Sam's POV

That frigging bitch had her eyes on my dork. Now I was sure. She was hitting on him. Slut! Dirty Slut! I hate her so much. I felt my body tense up when I thought about her in his arms, of course I knew that the nub was only trying to help, he was one of those guys who open the doors for you and help you out when you need, and he was mine! All mine. I knew that. I was sure of that.

"Sam what's wrong?" Carly asked me when I almost broke her fork.

"Oh… nothing" I answered.

"Something is wrong" she knew me so well "tell me"

I took a deep breath, there was no point in hiding anything from Carly, and in fact I think that she could help me with this 'little issue.'

"It's Patrice. Do you know Patrice?" I asked her.

"Yeah. What's wrong with her?"

"She's hitting on Freddie"

She laughed. She actually laughed at my problem. What kind of friend does that?

"That can't be truth Sam. You guys just started to date and you're already seeing things?" she chuckled like I was crazy.

"No! I'm not seeing things! It's there, it's real, I swear!" I didn't mean to sound scared but I guess I did because Carly stopped laughing.

"Oh… are you sure?" she asked me.

"Yeah"

I explained to Carly everything; she just nodded and heard me the whole time. I needed her now more than never. I was used to compete with Carly for Freddie's attention, and though it bothered me to when she used to win, I also knew she never had the intention to. This girl was different, she was in for a fight, she obviously wanted Freddie's attention, and I never had to compete with any girl about any guy before, at least not like this. I'm aware she is attractive; she is the kind of girl every guy wants to date, or at least fuck, and I'm… well not as feminine and as hot as her. I was afraid. I just got him; I don't want to lose him for some dirty brunette. And I'm aware Freddie is very fond of brunettes.

I feel so stupid right now, I didn't want to feel this way. The thing is… I may be tough on the outside, but on the inside I'm insecure, especially in the love field. I'm not used to this feeling, I'm not used to feel this weak and vulnerable, I don't like it, I can't help but think that when things are this good, they won't last long, at least not for me. All my life I saw people conquer things, while I had nothing. Carly always got what she wanted, she never had to fight for anything, and everything she had was given to her in a silver platter. Even my sister Melanie, had more than me, she had the brains, the private school, the friends and the brilliant future. I was used to nothing, I was used to have less than everybody else, but not this time. This time was different, this time I wouldn't sit and watch somebody stole the dork away from me. I never wanted much other than food and a good nap; I spent my life being content with what I had, but not anymore, not this time. Freddie wasn't just a thing I wanted, he was everything I wanted, this time I would fight for him.

"Wow Sam! What a slut! But you don't have to worry" she smiled at me.

"And why not?" I asked.

"Because he WANTS to be with you. YOU! I'm pretty sure he doesn't even realized what she was doing"

"Yeah but he's Freddie… and she-" I stopped talking when I heard the door opening.

"Hello ladies! Carly! Sam…" Freddie came closer to me all my worries vanished. He gave Carly a tender smile and turned to look at me.

"Hey Freddie. Listen I'm gonna go… do my homework" Carly turned to leave "and don't do the 'nasty' on my couch please!" she begged.

"Relax Carls, I came here to see if you wanna grab a smoothie Sam" he held my hand and squeezed it.

"Sure, why not?" I stood up still holding his hand and he took me to the door.

"Bye bye!" I heard Carly say before Freddie closed the door behind us.

Freddie's POV

We were at the Groovy Smoothies just hanging, having a good time, but I could help but notice, Sam looked a little off, aloof and distant. I started to worry. I didn't want to believe she was already bored by me. Please God don't let her be! I just got her; I can't lose her, not yet, not ever. I squeezed her hand wanting her attention. She turned her head to look at me, like she just woke up from a daydream.

"Sam what's wrong?"

"Oh… nothing dork, I'm fine!" she gave me a fake smile.

"No you're not. Tell me, what's wrong?"

"Freddie… I'm fine it's really nothing" Freddie? She almost never calls me FREDDIE, something was definitely wrong.

"Okay… I don't believe you. Tell me what's wrong"

"It's nothing… It's just… I haven't being home in a while, I'm worried about my mom, and how she is doing without me you know" she looked away.

"Oh… if you want we can go there to check on her"

"Go where?" she shook her head.

"Your house. To check on your mother"

"Yeah… sure. Let's go" I paid the bill and walked Sam to her home.

