Okay so I have not gotten a chapter out in forever... BLAME MY JOB! It's taking over my life... okay so I went to Mega-Con, but that didn't count...Okay so I went to the strawberry festible to Dimi Livato, but that's doesn't count either. OKAY SO I WENT TO MIDNIGHT MADNESS AFTERWARDS AND HIT ON THIS HOT MIXED GUY, BUT BUT... okay so i've totally been blowing writing off because i've been reading fanfiction...

But... but... BUT I LOVE FANFICTION!

And I figured you guys loved it too, so I decided to update to rid you of the torture.

Sowy V_V... feel free to hate me, but you also have to enjoy this chapter ^_^ and with that I give you.

Chapter 5 - iGo Insane

"Freddie", she wined "don't make me..." He slammed his mouth over her own, tasting her words against his tongue and marveling at how incredibly perfect she was. He pulled back just a little, sliding his langua across the softness of her lips before blowing on the wet appendage. The cold made it that much better when he sucked the flesh into his mouth, using his teeth to gently nip at the swollen bliss that was Samantha Puckett.

The kiss was brutally short, yet it had enough impact to leave Sam speechless, her lips itching for another, even a peck, anything that would allow her to feel his again. She opened her eyes, fixing her vocal cords to let out a pout when she noticed the shit eating grin currently spread across Freddie's stupid ass face.

"Jolly Ranchers...", he said pulling her just close enough for his mouth to hover above her own "...Funny how someone so bitter can taste so sweet."

She replied to his comment with a punch to the dick.

Sitting in the dark recesses of her own room, Sam could only reflect in horror of the last five hours of her life. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

Freddie's lips.

That solitary, delicious yet very, very disturbing thought presented itself in her mind. She tried to pretend that it didn't really affect her, but just the thought alone left her body tingling all over.

Damn if the asshole prick wasn't the best kisser who ever cursed the face of the earth. His mouth did things to her. Bad things. Things that made her do stupid shit, like have her sitting on a hard ass bathroom sink, legs tightly wrapped around hips that belonged to a total goob while proceeding to let said goob dry hump her... and enjoy it.

Now all she could do was regret the awful day she even told Freddie something in the first place. Not only did he use it against her to torture her, albeit the good kind, but she also was forced into hiding it from Carly.

The same Carly she promised she would never ever again keep a secret from. How the hell was she supposed explain to her best friend that she had made out with Freddie?

Hell, she could barely even wrap her own brain around the situation.

How was he so damn good at it anyway? He was only a few months older than her, right? Not to mention, the only girls he dated seemed prudish enough. But there always was that tramp who wanted to steal him from iCarly.

Had Freddie already done it?

An overwhelming feeling crept into her chest. Something she had never truly felt before. It was a subtle ache, it's ebb slowly increasing with each shaky breath she took. She felt as if her lungs were caving in. Each vital organ slowly contracting, making it just that more difficult to breath.

Then there was her heart. Painfully, it thudded against her ribs, a retched throb, that left her clawing at the front of her white cotton shirt. What the hell? Why did the thought of Freddie screwing that bitch hurt so damn much?

Freddie wouldn't dare touch a girl in that way. The voice tried to sooth the strange feeling. Sam shrugged. What does that make me then?

Rolling over onto her stomach she pulled the covers over her messy blond locks. A fucking fling- Does he think I'm easy or something?

Of course not, Freddie isn't capable of being that big of an ass. She was right about that one. Freddie was a lot of fucking things. A douche, a prick, a weaner, a hell of a kisser, but he wasn't a jerk... and that was saying something.

Then why the hell is he so damn (she hated herself for even acknowledging that it in fact was) good?

I don't fucking know, do I look like I have all the answers... maybe he did fuck some bitch, but not her... anybody but her.

The only other reasonable person would be- For the briefest of moments, true fear unlike anything she had ever imagined crept into Sam's very core. She almost wanted to puke at the thought. That was until reality came smacking her right in the face and she ignored the ridiculous notion all together. Everybody and their grandpa knew that Carly Shay was way too much of a goody, goody for that. Then there was the whole fact that her best friend clearly had no romantic feelings for the geek in question.

