"Sam?" Freddie called through the door.

He knocked again.

"Sam! Open the door!" he yelled again.

He'd been knocking for five minutes and he was getting worried. It's been a week since his dinner with Sam and he had asked her out a couple days later. She must have misinterpreted it though because she had said she and Dylan would be ready when he would pick her up.

He sighed. This was really freaking him out. He pulled out his PearPhone7 and was about to call the cops when the door swung open.

"Hi!" said a small, peppy voice.

"Dylan," Freddie sighed ion relief. He bent down to his level and looked him in the eyes. "Where's your mom?"

"Getting ready." Dylan replied. He motioned nicely into the apartment for Freddie to enter. He stepped in and waited for Dylan to lead him to her room.

"Wait here." Dylan said firmly and giving him a glare before slipping into the double doors that led to Sam's bedroom.

Dylan skipped in leaving an amused Freddie behind. "Momma!"

"Yeah, kid?" she hollered back from the bathroom. The door was closed so he stayed out.

"Freddie's here." he informed her.

"Tell him to wait a sec." she sighed. She knew he hated being late to something, anything.

"Okay!" he sang and ran back to Freddie on the other side of the door. "She'll be right out." he smiled up at him closing the door tightly.

"Alright." he sighed.

A few minutes later the doors opened and Freddie's head shot up. Sam stepped out and closed the door again. She had a elaborate designed sundress with a jean vest over the top. Light brown sandals on her feet and brown hoop earrings. Her hair was down as usual. The long golden ringlets reached the middle of her back and her bangs were swept to the side just above her crystal blue eyes.

"I didn't know what we were going to do, so…" she looked down at her apparel.

"N-no. You look great." he stammered, smiling.

She returned it and thanked him. She stuck her hand out to Dylan.

"Come on, babe." she cooed.

He grabbed her hand with a 'Gibby smile'. She skipped out of the apartment with Dylan following suit and Freddie close behind unable to distract his thoughts from the gorgeous blonde in front of him.

"Stay close, Dylan." Sam instructed as they strolled through the gates of the traveling carnival. It was the carnival's last day and Freddie thought Dylan would like it better than a dinner for two at a fancy restaurant.

"Look, momma!" Dylan pointed to the Merry-Go-Round.

Freddie paid the unhappy cashier and walked over to it. Dylan nearly flew to the large green dragon and tried to get on it. He put his foot in the stirrup and pushed himself up. He fell back down and tried again. Sam laughed as he bounced up again and again didn't make it. Freddie smiled and put his hands under Dylan's arms holding him over the saddle and set him down gently.

"Thanks, Freddie!" Dylan smiled at him already past the embarrassing moment.

"No problem, Dylan." Freddie winked at him and walked over to a bench with Sam. The bench was a little ways away from Dylan but they could still see him and they were in the perfect position that they could grab him in seconds if he began to fall.

The carousel started and Dylan laughed as it began to spin.

"He reminds me so much of Gibby." Freddie murmured.

"Yeah." Sam smiled slightly. She never said it but she loved Gibby, he was funny and sweet. He was the mental brother she never had.

"Momma!" Dylan waved to her.

She smiled and waved back. When the ride stopped Dylan begged to go again for a few minutes before spotting the concession stand. He dragged Sam to it and pointed to the rainbow snow cone. Sam pulled a twenty out of her dress pocket and was about to pay when Freddie reached forward and paid for her.

"Dude!" she hit him on the arm. Not hard though, she didn't want Dylan thinking she could be really aggressive.

"It's okay." he chuckled.

"I don't like having people pay for me."

He opened his mouth to retort.

"Anymore." she corrected.

"Well, you used to do it so much when we were kids I got used to it." he raised his hands in defense.

The worker gave Sam the snow cone and she handed it to Dylan.

"Well get un-used to it." she snapped.

"That makes no sense." he rolled his eyes.

"Your face doesn't make sense."

"Ah, ah, ah," he pointed a finger at her with a triumphant smirk. "You used that one already."

"Darn." she muttered.

Freddie and Dylan laughed.

"Thanks, Freddie!" Dylan called over his shoulder as he ran to his room.

"No problem!" Freddie hollered back then turned to Sam. "Well, that was more fun than I thought it'd be."

Sam laughed. "Yeah. He's a handful but he's awesome."

"I-" Freddie started only to be interrupted by his phone. He huffed and answered it. "Hello?" "What?" he yelled at it. "What do you mean he's going to quit?" "Well, double his pay or something!" "Alright, alright. We'll find someone else." he ended the call and nearly chucked the phone at the wall. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Trouble at work?" Sam asked knowingly.

"It's really hard being a director." he sighed.

"Aw…poor baby." she pouted and rubbed his cheek with her thumb.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." he rolled his eyes but didn't push her arm away.

He leaned in to her and she leaned in as well.

Yep, that's right! I'm not going to let you know if they kiss or not until next chapter. Sorry for it being so short! I have terrible writer's block!

Anyway, review!

-Rachel