I walked into my room, thinking about Freddie's kiss. I highly doubt that he meant anything by the kiss, but somehow it changed everything. I always knew that Freddie was cute but he never in anyway expressed any feelings toward me. No guy ever really had, so I didn't know how to respond to it.

Naturally I did the only rational thing I could think of. I called Tucker on the phone. He picked up after a few rings.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Hey Tuck, it's me. I'm calling you on my new cell phone."

"Hey girly what's up," Tucker said in his overly dramatic voice.

"I don't know how to put this."

"Well just spit it out," Tucker said getting slightly annoyed

I wasn't sure if I should tell Tucker about Freddie's situation because it was not my business to tell. So I talked about something else that was bothering me.

"I think I have a small crush on Freddie."

"You say that like I didn't already know that."

"What?" I asked shocked.

"Sam, I knew you liked pretty boy the minute you guys bumped into one another in the cafeteria. And now that you guys live in the same neighborhood, it was like fate wanted you guys to get together."

"Whoa whoa whoa, I never said that he liked me back. Plus I don't even know what I'm feeling. It could be indigestion for all I know."

"Seriously Sam? Indigestion?"

"It could be possible," I said in a defensive tone.

"There is no need to be feisty with me. I am just trying to be helpful."

I started to get sleepy and I didn't like the direction that the conversation was taking, so I decided to end it right then and there.

"Look Tuck I'm getting tired. See you tomorrow?"

"Am I still coming dress you tomorrow?"

"I would greatly appreciate it."

"Okay, later cupcake."

I didn't drift to sleep like I normally do. My mind felt like I was going a mile a minute. It felt as if everything was going through my mind. Though surprisingly the first thought was Freddie. How could someone take the verbal and physical abuse and not let it bother them? Freddie is such and chipper person, so I don't know why he was given such and crappy life to deal with. The more I thought about Freddie and his life, the more I ended up liking him.

My thoughts eventually calmed down and I was able to go to sleep. My dream was surprisingly empty. There was no motive behind it. It was black.

I heard light foot steps in the hallway. There was slowly making their way to my room. I tried to wake before they entered my room, but it felt as if someone were on my stomach. I was frozen. My door flew open and I still was unable to awake, until said person jumped on my stomach.

"Wake up sunshine!"

"Tucker is there any reason why you feel the need to be laying on top of me?" I asked slightly irritated and amused.

"I figured this would be an awesome experience for you," he said while staying on top of me.

"And how is that?"

"Now you know what it is like to have a guy on top of you. Next time you won't freak out."

Right as I was about to respond, I heard someone clear their throat in the doorway. Just as luck would have it, the person was Freddie.

"I didn't mean to interrupt, but Jenifer wanted me to wake you. But I see that your boyfriend took care of that and I now I feel like a complete idiot. So I'll just go," his last sentences seemed rushed.

After Freddie left, I realized what a compromising position Tucker and I were in. I mean I never considered it that way because I have a "V" where Tucker wants a "P". Also Tuck looks like a straight guy in the morning before his transformation, as he likes to call it.

"Samantha would you kindly explain why pretty boy is in your house," Tucker said suspiciously.

"Could you not call him pretty boy?" for some reason the little nickname Tucker made for Freddie bothered me.

"Why?"

"Because he has a name and it's Freddie."

"Why are you avoiding the topic of him being in your house in the morning?"

"Look I will tell you when we get in the kitchen."

"Why the kitchen, I mean what's sooo special about the kitchen?"

"It has ham," I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

As Tucker probed through my closet, my mind drifted to Freddie and his many great features.

Tucker decided to dress me in a white camisole, off white skirt that a floral designs, which was accompanied by a nude sweater and nude pumps. The minute I saw the outfit I knew that I could never pull it off. It was tight fitted and I was not comfortable with a tight fitted shirt.

"Tucker I can not wear that to school," My voice sounded strained.

"Why not?" he asked, clearly offended that I rejected his outfit of the day.

"Because it is too form fitting, I mean look at me," I said gesturing to my body.

"I am and I see someone who has all the right curves and just doesn't know it."

"Look Tucker I know my body and I know that it can not squeeze into something like that," I said while pointing to the outfit.

"Well if you don't believe me that you have a great body, and then I guess I'll have to get a second opinion from Pretty boy."

My heart stopped at the thought of Freddie analyzing my body and it many parts.

"Fine I will wear the outfit without complaints."

"Thank you cupcake," Tucker said with a smile.

I changed into my outfit of the day. I styled my hair into its usual down do and continued my morning ritual. When I walked out of the bathroom and back into my room, Tucker was waiting for me.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Well I had to make sure that you wouldn't back of the outfit."

"Okay well you should get going."

We walked down the stairs and passed the kitchen; I was secretly hoping that he would forget about Freddie and just go home. But with me there is no such thing as good luck.

"I didn't forget about pretty boy, but you obviously don't want to tell right now."

Then he kissed me on the forehead and went home. When I closed the door and turned around, Freddie was right there. He looked a little uneasy.

"Sam I wanted to apologize," I racked my brain to see if he did anything wrong.

"Why?"

"For last night, when I kissed you on your cheek, and this morning, when I walked into your room."

My heart dropped a little bit. It sort of reassured me that there is no way that he likes me.

"I mean if I had known that you had a boyfriend I would have never. It was wrong for me to cross the line," I started to laugh in the middle of his speech and a smile spread across my face. "And I feel terrible for interrupting this morning and why are you laughing?" he asked confused.

Once I finally stopped laughing, I answered his question. "I am laughing because Tucker is not my boyfriend."

"But I saw him lying on top of you and he just kissed you on your forehead."

"Freddie, Tucker is gay."

"Oh," he said stretching the word out longer that necessary.

"Yes, did you eat breakfast yet?" I asked trying to change the subject and letting him off the embarrassment hook.

He chuckled a little, "No. And thanks for not pointing out my obvious embarrassment."

"You welcome Benson."

We stared at one another for a few more seconds but eventually made our way to the kitchen, to see Jennifer and David had already left.

"I going to be honest, I can not cook," Freddie said some what ashamed.

"Well fortunately for you I can."

I had to cook for myself when I lived with my mother and I realized that I was good and I liked it.

"So Princess Puckett can cook. I must say that I am surprised," He said with a smirk on his face.

I roamed the kitchen to get all the supplies I would need to make and ham, cheese, and bacon omelet.

"I am a girl with many surprises Frednub."

"Frednub?" he said questioningly

"Now we're even. You called me Princess Puckett and I get to call you a nickname."

"Whatever you say Sam."

The omelets only took a few minutes and I guess Freddie wanted to feel useful because he made us some freshly squeezed orange juice.

The conversation over breakfast seemed to flow easily. I didn't feel as uncomfortable as I thought I would be. He seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying and not just looking me over, like most guys would do while I was in my old clothes. We picked up the dishes and stood side by side as we worked.

Freddie reached around me for a towel to dry his hands, but he stopped in the process of grabbing it. He arms were on both sides of me and there was no space left in between us. I was trapped in his arms, he smelled of cinnamon. I couldn't find a reason to want to leave this position. Freddie dropped one of his arms to my waist and pulled my even further into him protectively. He lowered his head whispered into me ear.

"By the way, you are wrong. Your body looks absolutely amazing in that outfit."