"I don't like you going off and leaving me alone anymore," Cat said as she watched Sam pack her suitcase. Sam was basically throwing as much as her clothes as she could without even folding it neatly or making sure she had even amount of each clothing. It was Saturday morning and she had to leave tonight if she wanted to get to Seattle on time by Monday and find Freddie on Tuesday.

Sam jumped up to grab a few jackets at the top self of her closet. "And why's that?" she asked.

"Because," Cat said, playing with her purple giraffe. "I'll be lonely here by myself. And what if we have someone to babysit? I can't do it without you."

"Look," she stopped to walk towards Cat. "I should be back in a week. Just throw a sign on the door that says we'll continue our babysitting on Friday."

"Okay, well, what am I supposed to do while you're gone?"

"We have tons of friends. Invite them over and throw a party or something. Go wild. Do whatever you did before I moved in with you."

Cat sighed, getting up from the bed and walking out the room to think. Sam snapped her fingers and pointed to her suitcase. Cat ran over and jumped on top of the suitcase to help Sam zip it shut.

"Before you got here I was living with my Nona – you know that," Cat whispered.

"Look, don't give me those puppy eyes," Sam begged, "You know I have to do this for Freddie. And I can't have you come because I know I'm going to loose you there."

Sam lifted Cat up off her suitcase and set her down on the floor. She then picked up her suitcase and went out to load it on her bike. Cat followed, holding her giraffe close to her body.

When hooking the suitcase to her bike, she sighed and turned around, moving her hair out of her eyes. She hated feeling weak when seeing Cat all sad, but she had to do this.

"There's no way Freddie would be able to come here with the mother he has," Sam explained. "So I have to go there. Plus, I have to check on my mom, and Spencer since Carly's still in Italy." Sam stepped forward and held onto Cat's arm. "Please, just let me go for a few days."

Cat sighed and nodded her head. "Okay, but I expect you back here by Friday." She pointed at Sam's face and she smiled.

"I promise. And this time this won't be a promise I'll break."

Freddie ran into Spencer's apartment and shut the door behind him, shielding the door with his body. It made such a loud thud Spencer ran out of his room with his banjo in his hands, screaming his head off. When he saw it was just Freddie, Spencer threw his banjo back into his room and walked down the stairs to stand in front of him.

"What now?" Spencer asked, taking a peak out of the eye hole on the door. "Who are you running from this time?"

"There's only one person," Freddie said before Spencer screamed at Mrs. Benson's face appearing in front of the peephole.

"Freddie!" Mrs. Benson's voice echoed through the halls. "You open this door right now!"

"What happened?" Spencer turned around to help barricade the door with Freddie. "What did you tell her to piss her off?"

"I told her our plans – to go visit a college in L.A," Freddie said and Spencer gasped.

"I told you not to lie to her!" Spencer screamed. "Oh, you are on your own with this one!" He said before getting away from the door and running to his room to hide from the chaos that was able to happen.

"Spencer, no! It wasn't a full lie, just a half one!" Freddie tried to get him to stop, but it was too late because his psycho mother broke down the door. Freddie dropped to the floor face front, and was deciding if it was worth to get back up.

"Fredward Benson!" Mrs. Benson grabbed the back of his shirt to lift him off the ground. "What did I hear about you telling me a half life?"

"Mom, please," Freddie sighted, getting his mother to let him go that way he could fix himself. "It's going to be with Spencer for a few days that's all."

"I don't care if it was with the President you're not going anywhere without me," Mrs. Benson crossed her arms. "Besides, I know you're not going with Spencer."

"And how can you prove that?" Freddie asked.

Mrs. Benson smiled and turn to the side. "Spencer!" She yelled, dropping her arms back down to her sides. "Get out here!"

Spencer walked backwards into the living room with his head underneath a hood, so he wouldn't look at Mrs. Benson. "Yes?"

"Why are you not looking at me?" Mrs. Benson noticed faster than Spencer thought she would. "You know eye contact-."

"Stop with the rhyme!" Spence yelled before she finished it. "I'll take off the hood," he did so and it turned out he was wearing his black sunglasses. "Now, what did you need to ask me?"