If it bothers you that much, you should ask him. Sam scoffed at the idiotic idea. First of all, It doesn't bother me. Secondly, I wouldn't ask Freddie what time it is, let alone shit that has to do with his pathetic sex life. She smirked. That was more like it. Belittling Freddie always was the best way to go when nothing else made sense.

So what part of that "pathetic love life" do you fall in, considering you damn sure wasn't complaining when he had you on that counter, practically begging for him to screw you.

There were times when Sam could handle the truth. For example, she knew that she was in love with the one person she truly hated.

She also knew that that love could only end bitterly, which is why she scurried out of his apartment as soon as she got done punching his dick, regretting everything thing that had transpired in that fucking bathroom.

And of course she knew that she would definitely have to end whatever the hell they had started. For her sake and for humanities sake, she promised herself, that as soon as she got him alone, she was going to sever all ties that were none platonic with him. Sam could only hope that there budding friendship would remain unaffected or at least a fucked up half friend ship where they ignored the way they affected one enother.

But there was one thing Samantha Puckett, damn sure, was not ready to admit. She refused to consider that she was completely willing to become sex buddies with one Freddie Benson.

Hell no.

Shit wasn't happening.

Not even when pigs sprouted wings and Ryan Securest grew a pair.

She would never, ever in her life, let Freddie back between her legs. She couldn't think straight when he was there. Her body developed a mind of its own in those dangerous moments and it seemed to comply to his every freaking will.

"Fuck that", Sam spat out loud, rolling onto her back. "Tomorrow... I'm gonna end it."

Why?

She sighed heavily. Why the fuck would I stay with him?

Because you really want to. Another heavy breath fell from her lips "No, it's fucking weird."

Do you really think that? What about how he makes you feel? A pang shot directly through her heart.

I don't feel anything for him, okay?

You don't like the way he touches you? The ache slowly situated itself at another part of her anatomy. Though the ebb felt different, more of a dull throb that left her clenching her legs together in a failed attempt to sooth it.

...

Answer the question. Do you not like the way his hands feel against your body? Another breath slipped past her mouth. She liked his touch alright...a little too much.

The memory alone made her bite her lip in pure agony. His hot wet kisses still left her skin tingling, burning for his touch. The want made her think of his hands... those bloody hands that she had no idea could be so strong left trails of liquid fire seering in their wake.

The feeling became stronger. Made her fucking hot.

Don't you just wish he was here?

Damn

She wanted him there, alright. If only to make the pleasant pain go away.

I wonder how it would feel... if he touched me there. She pretended that her hand was his, leisurly, she pulled up her shirt.

He's such a fucking tease. Sam chuckled at the thought, something light, then breathless as she slipped her fingers underneath the cotton panties she wore.

He'd definitely start gentle, excepting the comment as true, she softly grazed her clit, moaning a little at the image in her mind's eye. She saw honey brown orbs, glinting with curiosity as he slowly rolled the bundle under the pad of his middle finger.

"You like that?" He asked, not cockily, but legitimately in wonder as he rubbed at the tender flesh. Her head lolled back and a throaty moan fell from her lips before she whispered… what do you think… in the dark silence of her room.

Freddie smirked, lifting his hand to his mouth and, excruciatingly slow, licking the digit. Then he lubricated her labia with his hand, smirking when she bucked against the quickened pace.

"Mmm shit", she hissed, sitting up into his extremities, her legs cocking wider to allow him better access.

"You want me to go faster?" He asked darkly, adding a finder to his lovely assault, watching in awe as she moaned a little louder at the action. Falling back onto the bed and arching into each pluck of his wicked touch, Sam bit her lip.

Gripping the other hand into her now knotted blond locks, she bit out a muffled curse when he slowed down, torturously tasting her against his tongue before he plunged back in. "Mmm, Freddie", She breathed, flipping over onto her stomach "Don't stop."

"I won't baby", He muttered against her ear "Not until you cum in my hands" Shifting up onto her knees, she rocked against his touch, her lips barely containing the quiet mules of pleasure.

She was so close.

"Freddie"

She could feel it, the dull ache winding up.

"Uh, mmh like that"

Tighter

"Ooh, oh, yes!"

