"It's been a while since we've actually gone on a date, huh?"

Freddie, feeling that was a completely normal remark, was responded to with a shoulder punch.

"Ow, Sam! What was that for?! I was trying to break the silence!"

"First of all, we agreed last summer to call them 'Friendly-ish Outings in Which we Might Make Out,' not 'dates'. Second of all, you know Junior year has been really busy, especially with finals coming up, so we haven't had time for such outings. Third, I didn't mind the silence."

Freddie stopped himself from making a rude remark and sipped his Tingleberry Blitz. Sam chewed at the edge of her straw, and the two sat in silence once again.

Freddie shifted his position, resting his cheek on his hand. "I guess there's just nothing much to talk about, huh?"

"I guess not," Sam replied, then raised her eyebrows. "Wanna go to the parking lot, Freddison?"

Freddie chuckled. "Come on, Princess Puckett," he said, taking her hand.

Freddie waved goodbye to T-Bo as they mozied over to the door, still drinking their smoothies.

Sam squeezed Freddie's hand. "I sure haven't done this in a while."

"Hah, yeah… "

"I remember when you first held my hand… I punched you in the face. You didn't speak to me for three days."

"Yeah, Sam, 'cause it hurt. Uh… But isn't technically the first time we held hands when we were walking through that dark alley in sixth grade and I thought you were Carly?"

Sam chuckled at the memory. "Oh, yeah… Bigger reaction, though. I stomped on your foot and you didn't talk to me for a week," she said, then added in a cutesy voice, "My, how you've matured."

"Well, I guess I should drive you home now." Freddie said, ignoring Sam's jab at him.

"That's it for our friendly-ish outing?" Sam said, resting her back against Freddie's car.

Freddie smirked at Sam's remark. He leaned forward and kissed her slowly.

A rush went down her spine and settled in the pit of her stomach. She had to stand up on her toes to be at the same height as Freddie. Her hands went up to his neck, her fingers locking together. Freddie brought her closer.

After ten seconds or so, Sam pulled away.

Freddie looked at her, puzzled.

"Your lips taste like tingleberry blitz," Sam chuckled.

"Ay, caramba, Puckett." Freddie rolled his eyes.

"You gotta stop doing the Spanish thing… You've done it for what, 2 years now?" Sam scoffed. She brought one hand down from Freddie's neck to poke his shoulder. "Although I do admit that accent with it is pretty hot…one of your least nuberiffic qualities."

Freddie chuckled. "And my most nuberiffic quality?"

"Eh, let's not get into that now." Sam smiled, opening the car door. Freddie let go of her and walked around to the driver's side.

"Ten seconds, huh, Sam? Well, it was longer than our first one."

Sam stuck out her tongue. "Well, at least you're a better kisser now."

"Aw, shut up," Freddie groaned, starting the ignition.

Sam smiled, pleased with her and Freddie's latest "date".