"Well look who's back," said T-Bo with a smirk as Sam walked back into the Groovy Smoothie. She nodded and shuffled her feet.
"I thought it was better to stay away," she admitted. "And that... that was wrong. I belong here. I thought if I stayed away I could get over it, but I just keep wanting it more and more!" T-Bo raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"I dunno if that's gonna do it, Sam," he replied. She nodded sadly and looked away.
"I know," she said. "I shouldn't have tried to ignore it. I just... if I ever lost this place, then it would just be too much. I don't know if I could deal with that. So I was trying to make it easier to let go. I thought if I pushed away, then I could deal with the pain of losing it, but..." She trailed off and looked back at T-Bo. He smiled and stepped aside to reveal Freddie leaning against the counter.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Puckett," he told her with a smile. Her face lit up.
"You would say that, nub," she laughed. He stood up straight and walked toward her.
"Is that a problem?"
"Of course not," she replied. "Your sophistication is part of your charm."
"I have charm now?" he asked in mock surprise as he reached her, slipping his arms around her waist. "That's a first."
"Oh, you're definately charming." Her arms snaked around his neck and she leaned into him.
"Hungry?" he whispered. She smiled.
"Of course." He pulled her toward him and in a moment their lips connected. She shut her eyes and their tongues met, dancing between their mouths. She could feel the heat of his body radiating off of him and warming her through, his arms now around her upper body and squeezing her tightly. She pulled back slightly as she felt herself becoming light-headed.
"Freddie, you're-" she gasped, finding herself short of breath. He ignored her and she felt him push her back against the wall.
"You're hurting me," she moaned desperately.
"You have no idea," he hissed.

Sam choked and rolled over blindly, clutching at her chest.
"Sam, are you ok?" She peered through the darkness at the shadowy figure leaning over her.
"Freddie?" she muttered. He nodded.
"Yeah, I was kinda... passing," he replied. "Are you ok?"
"I think so," she replied. She reached over and flicked on her lamp. She glanced at the boy sitting on the edge of her bed.
"So what are you doing here?" she asked. He shrugged.
"I couldn't sleep," he said. "And I thought if I could just see that you were ok, it might help, or..." He trailed off and looked away.
"And your mom let you out?" Sam wondered, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled.
"Not exactly," he replied. "You're not the only one that sneaks out at night, you know." Sam smiled.
"You're learning well," she laughed. He smiled back at her before a silence bubbled between them. They both glanced away awkwardly.
"Look, Sam, this isn't working," he said slowly. She nodded.
"I know, but I just-"
"Sam." Freddie leaned closer and Sam swallowed nervously.
"Freddie, I-"
"Don't talk." She shut her mouth and held her breath as Freddie drifted closer. Before she knew it his mouth was on hers and she let him push her back onto the bed, straddling her. She shut her eyes and their tongues met, dancing between their mouths. She could feel the heat of his body radiating off of him and warming her through. He pulled back slightly and looked down at her.
"So tell me, Puckett," he said slowly, slightly short of breath. "Was that just the food?" She relished the tickle of his breath on her face as she struggled to talk.
"It was never just the food," she panted eventually. Her eyes darted to her bedside table and he glanced over as well. A sheet of paper was propped up against the lamp.
"Is that..." he asked. She nodded.
"It's the best I could do," she replied. He smiled. It was roughly drawn, but recognisable as a picture of him and Sam, her head resting on his shoulder and both of them asleep.
"A jewel in a haystack?" he laughed. She hit him lightly on the arm.
"What's wrong with that?" she said, pouting. He laughed again and planted a quick kiss on her nose.
"I like it," he replied softly. He rolled off of her and lay down next to her, his eyes still on her.
"So what now?" she asked, rolling over to face him. "Are we like... what are we?" He shrugged.
"What do you feel we are?" he asked. She shrugged back at him and shuffled closer to him. He slipped his arm over her and held her to him.
"I- are we a couple?" she wondered. "I dunno if that would be right." He raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, we've been friends for so long, and that works..." she explained lamely. Freddie leant forward and touched his forehead to hers.
"We both know we're not just friends," he told her. "I love you, Sam." She let out a small giggle.
"I know," she replied, kissing him again. His eyes lit up and he rolled the two of them over, putting her on top as he returned her kiss.

"CARLY!" Spencer shouted up the stairs. "CARLY!"
"I'M IN THE SHOWER!" she shouted back at him. He rolled his eyes.
"SAM'S ON THE PHONE! WITH FREDDIE!" There was a pause and the sound of running water was cut off.
"WHAT?"
"SAM AND FREDDIE ARE ON THE PHONE!" A moment passed before Carly appeared in a towel, almost slipping on the stairs as she leapt down them to grab the phone from Spencer's hand.
"Yes?" she said into the phone. There was a pause.
"FINALLY!" she screamed, causing Spencer to jump back, his hands over his ears, and fall perfectly through the newly repaired coffee table. Carly glanced at him and rolled her eyes as he looked in horror at the broken table around him.
"I just got this thing fixed!" he wailed.
"Spencer, shh!" Carly hissed. He ran a hand through his hair and slowly stood up, before trudging up the stairs.
"I'll be in the shower," he muttered.