OMG YOU GUYS I SUCK. I'm so sorry for not updating as I said I would ): I just had a lot going on and so many weddings to attend and I was out of town and Harry Potter midnight premier and gah! As promised, though, is a new chapter, albeit belated! I hope you enjoy it:D

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and other things mentioned aren't mine!

Sam's POV

My eyes opened to a light filled room and I was surprised to see it was morning. I didn't remember falling asleep after I had already woken up last night but I figured my body was so worn down from the medicine and the accident that I must have just dozed off.

I stretched my working limbs and pulled myself up into a sitting position and looked around the bed. My cell phone was sitting on top of my thigh and it was buzzing. I took the small device in my working hand and answered.

"Hello?" I said groggily.

"Hi!" Carly beamed on the other line.

My heart instantly picked up. I was finally getting to talk to my best friend. "Hey, Carls! How's Yaki-nasty?" I asked.

She laughed. "Fine. I'm looking turkey recipes up on the internet but they all sound weird." she said and I could imagine her wrinkling her nose as she said "Weird".

"Well, anyways," she continued, "How are your? Are you getting better?" she asked, genuine concern mingled into her voice.

I tried to sit up more, to get more comfortable, but a pain shot through my side. "Uh, I'm getting better, I suppose." I huffed out.

"Good. I just have to wear bandages to sleep now, but I can imagine you're still somewhat broken."

"Yeah,"

"So, how's Benson life?" she asked.

"Erm.." What could I say? I hated it? Freddie was a nub? He kissed my forehead? "Freddie is still a nub, but he helps." There was a slight pause for me to catch my breath. The stupid bandages didn't let me breathe normally. "And Mrs. Benson is actually not crazy. And her cooking is less…gross. I guess it's cause I'm here. But she will cook meat now, as long as it's from that organic farmers market, I forgot the name."

"Oh, well that's good. Maybe when I come home, if my side isn't murdering me, you can stay and I can take care of you." she said with a hopeful tone.

Yes. A thousand times yes. "That sounds like fun, Carls. Anything to get out of here. I seriously miss my best friend."

"I miss you, too, Sam! I told Spencer I needed help to shower and he just had Socko's cousin do it since she's an RN. He's such a sissy sometimes." she commented.

"Oh, definitely." I said, laughing.

There was a small pause, but it wasn't an awkward pause.

"I can't wait for Thanksgiving," I commented.

"Oh yeah, me either. Granddad makes the best gravy." she said with a laugh.

"I remember last years gravy. He puts a spoon full of butter-" I was interrupted by a giggle.

"Carly?" I asked.

She stopped laughing. "Yes?"

"Who ya talkin' to?" I asked, knowing very well what that laugh meant. She was either a) Talking about a boy she liked, or b) talking to a boy she liked.

"Nothing, no one, just texting." she said.

"Yes, but who?" I asked again before she laughed again. I couldn't help but be curious about who she was talking to. She only ever laughed like that when she flirted or gushed about boys.

"Fine, I'm texting Freddie." she said. I froze. Fredward? Carly was texting Freddie and was giggling? She was flirting with…but she didn't like him? Why would she giggle if she didn't like him, though? Oh my God, Carly liked Freddie. Oh my God.

"Hey, I have to go." She said hurriedly. "My aunt Nancy is rounding the corner and she doesn't like it when I'm on the phone. Bye!" she said and the call ended.

I stared down a my phone in awe.

Carly liked Freddie.

I couldn't suppress the nasty feeling that bubbled in my stomach. I couldn't really explain it, but the thought of Carly liking Freddie and knowing that Freddie loved Carly made a feeling of cold brush over me followed by anger. I didn't really know who I was angry at, I just knew that I was so mad and I didn't even know why!

I was starting to get light-headed from thinking so much about and my lack of food. I swayed in my bed a bit until I fell back into my blankets with a groan.

I had to get out of here. I was turning into a nutcase.

There was a slight knock on my door and I muttered a "Come in."

A brunette boy peek his head in and I couldn't help the odd feeling that pooled in my stomach. His eyes met mine and I tried my best to keep my poker face set.

"I have bacon." he whispered, loud enough for me to hear. My ears perked up at the word and I tried my best to keep the corners of my mouth from smiling.

"You may come in." I said.

He grinned and came in with a plate that had bacon, ham, eggs, apple juice, a fat cake, and an orange. Breakfast for a king.

