Midnight strike in Los Angeles as Freddie was sitting on the couch with Sam's British blanket around him. Cat brought over a cup of hot chocolate and Freddie whispered a "thanks" before taking the glass.

"Happy birthday, Freddie," Cat said with a smile and Freddie huffed.

"Yeah, it would be a happy one if Sam was here," he said, rubbing his thumb against the glass. "But thank you." He took a sip of his chocolate.

"Did you try to call her?" Cat asked, taking a set next to him on the couch.

"Yeah, about a thousand times," Freddie said, grabbing his phone from his pocket to check if maybe she called him back, "But she won't answer and I still haven't gotten anything from her."

"Well, according to her she said she wasn't going to talk to you until she surprised you," Cat said. "And now I don't have to feel bad about ruining your surprise because you won't get it."

"Thanks for reminding me."

"Can't you just buy another plane ticket home?" Cat asked, grabbing the laptop from the coffee table and trying to find a website where she could buy one.

"I'm out of cash," Freddie admitted, placing the cup down on the table to grab the laptop from Cat, "Plus, by the time the plane lands Sam might be gone from Seattle."

"So, are you planning on just waiting until she comes back here?"

Freddie nodded his head. "It's all I can do. I just have to make sure she won't kill me when she gets here."

"She's supposed to return by Friday. Without you there I'm sure she'll return sooner."

Freddie sat back on the couch and rubbed his face again. "Let's just hope she comes back to begin with and not wait for me there."

It was half past midnight and Sam decided it was finally time to go over to Freddie's apartment and surprise him. The half hour should have given Mrs. Benson enough time to give Freddie the first cake of the day and a little present. Freddie would have a total of four presents throughout the day from his mom – one at midnight, one before school, one after school, and then the last one before they go to bed. It was nice for Freddie because in the end he would get what he asked for, but then there were times Mrs. Benson would give him some weird present and he would have to be thankful for it for his mother gave it to him.

Just like last year when Mrs. Benson had given him girl clothes by accident and it wasn't like Freddie could return it for his mom wanted him to wear it at times when they were going out. Sam loved the pink sweater with Hello Kitty printed when Freddie had it on because it was totally him.

Sam got off her motorcycle and removed the pants she had underneath her dress. She didn't want to drive around Seattle just in a skirt because she knew someone was going to make a comment on being able to see her underwear or something feminine that would make Sam go crazy and hurt someone. And she didn't want to go to jail today. She worked too hard on trying her best to make sure she made it to the apartment today. So far nothing went wrong!

Sam was actually getting more and more excited as she parked her bike and entered the front lobby. Lewburt was passed out on the front desk, so it made it easy for Sam to walk right past him and into the elevator. When the elevator was going up Sam was looking at her body to make sure she looked just perfect before arriving to the D level.

Melanie was able to throw on some silver hoops and glitter heels with a bow on front of them. Melanie was going to throw some rings and bracelets on Sam, but she stopped her sister – Melanie was lucky she was able to get earrings and heels on her. Besides, who know how long she was going to be able to see Freddie before his mom caught him out of bed and forced him in as if he was a little kid.

The elevator dinged and Sam took a deep breath in before walking out to the floor and taking her time walking to Freddie's door. If she had her cellphone it would have been easier to just tell him to open the front door. Now that she didn't have it she would have to knock and wait for someone to come open it. If it was Mrs. Benson then she was going to be stuck standing there for twenty minutes before being able to see Freddie. She would be surprised if it was T-Bo because he can't wake up to anything.

Sam didn't hesitate to just knock on the door and get this over with and just see her best friend. She stood there for two minutes before the door opened and Sam held her breath.

She tried so hard not to scream when seeing who opened the door.

"Melanie?"

"No, you dummy, it's your other daughter!" Sam yelled.

"Sammy!" Pam said, coming to give her daughter a hug. "Why didn't you tell me you were back from Los Angeles?"

"Don't worry about me," Sam said, slapping her mother off her and away, "I want to know why Melanie called me crying saying you gave up the house to live with your new boy toy."