"I'm not going to talk to you with you looking that ridiculous," Mrs. Benson placed a hand on her forehead to calm the headache she was suddenly getting.

"Just ask me the stupid question!" Spencer demanded, lifting his head up.

"No!" Mrs. Benson refused, still arguing.

What she didn't notice, as she was getting heated with Spencer, was Spencer was waving his hand against the ground giving Freddie the signal to run for it. Freddie was too busy watching them fight to notice, until Spencer snapped his fingers and caught his attention. Freddie looked down at his fingers and saw Spencer was pointing to the back door. Freddie started tip-toeing towards the door before breaking for it as his mother was still getting into a pointless argument with Spencer.

Freddie ran around the apartment back to his in order to run into his room and grab the suitcase he already packed for the trip. He had a feeling he was going to end up having to sneak away from his mother, so he was ready for it. Freddie grabbed his suitcase and carry-on bag, threw the note he already wrote onto the coffee table in the living room, and ran straight to the elevator before Mrs. Benson gave up with Spencer and walked back to her own apartment. She needed to take a nap after wasting another day dealing with Spencer Shay.

She huffed while opening her front door and walking to her couch. Right after she fell backwards onto her couch the note on the table caught her eyes. One popped open and the other followed, and then her hand swung over to grab the note. She brought it up to her sight and it only took a few words to read before it register into her mind that Freddie was insane enough to go by himself this time.

Freddie was already in a taxi making his way to the airport before his mother starting blowing up his cellphone. When seeing his mother's name and contact picture appear on the front screen of his phone Freddie couldn't help, but smile. He never knew he would ever be able to pull something like this off. And to think it was all because he wanted Sam. Sam was the one that influenced him to take as many risks as he could in order to live life, and Freddie couldn't have chose a better time to be the "bad child."

When the taxi dropped Freddie off at the airport, he looked around. He couldn't help, but now feel nervous about the whole thing. It wasn't like Freddie to travel on his own. The freedom helped him breath – Lord knows how crazy his mother gets when it comes to safety. This will be the first time Freddie flies without a life-jacket on.

Life couldn't get any better than this! Well, of course until he saw Sam face to face.

"Alright, Freddie, you can do this," he said to himself. He took a deep breath in, let it out, and proceeded forward into the airport to find his flight.

Sam finally got on the clothes she wore when she last saw Freddie – a black and white stripped shirt, blue jeans, and her tan leather jacket. She grabbed her helmet off her bed and held it into her hands for a while. Every time she looked at the helmet it brought the memories of her fixing the bike with Spencer back playing in her head. It was probably the greatest gift anyone has ever given her and she would (hopefully) treasure forever.

But not only did those memories return to her head, but also the way Freddie had acted the last day they saw each other. He seemed a little weird, but then yet again when did Freddie not act weird ever since the break up? It didn't help that Sam kept mentioning it again and again, but she couldn't find her mouth ever shutting up about it. I guess it was her body giving her brain a hint that she wanted to go back out with Freddie, but she knew that would never be able to happen.

Until today. Her driving back to Seattle to see him had to be the proof she needed – it was her chance to go back and fix what she didn't tie together before suddenly leaving. Carly was able to leave with closure, but Sam just left with a heavy, broken heart.

This would probably be the only time she would be able to say anything. Perhaps her last time in a while until she was able to see Seattle for she had to make sure she could stay with Cat and have her adventures.

While Cat was still sleeping, Sam decided this was the perfect time to escape out of here. If Cat woke up before she left she would make sure to find something to say to get her to stay. IT wasn't like she was leaving forever, but it has been a while since Cat was left alone.

Sam took baby steps to her bedroom door, making sure she slowly opened the door and then closed it behind her. She ran to the back porch and jumped on her bike. She didn't turn it on yet for she wanted to think her plan through one last time. Slowly she brought her hands up to her helmet, strapped it on her head, and jump started her bike to get out of Los Angeles and back to her hometown.

When she got out on the road she caught herself breaking into a smile. Just thinking of Seattle and all that was there waiting for her brought happiness that she needed.

Especially the happiness on Freddie's face when she would surprise him the day of his birthday.