Freddie's POV (Third Person)

"Freddie?" A voice called to Freddie. He was in a forest and all he saw were trees, he couldn't find the person the voice belonged to.

"Freddie I need you." The voice sounded pleading now and Freddie saw a light on one end of the forest.

He ran in one of those slow, dreamlike ways. He finally reached the light and suddenly, everything was white. Freddie was alone in a white room. He looked around the room, confused and anxious.

"Freddie, I love you…" The voice said this time. He followed the voice forward, determined to find out who it was. He kept walking, and walking.

Finally he saw something up ahead, a bed? He walked faster and soon broke into a run. He finally reached the bed, shocked to see, none other than, Samantha Puckett.

She looked up at him with those blue eyes and Freddie noticed that they were glassy and seemed to be focused on something far away. Her skin and blonde hair were both unnaturally pale. Is she dying? The blanket that covered her was now gone and Freddie could see why she looked that way. She's skin and bones, literally. Freddie picked up one of her arms and felt every bone there. She's a walking skeleton.

"Freddie, don't leave me…" She seemed to reach for him. She placed her hand on his cheek and they stared in each other's eyes for a while. Then, she started to drift away, her hand coming off of his cheek, leaving his cheek very warm.

"Sam! NO!" Freddie heard himself shout.

"Bye Freddie…" She whispered as she disappeared into the sheets…

Freddie awoke with a start. He could feel sweat on his neck and stomach, and he realized he was panting. He looked over at his clock, 4:19 AM. He sat up and wiped the sweat from his neck.

After panting for a few minutes He quietly snuck over to the bathroom across the hall, being careful not to wake his mom. He closed the door and turned around before flipping the light switch on. He rinsed his face with cold water and looked in the mirror. He couldn't get the images of Sam out of his mind; her when he caught her today, and her in his dream.

Suddenly, he knew what he had to do. He turned the light off and walked back over to his room, throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt. He grabbed his jacket and quietly and carefully, snuck to the front door of his apartment. He was glad his mother was a heavy sleeper as he opened the door and walked outside.

Sam's POV

"One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I" Sam groaned and reached for her phone. *One new text message*

"Who the hell?..." She mumbled checking the time to see that it was. 4:30 in the morning. She pressed the message,

Hey you up?

It was from Freddie. He hadn't talked to her since what happened. He had immediately left Carly's and went home, telling Carly he had 'homework to catch up on'.

I am now. What do you want, Frederina?

Sam typed, sitting up and stretching. She was wiping her eyes when she felt her phone vibrate again.

Can we talk?

Sam figured he would want to talk about this, she just didn't think it would be through text message, or at 4 in the morning.

Uh, sure. What do you need?

Sam typed that and sat on her bed silently, anticipating what he would say next. She felt herself slowly drifting off but woke herself to wait for her phone to vibrate.

"Well, first of all, I need you to learn to lock your windows." Sam jumped and gasped, shocked to hear Freddie's voice as she saw him climb through her window. Sam felt her mouth drop open as Freddie flashed her his signature smirk.

"What the hell are you doing here Benson!" Sam jumped up and looked at him as if he were crazy, and then rethinking it, "Though I have to admit, I am impressed. Fredward Benson snuck out. At night! Priceless." She nodded in approval as he walked into her room and sat on her bed. Sam watched him as she talked; Slowly his smirk became smaller and smaller until he had a look on his face that Sam had never seen. On anyone. He looked as if he were looking for something, in his head. Does that even make sense? Sam asked herself, looking at his face which was now blank and expressionless, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"I told you we needed to talk," He said calmly. His voice sounding soothing and blank. What is up with him? Why is he so freaky calm. Emotionless… Sam looked at him carefully before speaking.

"Yea you said we needed to walk. But not in my bedroom at 4 in the morning!" Sam whispered loudly. "You are so lucky my mom is hung-over and my room is on the first floor!" After her dad 'went away' Sam's mother began getting drunk on a regular basis; Slugging to work; Yelling at the cat, and occasionally Sam. The two didn't talk anymore, they couldn't without thinking of the man who was no longer there. Sam knew she was a constant reminder of her father, especially with how alike they look, so Sam keeps her distance from her mother; For both of their sanity.

