Chapter One: Me with You

One Year Later

Sam walked into the kitchen to escape the party that was now in full swing in the other room. Freddie was leaning against the kitchen sink with a plastic cup in his hand. "Fredward since when did you drink?" She asked in shock as she pulled a bottle from the fridge.

"I don't really, just trying it," He said taking a sip from the cup. Sam shook her head and opened her bottle on the counter.

"You sick of the party too?" Sam asked. Freddie shrugged his shoulders,

"I guess, just came out here to think,"

"What you thinking about? How to be less nerdy?" She said smiling.

"Funny," Freddie said with a grin. "Just thinking about Jennette,"

"Oh," Sam said, her she felt a lump in her throat and a knot in her stomach at the mere mention of Freddie's girlfriend. "What about her?" She asked against her better judgement.

"Well it's not so much about her, its more about what would have happened if you didn't reject me last year," He said.

"Hey it's not like you asked me out," Sam snapped defensively.

"You wouldn't let me," He said.

"Oh I'm sorry I thought you were a man, geese sometimes I wonder what Jennette sees in you," She said taking a sip of her drink.

"Oh I don't know maybe the same thing you saw in me,"

"Emphasis on the word saw," She whispered.

"What?"

"Oh nothing," She paused. "Couldn't help but notice you emphasised the past tense in that little statement there,"

"Why wouldn't I? It's not like you still have feelings for me," He said. Sam silently drank from the bottle not making eye contact with him. "Do you?" Freddie asked.

"Pfft, no," She snapped.

"Right," He said quietly.

"Whatever dork I'm gonna rejoin the party, it suddenly became more appealing to be mob by drunken seniors," Sam said walking away from Freddie and back into the living room. Freddie sighed and stepped into the garden. He had decided that tonight was the night, the night that he admitted to her that a year with his seemingly perfect girlfriend had not altered his feelings for Sam. In fact they had grown over the last year which made no sense but it was the way he felt, he was willing to be shot down by her again, he didn't care as long as she knew how she felt.

The party had begun to wind down, only a handful of people remained, Freddie had now rejoined the others in the living room. Feeling a little light headed he sat down in the corner on the sofa. Sam was sat on the other end also a little light headed. "Hey Sam, shouldn't we get going?" Freddie asked. Sam turned to Freddie and grunted,

"Yeah whatever," She turned away from him and looked towards the others, "CARLY!" She yelled. Carly appeared out of the crowd and seemed to be completely sober unlike Sam and Freddie.

"Yeah Sam, what's up?" She asked.

"Fredweird thinks we should go," Sam replied her words slurring slightly.

"Ok, let me just get my stuff," She said and disappeared again. Freddie and Sam leaned back on the sofa in silence until Carly returned. "Ok let's go," Carly said reappearing again. Freddie and Sam slowly pulled themselves off the sofa and followed Carly outside and onto the streets of Seattle.

Once outside Sam and Freddie began to feel different, all most if nothing was holding them back any more. They felt a new sense of freedom. "I can barely walk," Sam said as she struggled to walk in a straight line. Carly shook her head,

"You're drunk aren't you," She said.

"And you're pretty," Sam slurred.

"Urm thank you," She said awkwardly, Carly then turned to Freddie. "Freddie how you doing?"

"Wha?" Freddie asked a little dazed.

"Oh great," Carly muttered. "What's wrong with you two?" She exclaimed. Carly sighed and turned away from her two friends and walked slightly in front. At this point, Sam and Freddie were leaning on each other to steady themselves, Freddie place his arm around Sam's waist and Sam had put her arm on Freddie's shoulder. "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you two," Carly muttered.

"It is kinda funny," Sam said giggling as she and Freddie swayed due to their dual inability to walk straight.

"Oh guys," Carly moaned and walked further in front.

"You know Freddie I never realised how warm you are," She said leaning in to him.

"Oh thanks, you know you're pretty comfortable you know," Freddie said, Sam put up her hood to conceal her bright red cheeks. "Put your hood down Sam,"

"Why?" She asked.

"So I can see your pretty face," He said. Carly rolled her eyes,

"He'll regret that in the morning," She muttered.

"Sssh Fredward my face isn't pretty," Sam moaned.

"Yeah yeah it is. You are very pretty,"

"I thought my face was pretty,"

"Yeah that too," Freddie said.

"Will you two be quiet back there?" Carly ordered. Sam and Freddie turned to each other and tried to hold in their giggles.

"Sorry mom," Sam said giggled quietly in Freddie's ear.

"Go easy on her, Carly's a great friend," Freddie said. Carly shook her head, at this point she had decided to ignore her two friends. The three of them walked through the relatively empty streets of Seattle heading towards the Bushwell apartment complex. Freddie broke the silence as they entered the building, "Sam,"

"Huh, what?" She asked lifting her head from Freddie's shoulder.

"You're great, you know that. I love you," He said.

"Yeah I know, I love you two Fredward, you're not too bad of a friend yourself," When the three of them reached Carly and Freddie's apartments Carly finally turned to face them.

"So are you coming in Sam or are you gonna make out with Freddie?" Carly asked, Sam couldn't help but blush as she pulled Freddie into a hug.

"Ok I'm coming in," She said happily and walked into Carly's apartment.

"Night Freddie," Carly said and walked in after Sam. Freddie waved and walked into his own apartment.

Once he had closed his door, he stood up straight and brushed himself down; Mrs. Benson appeared out of her room. "Have you been drinking?" She asked. Freddie nodded,

"Mom lay off I'm 17,"

"I don't care I won't have you kissing girls in the hall when your drunk," She snapped.

"Mom I'm not drunk I was just attacking it, and I wasn't kissing anyone Sam was just giving me a hug goodnight," He said.

"I never liked that Sam," Mrs. Benson said.

"Mom you hate all my friends," He said and she walked away. Freddie took out his phone and saw he had a missed call and a new message from Jennette he opened the message.

Miss you x

He sighed, put his phone in his pocket and headed to his bedroom. It had been a long day.