to Yakima with him.

-Amy