Hola! I'm back to update today, as promised. c: Thanks for the amazing reviews you guys and just a heads up there will be a little D-word in here, so don't spaz with my bad words haha

I hope you like it and this is kind of a filler to explain some things in Sam's past and pay attention because allll of this will come back (/foreshadow.)

Freddie's POV

I woke up to a heavy crash and instantly my heart started pounding.

"Sam," I mumbled. "Sam!" I repeated but a lot louder, getting up from my place on the floor. I stared at my bed and it took me a moment to realize that Sam wasn't there.

"Sam?" I called out a again. I walked around the bed and then I saw her. She was a few feet away from the bathroom door, just laying on the floor.

"Oh my gosh," I said running to her. Cold hashed over me like a blanket and I felt my hands get all sweaty. How could I have been so stupid? I was supposed to be watching over her and I just fell asleep! I thought. "Gosh, Sam, please be okay." I whispered, taking her in my arms and laying her in my real bed.

I touched her wrist and her pulse was a little sluggish. I moved my fingers to the smooth skin of her neck to get a better one. Surely, she was breathing and her heart was pumping. I looked at the bottle of pills she had just taken.

"Take with food. Caution: Make You Drowsy." they read.

"No duh," I muttered. "That meant she was going to be asleep for a while…" I thought out loud.

All I could really do was wait until she woke up, so I sat down in my bed right next to her watching her. I took in her features, the soft angles of her face, her small nose, her soft, pink lips. Her tempting pink lips… I felt my stomach twist and knot. Why was I feeling odd about Sam? Why did I suddenly want to press my lips to hers? I shook my head. This is my best friend, aside from Carly. I couldn't have any sort of feelings for her because, well, she'd kill me for starters. Besides, she would never like a nerd like me.

Sam started to stir. "Frrr…" she mumbled.

"What, Sam?"

"Fre..Fred.." she mumbled.

I got closer to he so I could her was she said.

"Freddie…" she mumbled again and I went cold. Sam was dreaming about me? I smiled like a dork for a second, letting a giddy feeling fill me, until I realized she was probably beating me up in her dream.

Then her good arm grasped me around the neck and pulled me down to her. It was very awkward until I relaxed a bit, figuring she'd let me go soon enough. Our legs were sort of intertwined and my arms were forced to go around her waist. Our bodies were flush against each other and Sam's face was on my chest. I figured this would be nice if the circumstances weren't how there were. I felt her sigh then shift into a resting sleep. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw it was about 9:30. Maybe if I took a quick nap…

Sam's POV

I walked into my dad's at-home office where he was working on a video camera that he had to repair. That's what my dad did, repair broken things, like cameras, computers, and gaming systems. "Hey, Dad?" I interrupted.

"What, girl?" he said, looking up from the small device.

"Can we go to the beach today with Mom and Mel?" I asked him sweetly. At the age of 6 I was very persuasive.

"Sami, I told you that it might rain." my father said as he ruffled my hair. He met my eyes with his dark green ones. "Besides, squirt, didn't you promise your little friends that you'd help them on y'alls biology project?" he asked.

I made a face. "Carly will get over it and Frednub can do all the work himself." I said stubbornly. "Besides, I want to go to the beach while it rains."

"No ma'am, that's dangerous." he said. He looked at me for a bit. "Why do you call that little brown haired kid Frednub?" he asked.

I crinkled my nose. "Because, daddy, he's a total loser. He likes cameras and computers and Galaxy Wars." I said.

He looked down at his camera, then at his computer, then at his Galaxy Wars poster. His gaze met mine again with eyebrows raised. "Mhmm…"

"No, I mean the bad kind of loser. You're way too cool to be like him." I protested.

My dad sat back in his leather desk chair. "Sounds to me like you like him, squirt." he said.

"What?" I said, outraged. "As if! He likes Carly!"

"So? That doesn't mean you can't like him." he pointed out.

"That's just not how it goes. He loves Carly, Dad! I can't like him, that's just weird!"

He shook his head. "You know, you remind me so much of your mom, or at least her stubborn side; Mel got the feminine part. Your mom constantly called me a loser and made fun of me when we were young, you know. We had this friend, Jasey, she was perfect and I thought I loved her, but I really liked your mom the whole time. It took me a while to realize it, but fate has a funny way of working." he said, his emerald eyes meeting my bright blue ones.

I shook my head. "No, Freddie-I mean, Fredweird likes Carly way too much."

He chuckled. "History repeats itself, Sami. Remember that."

The setting changed.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Melanie asked our mother who was broken down in tears on the floor in our parents room. My mom's blue eyes met Melanie's green eyes and she just sobbed louder. "Mom?"

"Go away, Melanie. Your eyes remind me of him. Go away!" she yelled.

I looked at Melanie. Her emerald eyes contrasted with my blue eyes. I had gotten my mom's eyes while Mel had my dad's, and that was our only difference. Our expressions were both confused though, taking in mind that at the age of 12 we had no idea what had just happened. "Mom, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Your father. He's gone. Ran off with-" she choked a bit on her words. "He ran off with Jasey!" Mom said. "I knew he never stopped loving her." she whispered. She inflicted so much poison in her words that they almost sounded like a foul curse word.

