Sam

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The sound of the doorbell sent a chill down my spine. I quiver a little. I hear Ms. Benson walk over to the door. I look over to Freddie. I exchange a smile with him.

" Freddie!" I hear an old man say. I see more likely Grandpa Benson with his balding white hair and glasses. Definitely dressed like an older timer.

" Grandpa." Freddie says faking happy.

" Good enough but minus the sarcasm." He says pulling him in for a hug. They exit it.

" And this must be…." He says.

" Sam." Freddie says as I stand. " Not Samantha." He adds. I roll my eyes.

" Well Samantha is a beautiful name." He says taking my hand and kiss it. Ugh. I glance over to Freddie and he smirks. He lets go of my hand. Oh great, now it smells like old people.

" Oh my gosh! Freddie! Your so tall and muscular." Someone in the female gender squeals. Gray hair in a bun. Petite. I say Grandma Benson. Dressed in a blue matching outfit. She runs to Freddie and I can't help of laugh.

" Samantha Puckett." I hear a recognizable male voice. I look behind Grandpa Benson who had moved out of my sight. Ian stands there in his ultimate glory. Dark brown hair, piercing hazel eyes, two inches taller than Freddie by far and more muscular. Ian has more of his mom's features. He walks towards me but I back up slowly into Freddie.

" You okay?" Freddie asks holding my arm.

" Um, uh….." I manage to say looking at him.

" Hello there." Ian says in his deep voice and then slapping my ass. He keeps it there and squeezes my butt cheek.

" Sexual harassment much?'" I ask pulling his hand off my butt like a leech.

" Yes. Very much." Ian replies looking into my eyes. " I knew you missed me." Ian adds. He leans his head down but I put my hand in front of his face.

" Not happening." I say. Okay revealing time. The first time I meet Ian, I found him extremely hot never-a-less. I might have, sort of, maybe…made out with him in Spencer's bathroom. Yeah….not my proudest moment. But then I found out what an ass he was and that he was a player that I kicked him in the balls before he came close to getting into a car to get to the airport to head back home to New York City.

" Pigs in blankets in the living room." Ms. B yells. I notice that the rest of the Benson crew was here and they all dashed to the living room.

" Pigs in a blanket!" I yell and grab Freddie's hand and pull him into the kitchen.

" What am I going to do Benson!" I exclaim quietly to Freddie.

" Well if your knocked up I recommend a specialist," Grandpa B says turning to us from the sink.

" Not you old timer!" I yell. He walks out of the kitchen with his drink. He closes the door behind him. I look at Freddie.

" I don't know what to say." Freddie says.

" Well say something intelligent! I don't want Ian near these lips, or this ass!" I exclaim.

" I don't know what to say. Truly, he only got with you cause you were available."

" True."

" But if you make your self, unavailable…"

" He'll totally back off." I say smiling. I smile at him.

" Your learning well Benson." I say crossing my arms in amazement.

" Have I ever mentioned your a genius?" I ask.

" Nope, but it will be a first." Freddie says smiling.

" Oh shut up." I say grabbing his hand and leading him out of the kitchen and towards the living room.

" So? How are we going to make you unavailable?" He asks.

" Easy." I say. " If someone in the time before the dinner starts, asking either us if we are dating or if I am your girlfriend….you will say yes." I add.

" Yes." Freddie repeats.

" Yeah. Now if no one asks us if we're going out before the dinner…..then I will be obligated to make out with you to make it look like we're going out." I say. Freddie looks at me strangely.

" What?" I ask.

" It's not a half bad idea overall but my only problem, is my mom." Freddie points over to his mom who smiles as she talks to some relative I don't know yet. I roll my eyes.

" Once everyone leaves we'll tell her that everything was an act." I say to Freddie looking into his eyes. " It will work."

Grandpa and Grandma Benson start to walk over to us. Our time to shine. I take hold of Freddie's hand. He squeezes it tightly.