"Look, Sam, I just wanted to say that I'm sorr-"

"Why aren't you at school?" I interrupted.

"Oh, uh, thanksgiving break is all week, remember?" he said. I nodded, feeling dumb for asking. There was a slight pause before he started speaking again.

"Anyways, I'm sorry for whatever I did to upset you, even if I'm not quite sure what it was. Will you just stop hating me though? I hate it when we fight like this. And besides, it will make you being here easier, maybe even fun, for both of us." he finished, almost all of this in one breath. I raised my gaze meeting his eyes with my own.

I never noticed what a beautiful shade of brown his eyes were. I mean, I had, and I knew they were pretty, but this is the first time I really looked at them. They looked like molten pools of chocolate with hazel flecks in them to soften the color. His impossibly long lashes also added to the over all effect, making his eyes that much more breathtaking.

I looked away and nodded slowly.

"I'm…sorry I was so rotten. You are helping me after all." I mumbled.

He grinned at me. "Good. Now everything is better, I have news for you."

"What is it?" I asked, curiosity in my voice. I took I bite of the ham and tried to eat some of the eggs. It was all delicious.

"Mom said that you can get your arm cast taken off next week. That break was a lot cleaner so you have be put in a brace rather than a cast."

I grinned, a full real smile. "Finally! This thing itches!" I said and Freddie chuckled. I was glad we weren't fighting, but I still wanted to be with Carly instead.

"Also, it's only 12:30. I think we should go to the movies. I have my old wheelchair and I can just push you around." Freddie suggested.

"Sounds good. I think that new Harry Potter movie just came out. We should go watch it."

"I've been meaning to see it, too. Alright, well I'm going to take a quick shower. Can I trust you to stay in here?"

"I suppose. Can I see your phone so I can play games on it?" I asked.

He sighed, handing over the small device. "Don't break it." he joked and left to the bathroom to shower.

Freddie's POV

I got into the shower and let the warm water wash over me. I let it undo the tight muscles in my back and rinse out any tension. I was glad that Sam and I were finally on speaking terms. It took a weight off my shoulders. Our fights were just unnecessary burdens.

My thoughts drifted from Sam to my mom. She was really starting to be less aggressive. It was another burden gone and I felt like I could actually breathe at home now. My thoughts went to Carly and I felt a smile spread on my lips. The conversation we had today had been one Carly and I often had. She had been telling me about a boy she really liked that she met in Yakima (he was a friend of her cousins) and she was deciding whether or not she should accept the date he offered her. Carly didn't want to tell Sam anything until she got better. Carly also wanted to wait until she got back to Seattle because "girl talk is just better in person." she had said.

Once my shower was finished, I got out and wrapped a towel around my lower body. I looked around until I noticed I hadn't even brought clothes in here with me. I sighed and left the bathroom and into my room. I made a beeline to my closet and began to pick out warm clothed for going out.

"Hey, are you done, I need you to wash my hair…" I heard Sam say then just stop mid sentence. I turned to look at her and I noticed her face was flushed but glued to my torso. I chuckled.

"Sam?"

Her head snapped up and her face became the envy of any tomato. "What?" she snapped, trying to regain her poker face. I laughed. Really laughed, filling the room with the sound of my voice.

The corners of Sam's mouth curled up but she struggled to keep them down. "It's not that funny, Benson!" she said, with a chuckled. My eyes met hers and we both laughed this time, filling the room with a mixture of our laughs.

Once the laughing stopped, I had pulled a shirt over my head and was about to put on the rest. "I'm going to get dressed." I announced and went to the bathroom. I got dress swiftly and combed my hair, not bothering to style it, and exited the bathroom and into my room. Sam was sitting on my bed staring ahead.

"Sam?" I asked, heading towards my dresser for socks.

"What?"

"You needed your hair washed?" I asked and she nodded.

"You, uhh, don't need a shower, right?"

A pinkish tinge spread on her cheeks. "No, your mom bathed me yesterday. I just need my hair washed to brush it and stuff. I can't go out looking like a troll."

I chuckled. "You sounds like Carly."

She wrinkled her nose. "Well, yes, Fredwad, I am female. Believe it or not, I do like to look presentable." She huffed, stretching her arms out for me to lead her to the bathroom.

I walked over to her and picked her up bridal style.

"I could really get used to this, Fredwad." she said and I looked down at her with an eyebrow raised. Realization of her words struck her. "I meant you carrying me, Nub. Don't get your hopes up."

