iDon't Want to Fight
Freddie hatches a plan in order to get Sam and Carly friends again. After the plan works, Sam talks to him in secret, thanking him for doing that.
Freddie sat out on his balcony. He always sat there when he needed to think. "Hey." Sam appears behind him. Freddie smiles at Sam.
"Hey." He murmurs. Sam leans against the window.
"I appreciate what you did, Fredward. It was…nice." She tells him. Freddie shrugs, looking at the sky.
"Don't you ever wonder how many stars are up there?" he asks her. Sam nods, staring up as well.
"Sometimes." She admits quietly. Freddie glances at her.
"Do you…" He trails off and sighs. Sam looks at Freddie.
"What is it?" She asks. Freddie shakes his head.
"Nothing really. Just…do you really hate me, Sam?" His eyes look slightly hurt. Sam sighs.
"Are you kidding me? I don't hate you at all!" She exclaims. Sam laughs suddenly. "You're a big idiot sometimes, you know that." She scoffs.
Freddie faces her. "Why do you say that?" He asks.
Sam glares at him. "Because…you're great with technology and math, but when it comes to girls, you suck." She claims. She stands up and prepares to leave. Freddie stops her.
"Whoa there. You're not exactly Casanova either. I don't ever understand signals coming from you. How in the world am I supposed to know you like me back?" He shouts the question. Sam is shocked.
She looks down. "I didn't know you felt that way, geek." She reaches out to touch his cheek, but changes her mind, looking away. Freddie sighs.
"Sam…please…" Freddie trails off. He touches her hand, intertwining it with his.
"What are you doing?" Sam asks. Freddie gets closer to her.
"I'm sick of hiding." He breathes. Their lips touch and Sam pulls back immediately.
"Don't kiss me!" She exclaims. Freddie turns away, feeling rejected. "UGH!" She cries out. She grabs Freddie. "Kiss me."
Their lips touch quickly and Freddie tugs a strand of her blonde hair, pushing it behind her ear. Sam leans against the window and Freddie continues to kiss her, his hands tangling her hair.
They pull away. Sam looks away awkwardly.
"I…"
"You don't have to say anything, Freddie."
"I want to."
"No!"
"Fine."
They remain silent for a while, staring at each other.
"What does this mean, Sam?"
"I don't know…"
"Sam…"
"Forget it, okay? Forget this ever happened!"
Sam turns away, giving Freddie her back. She nearly chokes on her words.
"I hate you."
"If this is what hate is, then I hate you too, Sam."
Sam faces him quickly. "I can't…" She stops herself. She can't cry, not in front of Freddie. She bites her lip before the tears can come out.
"I can't force myself to hate you anymore." Sam pulls Freddie into a hug. "Please, Freddie…I'm so sorry! I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Freddie holds her, resting his chin on her head.
"I hate you, Sam Puckett."
Sam nods several times, looking into his eyes.
"I hate you too, Freddie Benson." Sam whispers as she leans in to kiss his lips.