Chapter Two: So Close

Sam rubbed her eyes as she woke the next morning on Carly sofa. The events of the following evening were a little hazy but her memory as clear enough for her to want to avoid Freddie. Sam sat up and reached for her phone, which sat on the coffee table, no messages to check so she glanced at the time. "11:15 am," She muttered

"Sam you awake?" Carly asked as she came downstairs.

"Yeah just woke up," She replied as Carly emerged from upstairs already dressed.

"Good Freddie's coming over," Carly said.

"Seriously?" Sam asked. Carly chuckled,

"So you do remember last night," She said.

"Why did you stop me? You know what I'm like when I drink too much," She said.

"Sam I didn't know where you were half the night, you spent most of it in the kitchen with Freddie doing god knows what,"

"I don't even know what I was doing half the night!" She exclaimed.

"Well then maybe you should learn to control yourself and not drink everything insight,"

"Yeah yeah whatever," Sam snapped standing up and stretching. The door to Carly's apartment and Freddie walked in,

"Hola Amigos," He said cheerfully as he closed the door behind him. He turned around and he and Sam caught each other's gaze. Having faked his drunken behaviour Freddie could remember every detail about the night before and this may just have been the most awkward moment he had ever experienced. "Sam," He said calmly.

"Fredweird," She replied.

"Is there any need?" He asked.

"Yes I think so,"

"Alright then," Freddie responded.

"Well look at you two all sober," Carly joked as she re entered. Sam and Freddie suddenly turned on her and shot her menacing glances. Carly backed away, "Whoa, was it something I said?" She asked.

"Can you not make jokes?" Freddie asked.

"You remember last night too, good for you. I'm gonna go see if Spencer's up you discuss your wild ride," Carly said a left the room leaving Sam and Freddie alone.

"So last night got pretty weird didn't it," Freddie said awkwardly.

"Yeah, do you remember anything you said?" She asked.

"Yeah... you?" Sam nodded. "We should probably talk about it," He added.

"Why? We were drunk we didn't know what we were saying," She said defensively.

"Yeah, but I meant what I said," Freddie said slowly.

"Oh," Sam said putting her hands in her pockets. She knew what she wanted to say in response to that, but she knew what the repercussions of saying it would be and she wasn't sure if she was prepared for them.

"Sam?"

"Alright stop probing me, I meant what I said too," She snapped.

"Right then there's something I need to do," Freddie said.

"I don't think you'll do it," She said.

"Why not?"

"I just don't think you will,"

"Do you want me to?" He asked.

"I can't answer that,"

"And why not?"

"Because Fredward one answer is a lie and the other makes me sound like a bitch so I'm not going to answer it," She said.

"Ok, I'll ask a different question. Do you want to me with me?" He asked.

"Oh I am not answering that," Sam snapped.

"I'm not ashamed to say, Samantha Puckett I want to be with you," Sam blushed; she turned away from Freddie in an attempt to hide it. Sam had just about plucked up the courage to respond when Carly came back into the room.

"Spencer's awake, now," She said walking in. "Sam are you blushing?" Carly asked noticing Sam's red cheeks Freddie smiled as Sam shook her head in denial.

"No, it's just hot in here," Sam snapped.

"Right, so you guys want some breakfast?" Carly asked.

"I never say no to food," Sam said.

"Nah I'm good, I ate at home," Freddie replied.

"Yeah nobody cares," Sam snapped. Freddie shook his head and followed the girls into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water while the Carly prepared breakfast and Sam stood watching her. Sam and Freddie would exchange awkward glances every time Carly couldn't see them; Sam needed to find a way to get Freddie alone so she could tell him how she felt before she chickened out the way she did a year ago. Of course it would have been a lot easier last year because Freddie had only just started dating Jennette where as now they had been together well over a year. His current relationship hadn't had that much of an effect on her this time round. With Freddie leaving for college in a couple of months she had taken a 'now or never' approach and she was going seize her chance to be with him while she could. She looked over at Freddie who was now texting someone, he didn't even need to guess whom it was.

"I gotta go meet Jennette," Freddie said after finally looking up from his phone. Sam's felt a knot in her stomach at the mention of Jennette's name. "Bye guys," He added before he opened the door and left the apartment.

"He and Jennette are so cute together," She said handing Sam a plate.

"Yeah, so cute," Sam said through her teeth.

"Sam you ok?" Carly asked. Sam closed her mouth tightly and just nodded in response. She and Carly ate their breakfast in silence, Sam was afraid that if she spoke she would blurt something out. One they had finished Carly took their plates to the sink and Sam stood up,

"I gotta go," She said as she headed to the door.

"Ok, I'll text you later," Carly said.

"Yeah yeah sure," Sam slammed the door behind her and pulled out her cell phone. She typed a message; I want to be with you too and sent it to Freddie. She sighed and slowly walked down the hallway to the main elevator, it made her feel tingly when she thought about what Freddie was about to do which made her feel horrible when she realised exactly what he was about to do. He was about to break a girls heart for her.

Freddie paced up and down his bedroom, Sam was going to flip out when she goes to school on Monday and finds out that he didn't break up with Jennette. That is a Sam face he's not looking forward to seeing. He was with Jennette when he received the text from Sam that said she wanted to be with him. It made him feel terrible considering what Jennette had just told him. He walked over to his bedside table and picked up his phone. He had one message from Jennette he opened it

I love you, thanks for today x

He placed the phone back on the table and fell face first onto his bed. He felt like the worst person in the world. He felt like he was stringing Jennette along and lying to Sam. School was going to be a nightmare on Monday.