"I-I didn't think you liked me at all," he admitted. "I mean...you kindda always pick on me."
"I thought since you didn't like me...that I should go with Carly. But I like you, I only like her as a friend," he said, feeling stupid.
A slow smile spread over Sam's face. "Really?" she said, her voice rising with excitement. Freddie liked her. Really, really liked her. And not Carly. She couldn't have been happier, and it showed. She couldn't believe it; she had totally fallen for Freddie Benson, the ex-nerd. Now he was damn hottt - sizzling hottt... and she wanted him to be HERS - ALL hers. "So do you wanna...?" Sam heard herself asking. "...go with me?" She then waited with her heart in her throat, hoping he would say yes. And if he did agree, if Freddie said yes, Sam didn't know if she could restrain herself from throwing herself on him.
Meanwhile, Spencer was about to come through the door, juggling three large bags of groceries in his arms. He was about to slide his key into the lock when his cell phone rang. He held the phone to his ear as he was struggling to manage the grocery bags as well. "Spencer Shay," he said into the phone. He was shocked to hear he was getting a call from Yuckama General Hospital. He nearly dropped the bags when he heard a nurse on the phone say his Grandfather Shay had suffered a heart attack.
Freddie smiled at Sam. "Yes, really," he said answering her. "Yes, I will."
He would absolutely crazy not to want to go with her; he had liked her for awhile but never thought that she liked him back. He leaned forward to kiss her.
Sam closed her eyes as their lips brushed together. It wasn't much of a kiss and not even near as good as their first one, cause just as their lips met,
Spencer burst through the door, looking terribly upset. "What's wrong?" Sam asked worriedly, seeing the expression on Carly's older brother's face.
"Grandpa Shay is in the hospital," spoke Spencer as he haphazardly tossed the bags of groceries on the bar. He hadn't even noticed that his sister's best friend had been kissing his next door neighbor on his couch when he had unceremoniously barged into the apartment.
Carly entered the apartment, carrying several DVDs just as Spencer spoke the words, "They said he had a heart attack."
"Grandpa Shay? Ohhh myyy God," Carly gasped. "We gotta get there...
now."
Spencer hugged his little sister tight. Grandfather Shay needed them. They had to go to Yuckama, to be by his side. "Sam, Freddie, can you put these groceries away? You're both welcome to stay and make dinner... watch movies,
whatever you like," said Spencer as he hurriedly began getting a few things ready so he and Carly could make the trip to Yuckama.
"Uhhhh... sure," said Sam as she looked worriedly at Carly who was fighting back tears over the sad news of her grandfather's illness.
Sam went to Carly and hugged her tight. "Tell Grandpa Shay I'm thinking of him," said Sam a bit awkwardly. "And don't worry, Freddie and I will take care of everything here. Call us when you know how he is..."
"We've got everything, go on," Freddie said as he got up to put away the groceries.
He couldn't believe that Carly's grandfather was in the hospital; that was so terrible.
He hoped that everything would be alright.
Sam went into the kitchen to help Freddie put the groceries away. "So, do you still want to make Spaghetti tacos, or should I make something a bit simpler?... then you and I could go upstairs to the studio and watch some movies while we eat," Sam suggested. She knew that both she and Freddie needed to do something to keep their mind off Carly's grandfather. He was such a nice man and it really sucked that he was in the hospital right now. Since Freddie's mom thought Spencer was here supervising the teens, Mrs. Benson had no idea that her son was all alone with a teenage girl who had a massive crush on him in the apartment across the hall. As Sam put away the last of the groceries, wild ideas started spinning in her head. HER AND FREDDIE WERE ALL ALONE TONIGHT!
And she definitely wanted to take full advantage of this situation.
Freddie was unaware of Sam's rampant wild thoughts as they finished putting away the groceries. "Why don't we go for something a bit more simplier and movies sound like a good idea, too," he agreed. He was curious to see what Carly had actually picked up when she went to the store; hopefully it would be something good to watch.
"What are you going to fix?" he asked curiously," Anything I can help you with?"
"Well, you know how I love my meat," said Sam, giving him a great big smile.
And she certainly did. Sam was always munching on meat. Ham, bacon,
chicken... it didn't matter, as long as it was meat.
"How about a great big sandwich? That won't take too long to fix. I can prepare the sandwiches, grab some sodas, then we are all set," said Sam as she began getting a few things from the fridge to put together their supper. At first she was going to have Freddie help her, but then Carly and Gibby's "baby"
began crying.
"Why don't you go check on the babies? I'm okay," Sam said when she heard the robotic doll crying out for some attention. For some reason, Carly's "baby" seemed to be rather unsettled as though it realized it's "mother" had went away for the evening.
"I think Carly's kid takes after Gibby," Sam joked as she was putting some fresh deli meat on slices of bread.
Freddie had to laugh at that as he went to the doll and picked it up and calmed it down, settling it so that it stopped crying before laying it back down carefully.
He was looking forward to a really good movie and went to the stack of DVDs that Carly had brought in and started to look through them to see which ones she had picked out while Sam was making them the sandwiches.
"What kind of movie are you in the mood for?" he asked her.
Sam was glad when Freddie got that squalling doll finally calmed down. By now, she had both sandwiches prepared and ready to go. She grabbed two chilled Peppy Colas from the fridge so they were set. "How about a comedy or something scary," she said to Freddie. A comedy would be good cause it would lighten the mood and make them laugh. But there was also some appeal to something scary, so she could snuggle up in Freddie's arms and feel a little bit scared or vice versa. Either one would be fine, Sam decided.
"Let's go," Sam said as she had all the food ready and was eager to head upstairs to the studio.
Freddie grabbed the comedies and the horror movies from the pile and went with Sam, heading for the studio for dinner and movies.
Sam carried the food upstairs and joined Freddie in the studio. While he got the movie ready to play on the big screen, she settled herself into their bean bag chairs on the floor. She pushed them closer together, so she and Freddie could be right next to each other as they ate and enjoyed the movie. "Sit down..." she said to him with a grin. "I don't bite." She giggled softly,
taking his hand and nearly pulling him down into his bean bag chair.
Freddie laughed as he fell into the bean bag chair and they started the movie while they had their dinner.
The sandwiches were really good; he liked them.
They watched the comedy first as they munched on their meal of sandwiches and soda. After the first movie ended, Sam inched her self closer to Freddie,
until her blond head was resting against his broad shoulder. "Freddie," she said softly. "The movie just ended." She took the soda bottle from his hand,
placing it aside. "Do you wanna snuggle?" she asked him.
"Okay," Freddie said and put his arms around her as they snuggled together.
His arms wrapped around her; it was nice and he liked it.
Sam lay her head on Freddie's chest, hearing his heartbeat against her ear. Her long blond hair lay against his arm as she snuggled up to him. "This is nice," she whispered, as she felt him wrap his arms around her. No one had ever held her quite like this and Sam loved it. She lay that way in his embrace a few moments, thoughts spinning in her head. Her hormones were raging as she thought of that kiss they had shared on the fire escape. "Do you want to make out with me?" she heard herself blurting out to Freddie.
"Yes," Freddie said, as he leaned in, brushing his lips against Sam's slowly.
He liked kissing her; it was nice, and making out would be REAL nice.