Tighter

"Dammit"

Her body started to betray her, but she still managed to keep rubbing herself all the while, picturing that it was his fingers that were bringing her steadily to the brink. She brought her hand back to her mouth, dipping the limbs past her lips to wet them.

Then she slid the moist exstremities back between her slick walls, gyrating her body against her nimble digits. Lip biting, toe curling bliss etched her very core and she fell into her pillow before releasing all over herself.

She laid therefore a while, kicking off the panties that had somehow only ended up on one ankle. Was it strange that she wanted to call him and tell him what she had done to herself...that she wanted him to know that when she masturbated she thought of him?

You're fucking crazy, but not that damn crazy. She figured she'd settle for a simple "hi."

Picking up her cell she flipped open the screen, but paused when she saw the message she had seemed to miss, during her little... special time. It was from him. Weird considering that it was now like twelve o'clock and the message was quite recent (and she totally fucked herself and imagined him doing it).

I want to see you again

Her heart skipped a beat as she read the words. Was he fucking serious? Hell, with the way she was flip flopping these past few days, she guessed anything was possible.

y

She sent the message, and awkwardly laid there half naked as she waited for his reply. Luckily for her nerves, he answered rather quickly.

I want to kiss u... badly

If her heart hadn't failed with the first message, then it definitely did now. It wasn't what he was texting that was shoking her. No, it was more the fact of how desperate he sounded. It was almost as if, for that split second, she could almost believe that this was more than just a game for him. But she immediately refused to see it as a plausible outcome. Her heart just wouldn't allow it.

What if I dont want 2

The next message came too soon, almost as if he had her scripted.

I would tell you, but you do want to

Sam scoffed at his bold confidence.

fuk u Frankin-Freddie, i dnt want shit from u

I would let u

Her throat clenched at the first half of his text

but only if you begged for it.

Sadly enough, the last bit made her smile.

So let me see you

no

Y not?

She almost chuckled at that one, but managed to let out a bitter snarl instead.

face it, your a total goob. i cant be caught dead hanging out with you

So you just want to keep me your dirty little secret?

yeah, lets go with that :P

then let me come over

what if i say no again, huh

then i'll just have to convince u ;)

ur nasty

u likey?

She really did.

gross benson, not in a million yrz

I would come over... and make you

you cant MAKE me do SHIT

Just admit you want me there.

Damn...she really did

never, that would make me a hypocrite

no, it would make you honest

You dont get to decide that, you dont know shit about what i feel

then let me know... tell me.

She didn't know what to feel. Part of her was pissed off that he acted as if he had all the answers, the other part relieved that he seemed to know all the answers, which then ended in her being pissed off again because she seemed to have none of the damn proverbial answers!

you want to know how i feel? you want me to poor out my fucking heart or something?

She was expected some witty remark. Some fucking, snarky ass line that would solidify all the fucked up feelings she had for him, but when she looked down at the phone, his single answer staring up at her from the floresent screen made her heart drop. The simple, sweet Please that blared across her line a vision left her just as lossed as ever.

fine, you can come over in a week Ma will be gone

That long!

Yeah, thats the only time she wont be home

What for?

Her and her friend or going on a road trip

For how long?

Two weeks

Interesting...What time should i come?

surprise me... but after five... thats when she leaves

K

Frowning at the last message, Sam tossed her phone as far away from her as she could. Next week she was gonna do it, she would end this deal of theirs. She only wished she could have held out for a little longer.

Carly sat in English class completely stomped. Ever since that day at the lockers, she barely even saw Sam. When they did finally meet, thanks to iCarly, all her best friend seemed to do was pick on poor Freddy. It was even worse than usual which meant two of three things. 1) Sam had a crush still. 2) Sam was having problems at home. Either way, her best friend was hiding something and from her of all people. Carly chose then, that she would get to the bottom of it.

At first she was still leaning on number one, but after strong observation, it was obvious that Sam had zero feeling for John Doe. So, Carly would spy on option number two with a "surprise" stop at Sam's place. If anything was up, she'd be able to hear it all the way down the street and if not, then she could hang out with her. All in all it was a win, win.

"I will find out what you're hiding Sam, even if it kills me."

"Carly, you might not want to talk to yourself in public. It makes you look crazy." It was a sad day, when Gibby started making since.