Freddie shrugged and examined her. After a few minutes, he hesitantly held his arm up, touching her stomach since she was at arm's length. He winced, but didn't move his hand. He slowly pulled her shirt up, letting him see how hollow and empty her stomach looked. He shook his head and had a disgusted look on his face. Sam bit her lip, but let him look.

"Sam, do you eat? Because there's no way throwing up can do this; usually throwing up makes you skinny fat, not skinny skinny." He said running his hand over her stomach. His hand was warm against her skin and Sam was shocked that she liked that. She bit her lip harder, and felt it start to bleed.

"I…I'm just not hungry…" Sam mumbled pathetically, avoiding his eyes.

"Not hungry all the time?" Freddie stood up, hand still on her stomach, raising his eyebrows and trying to look her in the eyes, but giving up when she concentrated her attention on a stain on the floor. Why does he have to look at me like that? With those chocolaty, warm eyes? Sam began to get angry. She pulled his hand off of her and shoved him away. He feel onto her bed and she stomped her foot.

"How am I supposed to feel! I have to look at all these girls on magazines and on TV and I pass a fucking Barbie almost every day. I mean guys don't date me. They just see me as the girl who can beat them with a newspaper. They don't see me as pretty, or thin! Do you know how hard that is? And I'm practically alone with it. Every guy we meet looks past me and sees her; like I'm invisible or something. I'm almost 16 Freddie, and guys won't even go out with me. And the guys who do are complete douche-bags. I figured if I looked better I'd feel better. And I feel fine thank you very much. So you see, I don't have a choice! It's either be pretty and thin; or die alone." She practically hissed the last sentence. Sam could tell Freddie was shocked, but not as shocked as he was.

They were both quiet for a few minutes, and then Freddie got up and wrapped his arms around her. Sam didn't notice she was crying until she heard the sobs and realized they were coming from her. Freddie just stood there and let her ruin his jacket. He rubbed her back, but he didn't talk. There wasn't much he could say right now.

After Sam calmed down and they were sitting on her bed, Freddie had his arms around her as she silently wept on his shoulder, Freddie asked,

"How long?" The question came out hollow, no sign of emotion in Freddie's voice. Sam took a minute to try to clear her voice up,

"About two, two and a half months…" She replied, staring at his face to see his reaction. He cringed, then shook his head again,

"So long…" He murmured so low that if Sam hadn't been paying attention, she would've missed it.

"Sam, do you… do you want to stop? I mean like if I could help you with the whole guy thing?" Freddie hesitantly asked the question that would alter both of their futures. Sam seemed to think about it for a minute.

"I want to change, Freddie, I want to be healthy, be better. But how do I know the guys just aren't interested and there's nothing you can do about that?" Sam asked Freddie and he responded as honestly as he could,

"Sam, if those guys don't like you then they are stupid and you'll find a guy someday, that puts all of them to shame; a guy who's there for you and doesn't care what you look like. I'm going to help you with this. You have a problem, a disease, and I'm going to help you with it. But I can't help you if you don't want to be helped."

Sam was quiet for a long while, and Freddy started to wonder if she was asleep.

"I'll try," Sam finally whispered. Her head was still on his shoulder and he moved so he only had one arm around her. "But can you stay? Just tonight? Please? I need you Freddie, more than ever." Sam pleaded. Freddie had never seen her so weak and vulnerable. Just like he'd never seen her cry. She's changing. Freddie thought. He nodded and laid her down, tucking her under the covers. He laid down next to her and put his arm around her. "I can only stay a while. I have to be home before my mom wakes up." Freddie told her, and she nodded. She snuggled against him, a position that would've been sexual, but was mostly protective. After a few minutes, Sam was starting to drift off.

"Sam?" Freddie asked.

"Hmmm?" Sam said turned and looked at him.

Freddie kissed her forehead, "If it counts, I thought you were beautiful before."

*Aaaww (: Haha. I hope you all like it! I love this chapter, and I am so sleepy right now, but I had to finish this chapter before I forgot all of my ideas! R&R please! Oh and favorite! Make a great day – Ariel*

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