Two blocks away from the Groovy Smoothies I looked around searching for a familiar face, no one. I knew no one, so I took my chance and held her hand interlacing our fingers. At first she flinched in surprise than tried to let go my hand, but I didn't let her.

"Nobody will see us, relax Puckett!" I chuckled.

"They better don't nerd, or else… I'll kick your pretty butt!" she laughed.

"Oh… so you think I have a pretty butt huh?" I teased her.

"Oh… you know… I just said because… it was a joke… a… you know" her cheeks were crimson while she tripped in her words.

"Don't worry Puckett, I like your butt too, so we're even!" I wrapped my arm around her waist and squeezed her butt quickly.

The next thing I felt was her hand slapping my cheek.

"Ow Sam!" I rubbed my face with my free hand.

"That was for the inappropriate touch Benson!" she chuckled.

"Well… I don't regret" I shrugged.

A few minutes later we were at Sam's house. She opened the door and told me to wait by the couch. I took a sit and started to look around. Her place wasn't so bad, except for the decoration. Let's just say that Sam's mother likes to mix colors, and not in a good way. But I didn't care, I was actually a bit nervous, maybe really nervous, my hands were sweating and my feet kept tapping the floor. This is the first time I come here as Sam's "boyfriend," well sort of.

"She's not home" Sam came back from the kitchen.

"Oh… do you wanna… what you wanna do now?" I asked trying not to panic because we were alone.

"We can watch a movie. Do you want to watch a movie?" she asked me and I could see she was as nervous as me.

"Sure… why not?" I made myself comfortable at her couch.

"Not here nub. In my bedroom" I shuddered.

I've been in Sam's room before… but was before… now I don't know if it is a good idea. Maybe is better just to act normal, I shouldn't make a big deal out of it. Yeah… Benson… just relax. You're watching a movie with your… girlfriend? Uh… I don't know if I should call her that… at least not yet, so just relax and watch a movie with your girl friend there is no big deal. I entered Sam's room and my body tensed up, no matter what I tell myself I'm still going to feel weird about this, we're alone, in her bedroom, we're in a dangerous zone.

Sam's POV

When I told the nub I was worried with my mother I was lying. I didn't want him to know the real reason I was worried. Admit to Freddie I'm jealous is the same as admitting I'm weak. Admitting to Freddie I'm weak because of him is the same as admitting that he is stronger than me. Not happening. Is already hard enough to let him know how I feel about him, I don't want him to know how much he is able to hurt me. I was hoping I could use my mother as an excuse to leave and think, but he wanted to come with me. At first I thought it was okay, we would come here, I would talk to my mother and we would leave. Simple as that, however my plan failed when Pam wasn't home. I didn't want him to notice how nervous I was about being home alone with him.

The main problem is that I don't know if I can control myself with him. What can I do? The dork gets me goin'. We've been alone before, but now it's different. The probability of Crazy showing up and freaking out is bigger than my mother showing up at home in the middle of the afternoon. I took Freddie to my room and told him to seat in my bed. The sight of Freddie in my bed woke up all those dirty dreams I always had about him.

"Do you want popcorn?" I tried to sound as casual and carefree as I could.

"Sure" he rubbed his hands in his jeans.

"Okay. There is movie in here, choose one" I pointed at the shelf next to my computer.

"Okay" I watched he walk towards the shelf and went to kitchen.

I made sure Freddie was inside my bedroom when I started to freak out inside the kitchen.

"Omigod… he is in my room… he is in frigging room!" I whispered/shouted at myself "okay Puckett… he's been there before. This is no big deal. No big deal"

It really shouldn't be a big deal. Freddie has been here before, without Carly, we watched a movie, I picked on him, we ate and he went home, it was no big deal. He has been here a few times before and nothing happened, but then again we weren't an item yet. All I needed to do was calm down; this time wouldn't be any different. We would eat popcorn, see a movie, talk and he would leave, simple as that. Nothing would happen. Now get your shit together Puckett.

I watched the popcorn pop inside of the microwave. With every pop my heart jumped. I kept telling myself 'there is no need to be nervous, there is no need to be nervous' the whole time. Maybe if I told myself too many times it would make it truth. I put the popcorn in the bowl and picked our drinks with no effort taking everything to the room.

There was no need to be nervous.