The was being a bitch and I couldn't update the new chapter, it kept messing the chapters. Sorry guys!

Sam's POV

We walked around looking for an interesting stand to visit. Freddie dragged me to the Indian stand so we can try out some sauce. The Indian sauce was too good I felt like dying, but that was nothing compared to the Mornay sauce we tasted before, back at the French stand. In the Chinese stand, which was really cute by the way, Freddie bought us a small portion of Shredded beef with carrots and chili. One word: delicious. He also got me a little china doll.

"Frednub… thanks" I safely put my little fat doll with Freddie Jr. inside the plastic bag and kissed his cheek.

"Where to now?" he held my hand.

"How about… the German stand?" I pointed to the black and white stand.

"Sure"

The first thing I laid my eyes on was the fabulous German Meatballs. Jesus Christ I'm in heaven! The German stand had a big flag hanging behind and little decoration. But there were a lot of meatballs. Freddie saw the glow in my eyes and bought us a big portion of my dear meatbabies!

"Mmmm" I chewed slowly to savor the taste of meatballs "mmmmm"

"You know… that was the sexiest sound you ever made" he drank his soda and shoved a meatball inside his mouth.

"Sexier than that afternoon in my bedroom?" I did on purpose, I knew he would choke.

And he did. I chuckled but patted his back gently.

"Careful there nerd… I don't want you to die before I can properly thank you for today" I smirked.

He looked at me from the corner of his eye while taking a deep breath and regaining his composure.

"You do that just to tease me" he stated.

"And you don't? That little make out session in your car, with the blindfold and everything…? That wasn't teasing?" I put my hands on my hips sarcastically.

"Puckett…" he came closer to me and whispered in my ear "I'm just getting started!" okay that was unfair.

He pulled away slowly and began to walk. When did that nerd learned to be so flirty? When did Freddie Benson, King Of The Nerds, became such a tease? When? And where was I? I watched Freddie walking away, grabbed my bags and followed him. I was longing to see more of that "sassy Freddie" so I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him behind the stands. I spotted the woods behind the festival and dragged him there. Looking around, I found no one, so I pushed him behind a tree, and dropped my bags on the floor, to grab both sides of his face and kiss him.

Freddie's bags fell on the ground too when he put his hand on my waist. I licked his bottom lip and he opened his mouth for me. When our tongues touched I felt a warm feeling taking over my body. He switched places and pressed me against the tree. He kissed me passionately grabbing a handful of my curls and touching his elbow against the tree, on the left side of my head. With one hand, I grabbed his contorted bicep and with the other I caressed his belly button inside his shirt. He shivered and pressed his crotch against mine. I kissed him a little more before pulling away.

"What?" he asked frustrated.

"Time to go" I grabbed my bags and walked away.

"What…?" he complained, but grabbed his bags and followed me "you better make it up to me somehow Puckett!" he warned me.

"Oh… what if I don't?" I smirked at him over my shoulder.

"Then I'll just have to go and get it myself!" ouch… that was… hot. My legs got a little weak and I thought I would fall.

He walked pass me and headed back to the stands. Okay how long can I keep my legs closed? I asked myself. I was contemplating that fact when I reached Freddie; he was looking at something completely fascinated.

"What?" I asked him.

"The Spanish stand" he said without taking his eyes off the red stand.

"Let's eat something Spanish boy!" I grabbed his wrist and dragged him there with me.

I loved to see the glow in his eyes when he saw the variety of Spanish meat. Mama is going to turn Benson into a meat lover! His eyes darted around, but he ended up choosing Pinchitos. They are like kebabs on a stick, but Spanish! Put some barbeque sauce on, and mama that tastes good! He actually made friends with the vendor. She complimented his spanish, and his cheeks turned crimson. I would get jealous if she wasn't all forty and old. We ate three times there and moved to the next one, holding hands the whole time. It was amazingly comforting holding hands with that nerd, I wish we could do this in public, but not now, it's too soon.

The Cuban stand was small and very vivacious. There was music playing, some rhythm that I didn't recognized. Freddie raised our joined hands to the sky and like an arch making me spin around a couple of times to the sound of the music and I giggled. I hated giggling, but I did it every time we were together. There, this short tanned man encouraged us to try the Beef Stew with Cuban Coffee Gravy. Mama likey! The gravy reminded me of Freddie's eyes. He smiled at me and took my hand leading me to the next stand.

We reached the Brazilian stand. It was very colored, blue, green, yellow and white. By then, it was seven thirty and we only had half hour to enjoy. The Brazilian stand was a lot like the Cuban and the Spanish in some aspects, it was warm and fun. Like the Cuban, the Brazilian stand had music, and once again I didn't know what kind of music was.