"Oh, yeah, that's true," Pam said, shrugging her shoulders as if it was no big problem. "The house was too big and I felt bored without you girls there."

"Mom, you know we were going to come back one day – we always do," Sam said. She threw her arms out to her side, "I mean look at me now. And Melanie's back home too. She says we have until Friday to clear out."

"Then what are you doing here?" Pam asked again. "Shouldn't you be helping your sister move out?"

"No, I told her that could wait. I had something else planned for tonight."

"What, you wanted to see Mrs. Benson?"

"Wrong again. Today is Freddie's birthday and I'm dressed like Melanie to surprise him."

Pam crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the door frame. "Freddie's not here," she shook her head. "When I sneaked in last night his room was cleared."

"What?" Sam asked, "Move over let me see," she pushed her mom and walked straight into the house. Mrs. Benson's door was opened, so that meant she wasn't home yet from work. Sam walked straight into Freddie's room, and it was true.

Freddie's room had no Freddie in it. How was that possible? Freddie actually had something to do for his birthday once in his life?

"According to his pissy mother he left Saturday somewhere by himself and hasn't returned yet nor picked up his cellphone," Pat said from the door as Sam was stuck in the middle of Freddie's room.

Sam turned to her mother and was going to ask something, but instead she pushed right through her mom again and out of the apartment. She could hear her mother calling her, but Sam grabbed the extra key she had kept hidden in her shoe and unlocked Carly's door. She entered and locked the door behind her that way her mother wouldn't follow her inside. Pat tried to open it, but it was locked. She took a step back and watched the door for a moment, hoping Sam would open it for her, but there was no movement, so she just turned around and went back to Freddie's apartment.

Sam slide down against the back of the door, throwing her hands into her hair. What the heck was she supposed to do herself here? There was no way she was able to call Freddie either for she had no phone and he probably wouldn't answer anyone's call unless it was from her.

Before she was able to ask herself another question Spencer came running into the living room holding his banjo again as he was screaming at the top of his lungs that got Sam to scream from fear too.

"Melanie!" Spencer said when he turned on the lights to see the blonde. "Why are you on my floor?"

"Spencer!" Sam screamed, getting up from the floor and throwing her heels off to smack him with it. "What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Spencer asked, grabbing the heels out of Sam's hands and threw them on the side with his banjo. "Why are you dressed like Melanie?"

He grabbed Sam by her arms and brought her in for a hug when she broke into tears. Sam didn't bother trying to move out of it for she needed someone right now and Spencer was the closes person.

"When did you plan on calling me?" Spencer whispered in her ear. "Oh, Thank God you're okay."

"Of course I'm okay," Sam said in between her tears. She couldn't believe Spencer was worried all this time about her. If she knew she would have made sure to at least call him a few times. "Do you even know who I am?"

Spencer pulled her away to look at the tears on her face. "Where's Freddie?"

"Apparently in L.A," Sam said half laughing and half crying. "I tried to surprise him and it turns out the stupid nub wanted to surprise me." She wiped the tears away form her eyes. "What a nub."

"That nub is someone you dressed like your sister for," Spencer reminded, poking her stomach to try and make her smile, but Sam only smacked his finger away. He laughed and pulled Sam back into another hug. "Did you call him?"

"I left my phone in a motel," Sam answered, pressing her hands against Spencer's chest. "It was too late to go back and find it."

"Well, then let's use mine," Spencer said, letting Sam go so they could walk into his bedroom.

"But my mom said he won't answer anyone's calls unless it's mine," Sam said, tying her curls up and clearing her face entirely from all the crying.

"Unless it's mine, of course," Spencer said, "He loves me more than his own mother. He loves me more than you," he joked that got Sam to at least chuckle. "You just have to get ready to surprise him."

"Surprise?" Sam repeated. "What are you talking about?"

"Do you want to take his breath away over the phone or not?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to surprise him over the phone! That's just not me."