"I never said anything," I said with a grin.

Once her hair had been washed and dried we headed back inside the room.

"What do you want to wear?" I said after setting her down on the bed.

"In my suit case I have a purple skirt and then I need my blue tank top and my gray cardigan." she instructed and I pulled out the clothing articles.

She began to remove her shirt. "Whoa, Sam! I'm right here!" I said, flushing pink.

"Well I need help, dishrag. I'm not gonna change with one arm!"

"Oh, right," I said. I helped her get her shirt off and then she looked at me with darkened eyes.

"I need to change my bra."

"Why?"

She sighed. "This one is a sleeping bra, duh." she said, like it was common knowledge.

I gulped. "Uhm, which one do you need?" I asked, returning to the suitcase.

"The white one is fine." she said, indicating to a lacy white bra with black patterns on it.

"Okay, and now what?" I asked awkwardly.

"Undo this one from the back and let me take it off. I'll but the other one on and you just close it. You won't see anything. Sorry to disappoint." she said. I could almost see her smirk.

I undid the hooks on the back and the garment came off. She shook it off and threw it on the floor. I handed her the other bra and she slipped it on.

"Hook it." she instructed.

I did as told. "Done?" I asked.

She nodded. "Now hand me my tank top and help me put it on."

Once the dressing was done (putting on the skirt was endlessly horrible) we were heading down to the lobby of Bushwell, me walking and Sam in her wheelchair.

"I heard this movie is really brutal." I commented as we walked/wheeled to the movie theatre a few blocks away from Bushwell.

"Are you going to cry, nub?" Sam teased.

"No, I'm just saying that it might be sad!"

"Whatever."

Once we got there, Sam demanded to see it in 3D and she wanted a large popcorn, large soda, Twizzlers, Dibs, and a hot dog with jalapeños all for herself. I told her I'd buy her that only if we shared the popcorn and she twisted my pinky.

"Mama doesn't put up with 'conditions'." she said.

The movie, Deathly Hallows Part 1 started and I shifted in my seat. I was a Harry Potter nerd and this was basically the end.

As promised, there was blood and a death that bright tears to my eyes but I knew the worst was jet to come in July.

I looked over at Sam and her eyes were shining.

"Are you crying?" I whispered while they buried the deceased character.

"No!" she said and punched me in the arm. "I got jalapeño juice in my eye."

"Mhmm, sure." I whispered back.

The movie came to a close and we left the theatre.

"I'm hungry." she said. I gaped at her. "What?" she asked.

"You just ate half the theatre!"

"That wasn't nearly enough! I want a smoothie!"

"I don't have money!" I complained.

"Yes you do! You have a gift card to the Groovy Smoothie from 'Bo on your birthday!"

"I spent it on you months ago!" I exclaimed.

"Dang it, Freddie!" she sighed, exasperated.

A drop of water hit my face and I looked up. I groaned.

Sam's POV

"What?" I asked.

"It's going to rain." he said, pushing my chair towards a small café that was at the next corner.

We walked in and there was a small chime at the door. Freddie wheeled me to a table and sat across from me.

A girl wearing a black uniform walked up to the table. "How may I help you?" she asked, batting her eye lashes at Freddie. I rolled my eyes.

He looked at the girl and politely said, "Uh, I'll take a coffee, please, and Sam?"

The girl looked at me reluctantly. I smirked. "I'll have cappuccino." I said, glancing at the menu on the wall and saying the first thing I read. I reached across the table with my good hand and grasped Freddie's.

"Mocha or French Vanilla?" she asked, looking at our hands.

"Uhm, Vanilla." I said. She nodded curtly and left with one last glance at Freddie.

I noticed he was looking at me.

"What?" I asked, removing my hand.

"What was that for?" he said, referring to our hands.

"She was making googly eyes at you." I responded simply.

"And?"

"And it was annoying. I made her back off."

"But why should it matter? I wasn't even paying attention to her." he responded, confused.

"You're too nice. You should have played along and watch her feel rejected." I didn't know why it bothered me so much but I just didn't want her being all over Freddie.

His gaze caught mine.

"Sam, that's mean."

"So? When has that stopped me?" I asked, looking away defiantly.

He sighed. "You almost sound like a jealous girlfriend." he said, running his hand through his hair.

I scoffed. "You wish," I said, looking anywhere but his face.

It's ridiculously OOC, I know, but I can't write it otherwise!

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