*Hey everybody! Thank you so much for reading and favorite-ing and alerting and all that haha! I would like to give special thanks to mebelucy for reviewing (: Very much appreciated. I'm going to write this chapter in a third-person point of view because I accidently started it that way so… Sorry for the sudden changes! But anyway, I hope you enjoy it! *

Sam POV (Still in third person)

"Freddie… I… Um…" Sam racked her brain for an excuse that could confuse someone as smart as Freddie. "I'm… sick. Flu season you know?" Sam didn't really know if it was flu season, but she decided to give it a try. "Maybe I ate some bad ham" She tacked on for good measure. After a short silence, Sam realized that he had just burst into the bathroom. "And why the hell did you just burst in! Ever heard of privacy? Jeez Fredly, you'll never get a girlfriend if you keep doing stuff like that!" Sam said, trying to go back to the way things were; pretend nothing happened.

Freddie didn't say anything. He just stared at her. He looked over her, really looked, and Sam knew he could tell how much weight she had lost. She watched as the pieces clicked together in his head, bracing herself for whatever he might say about it. She hoped he would try to ignore it and just let her live her own life and make her own decisions. I mean it's not like he cares anyway. Of all the shit I've done to him, He shouldn't care. Sam thought, trying to calm herself. The silence, and the way Freddie was looking at her, was starting to freak her out a little bit.

Suddenly, Sam wanted him to say something. She wanted him to wrap her in his arms and tell her everything would be okay. She wanted him to get angry and threaten to tell her mom. She wanted a response.

She stepped closer to him, "Freddie? Are you okay?" She said softly, biting her lip. He still remained silent. When Sam was about to burst, he finally spoke.

"I'm tired of the lies Sam." His voice was blunt.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, giving him a confused look.

"Why are you doing this? To you? To me? To Carly and Spencer and everyone you care about? Why are you doing this to us?" Freddie demanded. Now it was Sam's turn to be silent. She never thought what she was doing was a problem; not really. She didn't think it would affect the people she loved. She was confused when Freddie said that. How the hell does this hurt them? I'm the one throwing up everything I eat… Sam thought. Freddie was waiting for an answer, Sam knew that, but she also knew that she couldn't give him one right now. She wondered if she ever could.

Freddie's POV (Still in third person)

She was quiet; Freddie stood there and waited for her to answer. Why would she do this to herself? Why would she want to put the rest of us through the pain of watching her do it? Freddie wondered. He continued to watch her as the silence got longer, and more unbearable.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sam finally said, her voice was barely above a whisper and she looked down as she said this, as if the ground would swallow her up stop this conversation from going on.

"You know what I'm talking about Sam." Freddie said. He was surprised at how unnaturally calm his voice sounded even though his brain was frenzied and his heart was aching. Sam remained silent for a minute, and then she looked up.

"Why do you care, Frederella?" Her words hit him like daggers. He let them sink in. Why do I care? We're enemies. Well, frenemies. We've been that was for as long as I can remember. Maybe, when you know someone as long as I've known Sam, no matter what, you care for them.

"Because I care about you!" Freddie blurted. Sam looked surprised, but she could never be as surprised as he was. Freddie though, realized it was true. Somewhere, in all those years they've known each other, he'd started to care about her. How in the world did that happen? Freddie wondered. Sam still looked shocked, but she shook her head vigorously; As if she were trying to shake the whole conversation from her mind.

Sam POV (Still in third person)

After a while, Freddie reached out and firmly held her shoulders; Stopping her meltdown. He hugged her, and didn't let go for a few minutes. Sam was too shocked to react. He pulled away, and Sam thought she saw a tear sliding down his cheek but she wasn't sure because before she could say a word, he was out the door.