"Well, it is now," Spencer dialed the number and Sam started shaking her hands from nervousness.

Freddie was still on the couch watching something on television, when his phone started to ring. He was going to let it go to voice mail, but when he saw the contact picture was Spencer, Freddie rolled his eyes and actually decided to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" Freddie asked in a monotone, still upset about what happened to him.

"Hey, kiddo, happy birthday," Spencer greeted, looking at Sam and placed the phone in the middle on speaker.

"Thanks, Spencer," Freddie said, rubbing his eyes. "You won't believe how I screwed up this year."

"You can tell me all about that in a second," Spencer stopped Freddie. "I first need to give you your present."

"My...what?" Freddie asked. "You do know we're on the phone, right? Did you forget how that works?"

"Freddie I'm a 32 year old man I think I finally learned how to work these things. Now, are you going to let me give you your present or not?"

Freddie sighed. "Sure, uh, let's see if you can change my mood."

Spencer smiled at Sam and nodded his head. Sam nodded back and took a deep breath in.

"Freddie, I promise I'll be alright. I tried to say happy birthday here tonight. I'm sorry I tried to write the story of my life," Sam sang into the phone and she heard Freddie gasp, but continued to sing to him. "You know all about this dream I gotta chase – I get a little closer everyday. California's not that far away. I'm not that far away."

"Good job," Spencer whispered, giving her a thumbs up before getting back to Freddie on the phone call. "So, did you like that gift?"

"Sam," Freddie whispered.

"Hey," Sam said.

"What are you doing in Seattle?" Freddie asked. "I can't believe you went all the way to Seattle just for my birthday."

"Well, I didn't come just for your birthday," Sam tried to cover her softness for him. "My mom sold the house so I had to come save Melanie."

"Cat told me your plan," Freddie said and heard Sam curse on the other line. "She spilled the beans."

"Leave it to Cat to not keep a secret," Sam rolled her eyes. "So, when are you supposed to be back?" Sam asked.

"My flight leaves on Friday," Freddie rubbed his face. "All the other flights are booked; Cat checked today."

"Man, why did you have to go ruin everything and fly to me?" Sam accidentally blurted out. She was just too upset to keep it in.

"Excuse me for caring so much about you!" Freddie argued right back. "A year of not seeing someone I love I'm so sorry for wanting to."

"You what?"

"What?" Freddie asked himself, thinking over what he said.

"Sam dressed up in a dress and heels because she loves you too!" Spencer screamed into the phone and Sam slapped him too late.

"Really?" Freddie asked and Sam couldn't say anything. She just smacked a hand to her face and shook her head, too embarrassed to say anything.

"Okay, well, don't leave Los Angeles. I'll be there as soon as I can." She said to Freddie, getting up from Spencer's bed and heading for the exit.

"Sam, what about the house and your sister?" Spencer reminded, stopping Sam from running out the door.

Sam snapped her fingers. "Damn, I forgot about Melanie." She ran back to the phone. "Okay, Freddie, don't leave Cat. I don't have my phone so I won't be able to call you, but just wait until I come home. As soon as I'm done with everything here I'll come straight to you."

"Yeah, okay!" Freddie excitingly said, getting up from the couch. "No problem. Just, uh, try to get here by Friday."

"Yeah, don't remind me about the time."

Freddie hung up, and jumped up and down in excitement, flailing his arms. Meanwhile Sam ran out of the house, grabbed her shoes, and was about to knock onto the Benson's door, but instead she hit her mother's forehead.

"What is wrong with you?" Pat asked, rubbing her forehead.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked, seeing her mother holding a suitcase in her hands.

"It's a long story," Pam sighed, hearing T-Bo crying in the background had her groan and she shut the door. "Let's get out of here before Crazy Benson comes home and sees me."

"Are you coming home?" Sam asked over her shoulder when her mom walked passed her.

Pam stopped walking and turned her head with a straight face. It took a few seconds for her to form a smile and nodded her head. "Yeah, I'm coming home."