I am SO sorry for such a slow upload, I haven't had much inspiration for writing fanfictions and I haven't been in a very seddie mood, but here it is! I'll try and upload a lot faster! Did you guys hear about Jennette's show? It's now Jennette AND Ariana's show, called Sam & Cat (a working title, I think), and Noah Munck is getting his own show called Gibby! Ahh, so much excitment! Anyway, here you go and this idea was from Azuka Star :')

~Charlotte~

Day 54 of 100 Days of Seddie Challenge: Chocolate

I was running away from Freddie. Yes, me, Sam Puckett, was running away from nerdy little Fredward Benson. Why was I running away? Because I realised how much he wasn't nerdy and how much I...gulp...liked him.

Yup, I said it – well, thought it – I Samantha Puckett like Fredward Benson, and it is not one of my best thoughts. I didn't understand it myself, but every time he tries to talk to me or tries to get my attention, I run away. Like literally sprint as fast as I can away from wherever he's at. I hated it.

I didn't like the way he made me feel, he made me feel all girly and weak. That might not be such a bad thing about the girly thing seeing as I have been trying to be more of a girl lately, but I hated that he made me feel weak. It was all his fault 'cause he's always there with his cute little side smirk and his brown...chocolately...coloured...eyes...Okay, Puckett, gotta stop being such a girl.

So there I was, running down the corridor of the eight floor of Bushwell Plaza as Freddie tried to catch up with me. I'd been running away from him for a few days and it appeared that he'd gotten a bit tired of me doing it every time he tried to speak to me.

"Sam, stop running! I have to talk to you! Sam!" he shouted after me.

I picked up the pace before I shouted back, "Leave me alone!"

"No! Not until you speak to me!" I ran even faster. "Sam!"

"Go away Fredward! I don't want to talk to you! Can't you tell by the way I'm running away?!"

"Yes, but I can't tell why you don't want to talk to me! Come on Sam, I'm trying to understand!"

"Yeah, well, don't cause I don't want to talk about it!"

I reached my destination: Carly's apartment. As quickly as I could I pushed open Carly's door not checking if she was in or not and slammed it shut. There, that should give the nub a clear signal. I slid down so my back was against the door and tried to control my breathing. I could hear heavy footsteps coming to a halt outside of Carly's apartment door and then a voice that was trying to speak through their panting.

"Sam," Freddie panted, trying to control his wheezing. "Sam, please talk to me."

"No, go away!" I said through the door. I couldn't talk to him, not now. I wasn't ready; I hadn't made up my mind what I was going to do about him yet.

"You can't run away from me forever!" Freddie said, still trying to control his heavy breathing.

"I can try!"

I heard Freddie sigh through the door. "Please talk to me. I'll give you some chocolate!"

Did he say chocolate? "Chocolate?" I asked, now suddenly interested.

Carly had gotten rid of all of the chocolate in her house because she didn't want Spencer to keep eating it so it left me not being able to eat it at all.

"Yeah, I have two bars of it!" said Freddie, his breathing now under control.

"Chocolate," I said again, but more dreamily and less of a question.

"Just open the door and I will give you the chocolate." His voice was much nearer to the door.

"But that's if I talk to you, isn't it?" I sighed.

"Yep, that's my deal. You talk to me, I'll give you chocolate. If you don't talk to me you don't get the chocolate."

I missed chocolate so much. "Er..."

"Come on Sam, rich delicious chocolate..."

"Urgh fine but chocolate first!" I said standing up. I opened the door and Freddie was standing right outside it.

"Deal," he said. I went to take the chocolate from his hand but he pulled it back. I gave him an evil death glare but he shook his head. "I am only giving it to you if you promise that you will talk to me."

"Yeah, fine, I'll talk to you! Now give me the chocolate!" I said, yanking it from his hand. I looked up and he was smiling contently at me.

I wolfed down the first bar of chocolate and Freddie just waited. I hadn't been that close to him in at least a week.

"You done with that one?" he asked me.

I nodded and he gave me the other bar. I ate that slower than the first one but still quickly.

"Right," he said, opening his apartment door. "Enter."

I shook my head but did as he said and went into his apartment.

"My mom's not home so we can talk," he told me.

Great, I wasn't ready to talk to him yet.

To distract him I picked up a vase that was next to his couch and said, "Hey, when did you get this? It's really nice, did your insane mom pick it ou—"

"—Sam, don't try and distract me, it's not working, I know what you're like," he said interrupting me. He sat down.

I put the vase back and sighed. I sat down next to him and tried to think of some excuses. None of them worked.

"Tell me why you've been avoiding me," Freddie said softly as if I was a rare bird that might fly away if he spoke any louder. Why couldn't I be born with wings so I could fly away from him?

"Because I was scared that I would catch a disease from you," I told him.

He gave me a stern look. "Sam, be serious."

I sighed; there was no way I was going to get out of this alive so I might as well just come out with it.

"Because I realised that you're not as big of a nerd I thought you were," I said quietly. Well it was true what I told him.

"Well, that's great but I don't think you're telling me the whole truth," he said.

Dang it, the boy does know me.

"And because I..."

"Because you...?"

"Because I think I like you!"

"Rea – really?" I did not expect his reaction to be that.

I sighed for the millionth time. "Yes."

"Really?" he asked me again, sounding a little dazed.

"Dude, if you ask me that one more time I will not be able to contain my punch." My fist was clenching and unclenching.

"Sorry," he said quickly, "I just didn't think that was the reason. It didn't even come across my mind."

"Yeah well, it's the reason, so can I go now?"

"No, wait," he said pulling me back down as I tried to stand up.

"What?" I said angrily.

"That's really how you feel?"

"Yeah, as I've said for the millionth time so please let me go before I punch you," I said, starting to stand up again.

He pulled me back down.

"So you kept running away from me because you liked me?"

"Seriously dude, if you make me say yeah one more time you'll find yourself sleeping in the dumpster outside."

He laughed at me as he said, "You're so clueless," and kissed me.

I was definitely not expecting that.

For a minute I was completely stunned so I stayed as still as a statue under his lips, but when my brain finally realised what was happing I kissed him back with as much force as I could muster and enjoyed every minute of it.

We finally pulled away and I felt like I had just run away from him again because I was breathing so much.

"I'm guessing you like me too?" I said.

"You're not so clueless anymore now, are you Puckett?"

"I guess not," I said and he kissed me again.

Kissing him was so much better than chocolate.

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