A sad day indeed.

For the fifth time, Sam walked into health class distraught. It was the only period she shared with just Freddie and it became the spot where he would remind her of their up and coming... session.

"It's Friday", he muttered, far too close to her neck. His breath, brushed against the sensitive skin, leaving shivers tumbling down her spin, Sam shook her head in the negative, despite the fact that he thought this would be that type of meeting she knew that she was going to once and for all, end the madness that had started a week prior.

"Yeah, Ma went to Vegas with her friend Betty who scored free tickets to an Elvis impersonating contest." They both knew that already, but she really didn't know what to say. And so he answered the only way he saw fit.

"Okay... then I'm coming over". She tried not to frown. If she was truly honest with herself, then she'd admit that she loved every second of this deal. In the course of a week, despite the fact that he was supposed to be waiting until today Freddie had stolen more than just a peck on the lips and just like a coke addict her body complied undoubtedly.

But she also wasn't honest….or maybe too honest.

Which is why Sam never failed to remind herself that she would never be in his league.

Freddie was the type of guy to make something for himself. In five years, she could see him, valedictorian of his class with a Bachelors' in Engineering, yet still, hell bent on going back for more. To be better than their small town and actually make something of his self worth being proud of.

Worth bucket loads more than she, Samantha-No-Fucking-Good- Puckett, the loser, currently spending her third year in prison for shanking some harry dude for a piece of damn bacon.

"When?" She played along, knowing full well they had already planned this shit out.

"When I get there, it'll be like a surprise, remember?" She bit her lip.

"That's cool". He raised a defined brow at this.

"You're not chickening out... are you Puckett?" Ignoring the fact that she was very well planning on doing just that, she glared up at the arrogant dweeb. When the fuck did he get balls and where the hell was she when it happened?

"I'm not afraid of anything", Sam growled, sucking in a breath she prayed he didn't notice as he leaned over her desk.

"Need I remind you of the bathroom scene?" His voice reeked with an innocence that they both knew had malicious intent.

"Don't fuck with me Benson", she seethed, her teeth clenched so tight, his mouth ached. He covered the momentary lapse in fear with an arrogant smirk as he glared down at the fist, she threateningly had clenched in the fabric of his collar. Then his gaze shot up under hooded dark lashes, brown eyes dead locked on piercing blue that he couldn't, for the life of him, read.

"You're just dying to touch me, huh?" She scoffed bitterly, shoving him out of her vice grip before shooting him with a fierce glare.

"You're really asking for it", she warned, pointing a finger into the chest that was much more firmer then she had remembered.

"I'm not the computer guy you picked on back when we started iCarly..." he made sure to keep his composure, leaning further into her bobbed wired bubble. This very spot where he was close enough to feel the breath of her angry pants seemed to be the one place on earth where she became vulnerable. He always wondered how she did it.

Shoot flames of insults out of those pink soft lips, yet still managed to moan the most beautiful tune he had ever heard. How was it possible that somebody so unbelievably tough, be so damn soft. He only wished he could live in that place, where she let her guard down. He only wished to learn everything about her mind, body and soul. What made her so damn jaded or what made her cry. He wanted to know it all. "...so don't fuck with me, Puckett. Unless, you're willing to deal with the repercussions"

He noticed the shiver that captivated her body at his words and there very obviously double meaning. "I'll leave you broken", she chided and he wondered if she was talking to him or herself.

All he knew as that he was willing to do anything to convince her otherwise. "How so?" He asked. Answered with a smirk of her own, Sam decided to take her own stand. He may have gotten stronger than her over the years, but she'd never give him the upper hand.

"Now that's my little surprise." With that, the bell rung and she was gone.

So don't fuck with me, Puckett. Unless, you're willing to take the repercussions?

Who the hell did he think he was? She was mother-fucking Sam Puckett and he needed to learn some damn respect.

"This is how it starts." She growled evilly, frantically searching through her drawers for not just any outfit, but the outfit that would have the bastard eating his very words.

What the hell are you doing? She scoffed at her inner self (she knew what the hell was up) Sam was sick of being the one pining. After the past few days she was officially done with the mellow-fucking-dramatic sappy ass romance flick that had become her life.

