Quick little update because you guys have been so wonderful. =)

"Benson," Sam stopped him in the hall, smiling brightly and extending out the extra cup of coffee in her hand. "Peppermint mocha, skim, no whip."

She couldn't help but grin even wider at the confused bug eyed stare he was giving her. It was the least she could do after he saved her butt the other day.

"Well, someone took their happy pill this morning." He took the coffee and she linked her arm with his as they made their way down the hall. "And thanks."

"I happen to be feeling extra generous today, Fredward. Don't get too used to it." She gleamed at him and he raised his eyebrow at her.

"So, am I supposed to guess?"

"Yes."

They kept walking and he took a quick sip of his coffee. "You got lucky?"

She laughed. "I'm not that happy."

"I cave," he sighed. They stood outside his first period and she finally released his arm. "You," she gave her caramel latte a long gulp and poked him on the shoulder, "are absolutely no fun," she finished after swallowing .

She smiled as he mock glared at her. "So I have been told, Sam. By you. Multiple times."

"I happen to have a date this weekend," she divulged.

Okay, so at first talking to each other about this stuff...had been sufficiently awkweird. (And truth be told the first girl he went on a date with after her...Was seriously risking her own life by doing so.)

She was supposed to date other people. He was supposed to wait until she was dead.

Though by some sort of mutual unspoken agreement, they eventually gave each other their blessing. Plus, who better to get a guy's perspective from then her ex/best friend?

"Ah," was his first response. Freddie speak for I should have figured. "Quien?"

"Parker." She bit her lip, gauging his reaction. Parker and her had been lab partners for the past few weeks and they'd flirted –– nothing serious –– until he'd randomly asked her to dinner this Saturday. He was cute, tall, a drummer and had the bluest eyes she'd ever seen.

Clearly, she'd said yes.

"From your chem class?" Freddie asked, now leaning against the locker outside the classroom.

"Mhm."

He nodded. "Kudos, Samantha."

They looked up as the bell rang and she backed away towards her own class. "You know, I told you, you really need to stop calling me that," she called over her shoulder.

"Thanks for the caffeine buzz," he answered, ignoring her comment and leaving her rolling her eyes.

That'll teach her to do something nice for him.

...

"Okay, so you wanna tell me more about this boy that's got my best friend smiling ear to ear? Are your cheeks not killing you yet?"

Sam laughed and shook her head, stirring the pot of angel hair pasta as Carls got out the taco shells – while simultaneously interrogating her.

No one could ever claim the girl didn't know how to multi task.

It's not like her and Parker we're exactly official or anything. They were...just having fun. He liked paintball and loud concerts and didn't hassle her about table manners.

"Nothing to tell, Carlotta. We've been on like three dates. And I'm smiling like this, because I'm about to be fed."

She set the plate of taco shells down next to the tray of meatballs with a giggle. "Yeah, okay, we'll go with that." She looked up in mock thought. "Well, not saying that isn't usually the case."

"Hilarious." She paused. "And also true." She smiled and turned off the stove. "That being said, Carls, can we just eat now?"

Carly sighed. "Fine, I'll let it slide for now." She grabbed two plates and the pitcher of her special lemonade (that they still couldn't persuade her to stop making). "Is Freddie around for dinner?"

She scoffed. "What, what am I the boy's keeper?"

Her best friend just tilted her head at her.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay. He has a date with Amy tonight."

"See, I knew you'd know." Carly laughed getting out a bowl for the pasta Sam had finished straining.

"Yeah, yeah."

As if on cue they spun to see the door swing open, revealing Benson in his yellow button down shirt with a pair of khakis, his hair flipped. "Ladies." He smiled and walked towards the table.

"And speaking of our favorite tech nerd." She smiled back and waved, leaning against the island.

"Hey, Freddie," Carly chimed in. "Lemonade?"

Sam quickly shook her head no at him.

He coughed. "Uh, no thanks. Just drank." He then motioned down his shirt. "So, how do I look?"

She hummed in thought, giving his outfit a quick once over. "Like a banana with really pointy hair."

Carly laughed before Freddie gave both of them glares. "Sam, be nice."

He shook his head. "Never ask questions you don't want the answers to, Freddie," he chastised himself and Sam laughed. It was always way too easy to mess with a pre-date-nervous Freddie.

"What?" Sam shrugged, innocently. "I've told you, you look good in blue."

Freddie held her gaze for a second before he just nodded.

She cleared her throat and looked back at Carly, suddenly thankful she cut in again. "So, where are you taking her?"

"Museum," he answered.

"Nice."

Museum? Sam tried to contain her eye-roll. Really she did...Kind of. "You must be really good in bed."

Carly spit out a sip of her lemonade from her seat at the table and coughed.

"Sam - was that necessary?"

She put her hands up. "Hey, I'm just sayin-"

"Look, can you just-"

"Hey," Carly interrupted, looking between them. "Still here. Trying to eat in peace."

Freddie turned back to Sam, and tugged at the bottom of her t-shirt. "Come over and help me pick out something else to wear?"

She blinked. "Your mom home?"

"Nope."

"Well, okay then," she answered back, nodding and moving towards the door. "Back in a sec, Shay."

Her best friend sighed and took a bite of her taco. "I don't get you guys at all."

"Don't worry," she answered.

"We don't either," Freddie finished for her.

Carly looked back down at her food, shaking her head. "Stiiiill finishing each others sentences," Sam heard her call after them. "Totally normal."

Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? :)