"Oh, Mom…" Mel and I said, each touching her shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled, flinching from our touch. "Mel, you're going to boarding school. I want you to be somewhere better than this."

Mel nodded. She didn't dare question her mom right now.

"What about me?" I whispered.

"You're staying. With me." my mom said, before turning away and sobbing. I was about to protest when Melanie took my hand and led me out of the room.

The scene changed one last time. Only this time, it wasn't a memory.

"Freddie?" my 26 year old self said.

"What?" he said, harshly.

"Now don't you dare talk to me that way, nub. I will not hesitate to break your arm in half. Where are you going?" I demanded.

"None of your business where I go."

"Damn right it's my business. You are my husband, just in case you forgot."

"Not anymore."

I stared at him. "What do you mean 'not anymore'?"

"I'm leaving."

"You're what? Oh no, no, no, don't you dare think your leaving this family. What about your daughter? Your son? Me? What about us?"

"There is no us anymore.""I should have known. You're leaving me for Carly! You still love her! My dad said history always repeated itself but I never thought this part was included!" I yelled.

"You're a nut, I don't even know what you're talking about. Regardless, goodbye." he said, opening the door.

"Freddie Benson, don't you dare-" and the door was closed.

"Freddie!" I yelled. The again, "Freddie!" and one last time, but this one came with a sob. "Fred-Freddie."

I opened my eyes in shock and took a wild gasp of air. My cheeks felt moist and I figured a had cried a bit in my sleep. I felt a sturdy surface against my face and I looked up to see Freddie's sleeping face inches from mine. I tensed. I looked around and say that Freddie and I were cuddling. Cuddling, for God's sake! I immediately gathered all my strength and with my good arm and good leg I pushed him off the bed.

Freddie hit the floor with a thud! and instantly opened his eyes. He sat up, alarmed, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Sam!" he yelled, outraged, and I burst out laughing. "Ow, why did you do that?" he said, rubbing his head.

"Why were you snuggling with me?" I replied.

"Uhm, maybe you don't remember, but you grabbed me."

"That's ridiculous." I said.

"What were you dreaming about anyways?" he asked and for the first time since I woke up I remembered my dream.

I had relived two memories and had a dream that I had been married to Freddie, we had kids, and he left me for Carly. And I was upset about it. Blood rose to my cheeks and I thanked my lucky stars that it was dark.

"Uhm, none of your business." I replied with a scowl. "Why?"

"You said my name in your sleep. You said it a couple times, actually."

Panic washed over me. "No I didn't."

He stared at me. "Yes, you did. What were you dreaming?"

"Nothing! Besides, why do you care?"

"Well, it involved me!"

"So? You don't know that!"

"Yes, I do!" he said touching his chest, he noticed it was a bit wet. "Were you crying in your sleep?"

"No!" I replied, a little too fast.

His face softened. "Oh, Sam, I'm sorry. If it was a bad dream, you can just tell me." he said. The irony of his words hit me. I couldn't just tell him.

My eyes watered a bit and I instantly cursed my new softer side. I figured that time of the month must be approaching because me emotions were getting ridiculous.

"Sam," he said almost in a whisper. "Tell me what it was."

"No, okay? No I can't tell you, I will never tell you, and I really don't want you to care, okay? Just leave me alone." I said stubbornly.

"Sam-"

"Freddie, I swear if you don't shut up I'm going to-"

"Sam you can't do anything to me right now. You're half broken and you fell a couple hours ago, which reminds me, why the heck did you get up, Sam?"

"I had to go to the restroom." I answered simply.

"And it didn't occur to you to ask me to, I don't know, help you?"

"I didn't want nor need your help."

"Yeah, you sure didn't need it, that's why you weren't passed out on the floor." he said sarcastically.

"Look, Mr. Smart Aleck, if it hadn't been for the sleeping pills, I would have made it."

"I just don't see why you couldn't just ask me for help." he pressed on.

"Because," I said, exasperated, "I didn't want your help! Besides, you were asleep!"

"So? You could have woken me up!"

"I didn't want to! I don't want your help!"

"It's okay to ask for help, Sam! It's perfectly fine to need someone!" he yelled, finally reaching his limit.

I snapped. "I know, I just don't want help from you. The last think I want is to be stuck with you. Haven't you noticed? I hate you."

He flinched. "Fine." he looked at his watch. "It's one in the morning. You're on your own until my mom is back, and then you're back on your own because I'm done helping you." he said coldly. He gathered his blanket and pillow and left the room with out another word.

With out wanting to, I made my dream sort of come true. I made Freddie leave me.

Don't kill me! I had to make them fight sometime! However, we're no where near the end, don't fret! I expect at least 10 more chapters, at most 15!

This chapter was really hard to write, I almost teared up at the end xD Poor Freddie D:

Drop me a review, please! Reviewers just might get to snuggle with Freddie! (;