Since when did she start letting losers like Freddie affect her? Why the hell was she allowing a glance from the nub, just one pointless glance, make her stomach drop?

"Fuck that, he should be feeling that shit". Scratching at the itchy material of her moms "good lacy bra", Sam glared at the mediocre clothes. "It all sucks!", She screeched, storming out of her room and towards the laundry basket of clean clothes she washed about a day ago.

This is not good. I thought we agreed that there would be no more of this- "Screw that... Mama's gonna seduce his ass."

What?

"I'm sick of his ass getting the better of me... he needs to see how it feels." How it feels to be teased.

So you're still breaking it off with him?

Of course I am.

But you want to get him hard first?

Exactly

That's cold... even for me.

I though we wanted to do this.

Oh we both want to do this, but why do you have to stop?

Because... Sam didn't have to finish the thought... she knew, but still wasn't ready to admit. Not to mention, the stupid question alone brought down her spunk.

That was until she looked at herself in the mirror. It was nothing special really. Just some loose pajama pants that hung low on her hips adding just that much more appeal to the small black tank top that clung perfectly to her "d" cup and showed just a little mid drift.

It's missing something; the voice spoke and with it came an idea. A devilish smirk fell upon her face. Freddie was going to flip.

Freddie knocked at the hunter green door his mind wondering on one thing.

Sam.

When she told him she'd have her own little surprise, he had been weary to say the least. Some things just didn't mix and the thought of whatever surprise Sam had in mind, surely meant pain for him.

That thought however went out the window when his eyes landed on two, hard tips that seem to bead out from the cotton material of her shirt.

Samantha Puckett had on no bra.

"You want me to flip out don't you?" She looked shocked.

"What do you mean?" Grabbing her slender waste, he walked in, closing the door behind him with a kick of his foot.

"Is this some kind of silent plea for me to deflower you?"

"First off, no….and don't call it something so lame." A sly smirk glided over his lips as he rested his arms on the small of her back, using the slightly awkward looking yet surprisingly confortable angle to fall beneath her line of vision. His brown eyes peered up at her with a boyishly cute glint.

"You like it though, don't you?" He inquired, curiously fingering the apex of her cotton clad breast. The touch almost caused her to lose her train of thought, but the momentary fault sent a rush of anger that reminded her of her interior goal.

"I hate it." She almost laughed as an adorable brow rose just above the other, but he's face soon was out of sight all together since she had planted one on his lips. Freddie sure as hell made this shit look easy, but to be honest, from the moment her lips met his, her mind blanked out.

Not because it was too good (though it was pretty damn good) but more just because she was fucking lossed. So she did what she did best.

Winged it.

Pushing him a little too forcefully into the door she smirked at his shocked face, just before she pushed her chest against his "Makes you sound like a little bitch" Forcing herself not to gasp, she let him pull her more snugly against his body just before he pressed his lips softly against hers.

"Take me to your bedroom", she knew it was innocent, but boy did he manage to make that sound so wrong. It made her want to suck his potty mouth right between her teeth, which she did, before nibbling down on the supple skin and marveling at the groan he elicited. His fingers gripped her hip, ruff enough to excite her yet with a gentleness that reminded of whom exactly he was.

Freddie: The boy who stole her heart.

"And what would you want me to call it?" He whispered against her lips, just before kissing her.

Once

Twice

"Fuck. Plain and simple." She pulled him closer to the back of the apartment where her room was. Wrapping her digits about the loups of his dark jeans, her mouth now planted into his neck.

"That has no feeling in it." Why the hell did he have to be so sweet about everything? He always had to ruin things, filling her empty heart with that false hope that she knew would never fucking happen. She pulled back, wincing at the dread in his eyes as the words she needed him to hear slipped from her mouth.

"Freddie, I don't believe in that kind of shit." She wished she could tell what the hell he was thinking. At the moment he just stood there, his eyes focused yet unfocused as they scrutinized her face. He looked as if he was searching. Searching her entire soul and looking for the hint that she was lying.

Did he know she was lying?

