I stood there frozen. Unsure of his or my next move, part of me was screaming to stay right there in his arms and just live in the moment, but the dominant part of me took over. So I slowly unwrapped myself from Freddie's grasp and stared directly into his eyes. Brown eyes against blue. Neither one of us knew what was going to happen next. I just wanted him to say anything, because the silence was honestly making me more uncomfortable than the fact that he heard how insecure I was earlier.

We could have been standing there for minutes, but it felt like hours to me. Thank goodness Freddie had enough courage to break the silence.

"Sam, I have to tell you something," he seemed a little fidgety and nervous.

"Okay," I surprisingly sounded calm.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure how to put this, but I like you."

"Why?"

"Excuse me," I'm pretty sure he was expecting the same confession from me.

"Why do you like me?"

Freddie stood there and stared at me. His gaze traveled from my face and down my body. I started to feel even more self-conscious than normal. He eventually made his way back up my body and stopped at my eyes. I would have preferred that he continued to stare at my shoes, that way I wouldn't have to look him in the eyes.

"I like you because you're different."

"You don't like me. You just like the clothes I have been wearing."

Slight hurt passed through he eyes, "No, I liked you this first day you came to our school."

"Can you please elaborate," I asked. I desperately needed to know if he really liked me, before I made a complete fool of myself.

"That day in the cafeteria when I bumped into you, I was going to introduce myself to you. It took all day for me to work up the courage to even go up to you. I thought you were absolutely stunning, in your cargo pants and white tee shirt."

"Then why did you say that you just wanted to be friends," I asked confused.

"I thought I blew my chance with you. I mean I did spill my lunch on you."

I contemplated on how to respond to Freddie. The most important question still remained in my head. Did I even like him? Sure he was cute and helped me out the first day of school. But we live in the same house, so wouldn't things get weird if we broke up? I would not be able to live with the constant awkward surrounding the house. I never had a boyfriend before, so what would I do with Freddie? Then again he was a genuine person, and I would like to get to know him better. The pros, in my head, seemed to be balancing out the cons. So I went with my gut, which has yet to steer me wrong.

"What if I said that you didn't blow you chance," I whispered with a small smile on my face.

"Wait there is still a chance for me to date you," he asked eagerly.

"Yes, but I still don't know a lot about you as a person. I don't feel like we should jump right into a relationship. We both have pasts that we haven't shared with each other."

"Oh," he sounded disappointed. I think he thought I rejected him.

"Don't get me wrong. I like you too and I think you're extremely cute."

"You think I'm cute Puckett," he asked cockily.

"Don't let it go to your head Benson," I responded jokingly.

It was nice to be able to go from a serious conversation to joking. Freddie made me uncomfortable, but somehow comfortable all at the same time.

"So where does this leave us," he asked unsure about our current status.

"We're just Sam and Freddie," I said hoping he would understand what I meant.

"Gee thanks Sam for elaborating," he said sarcastically.

"I like you and you like me. I won't date anyone else and neither will you. Do you get it now?"

"Basically we're dating but you don't feel comfortable with that word because we don't know one another that well, yet?"

"Yes," I said relaxing a little bit.

"Can we do things that a normal couple would do?"

"Sure, why not," I said. I wanted to allow him to have some say so in this 'relationship'.

"That's great," he said with a devious smile on his face.

"Why?"

He didn't respond with an answer. Faster than I could blink, Freddie had us in a similar position from earlier. His arms wrapped around my waist. As if instinctually I wrapped my arms around his neck. We were pressed against each other. I had never realized how tall Freddie was, until now.

"Sam, I'm going to kiss you," he said softly.

"I-I might be bad at it," I muttered embarrassed.

"Not possible," he whispered.

I, at this point, was staring at his chest, because I was still embarrassed by my confession. Freddie unwrapped one of his arms, lifted my chin so that we were looking at one another. He slowly started to lean down. The seconds right before he actually reached me, felt like hours. I was getting more nervous by the second, from anticipation. Getting up the nerve, I met him half way. I managed to close my eyes before the impact. His lips were soft and warm. It started off slow and then I just felt like I knew what to do. Our lips moved in sync with each other. I liked the feeling of kissing him, but I needed air so I pulled away. His forehead rested gently on mine.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out.

"Why," he asked.

"I told you I wasn't very good at it," my insecurities immediately returning.

"Sam, that was the best kiss of my life," he answered honestly.

"It was the only kiss of my life," I responded.


In our little moment, we completely forgot about school. When I looked at the clock, on the oven, it was ten twenty. We had already missed first and second period.

Freddie seemed to get what I was thinking about, "How about we take the rest of the day off and go for a walk to the park?"

"Sure," I answered hesitantly.

Freddie grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the door. He obviously knew where he was going, so I stayed silent. My thought drifted to the kiss. I had never received a kiss before. No one ever looked at me and thought that I was a beautiful person. I for one never thought of myself as beautiful. My mom was always called beautiful, when she was younger and more vibrant.

My mom was everything thing I thought I wanted. She was pretty, beautiful blue eyes, tall, blonde hair and she actual had curves that I lack. She was also an exciting person to be around; she had a laugh that somehow became contagious. I loved everything about her and dreamed of being just like her when I grew up. But those dreams quickly changed when the divorce happened.

"You okay Puckett," Freddie asked slightly concerned.

I smiled a little bit, "I'm just fine Benson."

"Yes you are," he said eyeing my body.

"Just because we are being Sam and Freddie, that doesn't give you the right to use cheesy pick up lines on me," I said jokingly.

"Yes Princess Puckett it does."

There was a silence between us, but it wasn't the awkward type. It was the nice relaxing kind. Just two people holding hands walking. The only sounds seemed to be the world around us.

Hey guys! Thanks for all the support for this story. I know it seems as if the story is almost over, but I still have a few things that are left unresolved. You guys still don't know what happened between Freddie and his dad officially and what happened to Freddie's mom. You also don't know about Sam's mom. She also doesn't have a relationship with her dad yet. Just bare with me. Once again thanks so much for the support. It really makes me happy and I sorta feel like people like what I write.