"Samba!" Freddie moved our joined hands to the beat of the music.

"What?" I asked.

"Samba!" he spun me around again "the music!"

"Oh… simba!" I cheered.

"No… Samba!" he said it slowly.

"Samba" I repeated like a good student.

"That's right!" he squeezed my nose "let's get some dinner!"

He was very excited by the end of the night. The end of the night meant the end of the fun for me and the beginning for him. He took me to the stand dancing that samba thing. It was funny to watch Freddie moving his hips so loose, and not giving rat's ass if he was doing it right. Of course he wasn't shaking his ass, but he was excitedly making a little dance that reminded me of Gibby.

"Mmmmmm" he moaned "smell that!" he pointed at a big brown pot.

"Mmmmm, I want it! I want it!" I demanded.

The lady with black hair and cat eyes told us to go take seat at the tables behind the stand and she would serve us in a minute. Like the French stand, there was a tent and Christmas lights, only this time everything was colorful. The tent was filled with football pictures. I don't like football, and know nothing about it, but Freddie lectured me, pointing at the photos, telling me who was who. A few minutes later the vendor brought us two plates of Brazilian-style pot roast and orange juice.

"God… this… a thousand times this!" I moaned.

"It tastes… like… heaven… doesn't it?" Freddie said with his eyes closed.

The people around us were dancing that samba thing. They seemed very excited while spinning around to the sound of the beat. After we finished eating Freddie held his hand to me and I grabbed. When I was reaching for our bags he pulled me.

"Leave it! We're going to dance!" he smiled and dragged me where everyone else was dancing.

"But… I don't know… how to…" I hissed embarrassed.

"Follow me" he spun me around.

"And how do you know Fredmame?" I mocked him.

"No…" he pulled me away "but…" he brought me back to him "I…" he turned my back to him "don't…" he grabbed my free hand and spun me to the other side "care…" he brought me closer pressing our bodies together "Puckett" he kissed me.

We danced a little bit more and laughed deciding that would be our little secret. After that little freak show, Freddie and I headed to the last stand. That stand I knew all about… the USA stand. The guy with a mustache and a cowboy hat was barbequing and the smell was awesome. While the barbeque was getting ready the costumers could wait behind the stand. Freddie told me to drop our bags in the table and dragged me to a small dance floor. Hanging behind the stand was a two sided USA flag, the décor was Texas-style, everything very country including the music.

"What's up with you and dance?" I asked placing my hand on the back of his neck.

"I just like any excuse to be this close to you" he whispered in my ear, placed his hand on my hips and grabbed my other hand.

"Pervert!" I chuckled.

We slow danced the end of Out Of Goodbyes by Maroon 5 and Lady Antebellum. It was really comforting having him so close to me. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder. I could feel his warmth; I could feel his scent, cinnamon mixed with meat. It was extremely comforting. The slow song was replaced by a more agitated one. Something 'Bout A Woman by Lady Antebellum started to play and Freddie used our joined hands to pull me away and bring me back. We joined and then raise our right hands. I stepped forward and did a left-face, then turned back under the raised joined hands, as he walked forward and around me while doing a right-face and turning back. We went back to our previous position dancing a little bit faster this time.

"She's like fire on the mountain, like some kind of heaven that's pouring down on me, she's a child, she's a lady, she's got everything that I could ever need. Yeah there's something 'bout a woman and me" he hummed into my ear.

I pulled away and kissed him. I didn't see the time passing; it was like everything just went into slow motion. Even though our first date was much more glamorous, our second date was better. I was nervous wondering whether or not he likes me, now I know for sure. This time we were carefree, just enjoying each other.

"Where did you learn to sing that song dipwad?" I asked touching his nose with mine.

"My mom likes them"

"Crazy actually likes music?" I was shocked.

"Yep!" he kissed my nose and hummed again "yeah there's something 'bout a woman that makes me still, something 'bout a woman that always will" he spun me around one last time, bent me with the arm he had around my waist, my hair almost touched the floor then bring me to a hug.

How the hell did he went from "Freddie the dork" to "Freddie who hums sweet words into my ear?" He kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand leading me to our table where the vendor was serving our barbeque. What's barbeque without barbeque sauce? I had to fight some jerk for the sauce but I got it at the end. We danced in our chairs while we ate and laughed when a drunken guy fell and spilled barbeque sauce all over him. We ate a lot, even for me. I was already full when we walked to Freddie's car. He put the bags on the backseat and opened the door for me. He drove away while I said goodbye to the meat and sauce festival. Bye heaven! Sammy here needs to go give little Freddie his little reward for literally taking me to paradise.