He leaned down, his head tilting ever so slightly before kissing her again; even softer, sweeter as if he wanted to prove something that she couldn't quite understand. "What about how you feel? That rush whenever you get close to someone", he slammed her body against her white door and she tried to ignore how her heart tightened in her chest "the ache you feel when they touch you?" His soft hands slid under her shirt, molding to her supple skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

"It's lust... and it all leads to fucking", she lied, letting him pull her into yet another searing kiss.

He sucked her full pouty lip into his mouth hard, waiting for it to swell before licking the abused flesh and dipping his tongue where they both knew it always belonged.

She tasted like mint and candy. He could tell that before he came, she had brushed her teeth and sucked on a couple of jolly ranchers to mask the taste. But he savored it, savored every minute of her as he roughly pulled her closer to him, vaguely wondering what else she'd be willing to suck on. Threading a hand in a mass of her curly blond locks he decided he'd test that theory.

Breaking the kiss, Freddie violently pulled at her hair, exposing her creaming taut neck and trailing his lips down across her throat in an array of butterfly kisses, listening to the way her body responded to his touch. Each breathless moan, each soft, barely audible whimper egged him on.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, wickedly cupping her soft breast in his free hand. He wasn't sure what he wanted her answer to be.

She always was so blocked. Always keeping him at an arm's length and yet here she was, clinging to him, and he couldn't stop himself from wanting her to never let go.

To depend on him.

In that moment, Freddie wanted nothing, but for her to trust him. He sucked down onher puls, completely oblivious to the fact that Sam- honest to God- wanted to say yes. She wanted Freddie Benson and was completely alone with him. Fixing her mouth to comply, she started to speak, but halted upon hearing that deadly sound.

All time froze when that fist wrapped on the door. "Sam, are you there?" Thank the heavens it was Carly and not a drunken version of her mom, nocking only because she lost her key.

"Hide in my mom's room", She whispered, mentally smiling as Freddie nodded just before taking off without a word.

"Sam. Hurry up."

"Yeah, I'm coming." Despite how pissed she was, she was really glad Carly showed up. Everybody and their mom knew that Sam wasn't ready for what was about to go down and since her and Freddie's relationship- if you could call it that- was geared on physical stimulation, things moved faster than expected.

Rules Sam, we need rules.

She chose not to listen to the voice that wickedly laughed in her mind. After all, she was supposed to A) turn him on... not the other way around. And now here she was, talking about fucking rules when she clearly was originally planning on ending the damned deal in the first place.

She knew good and well that shit wouldn't fly now. No, she was definitely in too deep... she'd just keep it physical. I could do this while still protected my heart, right? She decided that silence meant yes and with that she let out a much needed indifferent sigh.

Calmer, the blond opened the door. It was locked, but you could still open it fromthe inside. Good, for not having to flip the lock every time you go outside, bad cause it was way too easy to lock yourself out. Thus, she learned long ago to have a key at all times or to just spend the night at Carly's.

"What brings you here".

"Nothing, just wanted to spend time with mi amiga." Carly was a terrible liar, but Sam knew that digging for the truth would only lead to her own demise, so she chose not to question it.

"Okay, but it sucks over here. You could've just called and I would have came right over." Nope, I would have blocked that call and made the second biggest mistake of my life. The first being the foolish act of falling in love with Freddie-puss.

"What have you been doing?" Tongue wrestling and contemplating having sex with Freddie.

"I took a nap."

"Aw, I'm sorry, did I interrupt you?" Funny, how her best friend would use such choice words.

"Yeah, but I'll live."

"So what'cha wanna do?" I want'cha you to leave. She felt so horrible after thinking that. Carly was her best friend and not only was she huge secret from her, but this whole thing between her and Freddie was distancing the two.

"We could play on my mom's laptop?" Carly smiled at this.

"Kay, I'll get it and you can make us sandwiches." The leaner girl made her way down the hall.

"Where is it?"

"It's in her room". Sam paled when reality hit her. Freddie was in there!

"Wait Carly, I'll get it." Carly looked over her shoulder

"That's pointless; I'm already at the door."

"You know how my mom is, about people in her room." Carly nodded.

"Yeah, you're right... I'll make the sandwiches." The naive girl strutted off to the kitchen and Sam went to get the laptop. She opened the door only to find a lump in the middle of the bed.

