Disclaimer- Do not own. Simple as that.
A/N: This is kind of on the short side, but I think you guys will be happy with how it ended. :)
Are you ready for the Seddie? (that rhymed, in case you were wondering)
Then read on, my little Seddie warrior.

**This happens directly after the prologue**

Freddie slipped into his apartment quietly. He listened for a second, and when he heard the soft sound of his mom sleeping, he sighed with relief. He was safe.

He tiptoed through the living room to his bedroom. He suddenly got a weird tug in the back of his head. He shook his head; dismissing the thought. That blonde headed demon better be at her own damn house. Plus, they had school in two days. So she better be at her house, catching up on sleep. She had woken him up at strange hours the entire summer, sometimes for no good reason. Once, it was because there was a Harry Potter Movie Marathon happening on some channel. Another time, it wasn't exactly on purpose, but she was stealing some of his music and downloading it onto her Pear Pod. Point is, she's shown up in his room randomly all summer long.

He cautiously opened his bedroom door and stuck his head inside, checking for Sam. He quickly glanced around the room. When he was sure that the coast was clear, he slipped into his room. He was already wearing his pajamas: a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. He set his purple spiral down on the desk by the bathroom, right next to his Pear Dock. He got into bed, and fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow.

The next time he woke up, it was still pitch-dark in his room, confirming that it was still a wee hour of the morning. He wasn't quite sure what had woken him up, since his room was completely silent. He sat up, and got the familiar tug in the back of his head again. He frowned and glanced around. Where was she? He walked around his room until he stopped at his closed bathroom door.

"What are you doing in my bathroom?" he called, leaning against the door.

Sam let out an expletive before asking, "How'd you know I was in here?"

He rolled his eyes. "Sixth sense. Get out here." He walked a bit away so she wouldn't hit him with the door.

She flung open the door, appearing at the doorway. Her blonde curls were down and framing her face like usual. She was wearing a red shirt that had white stars on it and a pair of black cotton shorts. She had a nervous kind of look on her face, and played with something she was holding. In her hand, she held his purple spiral.

The second he saw the spiral, his stomach dropped seven floors.

She knew.

It was quiet between the two bickering sidekicks as he stared anxiously at her, and her big blue eyes looked back. He could almost feel the tension crackling like lightning. She had read it. She knew everything.

Finally, she walked in to the bedroom and sat down on his bed. "Did you mean that?"

He chuckled awkwardly and ran his fingers through his hair. "Every single damn word."

Sam looked down at the spiral that she was still holding. "I guess this is the part where I tell you that I've been feeling the same since…forever," she finished lamely. She held out the spiral to him. "This is yours. It was…wrong to take it."

Freddie glanced at the spiral she was trying to hand to him. He made a rash decision. He reached out, as if to take the spiral, but instead took Sam by the wrist. And before she could say anything, he reeled her into his chest and captured her lips with his.

It was nothing like their first kiss. That had been innocent, chaste, and slightly awkward. This kiss was the result of hidden love and many years of built up tension. As he was kissing her, he couldn't help but compare. Sam may've been the more violent counterpart of the Puckett twins, but her kiss was nothing like Melanie's. Melanie was forthright and aggressive. Sam waited for Freddie to make the first move and was anything but violent as her lips moved gently against hers.

Her lips were soft and warm against his, and her arms were twined around his neck. Her fingers gently played with the hair at the nape of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her thin waist. He traced the bottom of her lip with his tongue, asking for entrance. She granted it, and as he deepened the kiss, he could see the fireworks going on behind his eyelids. He knew he was finally kissing the right girl.

They finally pulled apart, and both struggled to catch their breath.

Breathing heavily, Sam asked plaintively, "So should we go out our something?"

Freddie looked down at her and grinned goofily. "Yeah."

And they resumed kissing.

Carly POV

When Carly walked into her apartment that day, home from Yakima, lugging her suitcase behind her, her apartment was eerily silent. She continued up the stairs, trying to figure out why it was so weird. Nothing had changed, so why did she feel so weird?

After leaving her suitcase in her room, she walked around the house while Spencer made spaghetti tacos for dinner in the kitchen.

Finally, she sat down at the counter and stared at Spencer with her head in her hand.

"Why does our apartment feel weird?"

"Maybe because Sam and Freddie aren't here?" he answered, filling a taco shell with a lump of spaghetti.

"That's it!" she yelled. Spencer was right; their apartment was eerily silent because Sam wasn't raiding their fridge and Freddie wasn't tinkering with things upstairs. She hopped off the barstool and ran for the door.

Like Carly, Freddie kept his apartment door unlocked, except for when he was hiding from Sam. But there was no use in locking the door, because a locked door could never contain Sam Puckett.

Carly opened Freddie's apartment door and walked into the Benson's living room. "Hey Fre-" she stopped short when she saw what was going on in front of her. Sam and Freddie were on Freddie's couch, watching TV. This would've been normal except for the fact that Sam was leaned up against Freddie's chest, and their hands were intertwined.

"What the hell?" she shouted, making the two jump apart, since they hadn't seen her walk in.

"Uh…" Freddie trailed off, probably trying to figure out a good reason for the compromising position that she had just found them in.

Sam fixed him with a look, and he sighed. He looked up at Carly with apologetic brown eyes. "We have something to tell you."

THE END

A/N: You have no idea how much fun it was to write this.

Thanks for the continuing support (your reviews were awesome), and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! :)