Freddie coughed as if he were her mother, sick.

"Great hiding spot Fred-doofas, why not just tell Carly you're here?"

"Shut up, I can't think well under pressure!" She smirked.

"So then what do you call what you did out there?" His eyes seemed to darken even in the dimly lit room.

"Instinct", the way he said it, his baritone smothered with lust, it did (previously mentioned) things to her.

"You have to go."

"Why?" That captivating sound was gone, over taken by that cute adorable whiny thing he did when he couldn't have his way. "I just got here."

"So?" he glared at her, pointing down at the reason why it was so important he stayed. "Carly wants to... hang out". She tried to pretend that she didn't say that last part with such annoyance, Freddie must have completely missed her hint that she too was disappointed, for he never failed to break the droll stare.

"You can't be here, what if we get caught."

"That sounds like a personal problem to me", he lay back in the bed.

"I swear I'm gonna kill you", she whispered this threat before leaving the room where Carly was right in her face.

"Ahhh!". They both screamed, Carly dropping the sandwiches and Sam dropping what should have been the computer or maybe her dignity? Yeah, she'd stick with the latter since she had completely forgot the p.c and Carly had to have seen Freddie-Cockroach cooped up in her mother's bed.

Damn, she should have never had to think those words in her entire existence. "Sorry Sam", Carly picked up the food.

"Yeah," Sam said awkwardly. The way Carly was acting was almost as if she still remained oblivious. "What- uh...what did you see?" The brunettes' brows furrowed.

"Nothing", she spoke slowly "What- uh...what's in there that would make you ask?" Sam squinted. Damn mind games and the dick who thought of them.

"There's nothing in there to see, I just wanted to know if you saw something". Carly dropped the sandwiches again.

"Ah-ha, you are hiding something". Sam's heart literally stopped beating.

"What? NO!", Carly pushed Sam out of the way and bee lined for the door.

"Carly don't!", Sam screamed, tackling her best friend to the ground. The agile brunette still managed to slither her way from out of her arms. She ran to the door and slammed it open, ignoring Sam's desperate plea that seemed to echo down the hall. Sam could only watch in terror as the slender girl surveyed the room.

Oh Shit. Oh Shit. Oh Shit. Oh Shit.

She wasn't ready for Carly to know yet. Would she freak out? Or worse, would she act like that friend who was just too ecstatic about her and his being together? And she wasn't even remotely ready to admit being together (in any way shape of form) with….Freddie. No, what they shared was strictly physical.

Her dread only solidified as Carly eeped, face turning completely flush. She turned to Sam, horror etched on her pretty features. "Carly I-", before Sam could speak she ran out of the house, mumbling a sorry just before she ripped out of the door. Sam looked up and there it was.

Not Freddie, but her mom's dildo and hefty collection of porn spread across her bed. To top it all off, just at the head post, sat an extra-large bottle of lube.

"Freddy, you're a fucking genius"

Wow... it has been a while... honestly, my laptop crashed, then I had a job, a very demanding job, then of course there were the wild night or two of intence partying and sleepovers at my never's which included many Gleekends as well a Super-Supernatural Saturday/Sunday bashes... of course I had to catch up as well on the fanfics I love... that have bastard authurs like myself who take fudging forever to write and then I had, just had to watch my Japanese/Korean/Tiwanese drama's.

But, in the past three days, I realized that I hadn;t updated in for=fudging-ever and I emmediatly felt like a straight up dick... again, I sowy...

Please review as punishment...(okay, I'm DeMented so I dig that kind of thing ;) hehe)

and with that, I start writing more... and I promise, the next will come A LOT sooner... ps please tell me if i made any gramatical errors, I will try to fix them as soon a I can, just let me know.

Thank you all so much for sticking with me... I truly wouldn't write without you... you keep me going (even though I am super expired by this story and wont quit it) I try that much more to make you guy enjoy it, so fo just that... and review lol

Is it wierd that I kept writing stuff until i got and even number? Anywho, ignore that. Review... don't ever become a friend with benifits, because it's never as good ending as my story will or will not be, also don't be an ass to the customer services rep, it pisses us off and hurts a little :(oh and please and review!

Bye Bye

DeMented_Minx :)