* Okay, so this chapter is probably more Seddie than friendship, but hell if you wanna read it as friendship you go right ahead. This has nothing to do with anyone being sick anymore, but I HAD to write a chapter two, because people commented for more, so... READ AND REVIEW!

"Freddie. Freddie, wake up."

Freddie opened his eyes blearily and found Sam sitting beside him, looking down at him.

He sat up slowly but immediately saying, concern clear in his voice, "What's up? Are you okay?"

He looked into her eyes and instantly realized she wasn't. Her eyes and nose were red from crying and the remnants of her eyeliner streaked down her cheeks in thin lines of black.

"What's wrong?" He asked, the sleep quickly vanishing from his voice.

"Okay, don't laugh Benson, but I-I got... sad. And I didn't wanna be sad alone, so I woke you up."

Freddie stretched, rubbing his eyes and scooting a little closer to her on the couch. It was still dark and had to be only 6 AM or so.

"What're you sad about?"

Sam sniffed a little pitifully and said, wiping her eyes angrily, "Missy's trying to replace me and no one believes me. Not even my closest friend, who I'm sure I'm gonna lose to that horrible girl!"

"Are you sure what she's done to you aren't all accidents?" Freddie asked fairly.

"Of course I thought that at first-"

Freddie gave her the classic Freddie eyebrow cock, and she sighed rolling her eyes,

"Okay, I thought it was her fault from the beginning, but I know what she did. Even the stupidest of girls don't give their friends chocolate that's older than the Fresh Prince of Bel Air." She said, picking up the box off the ground and handing it to him.

"Well, she might not've known that, this isn't even in english!"

"What about my phone? She put the glass of Wahoo Punch right in front of where she held her hand to catch it!"

"She might not've noticed it there-"

"The Pinata factory! Who gives someone directions to a Pinata factory instead of a helicopter base? This factory was no where near where I was supposed to go!"

"She could've gone on Map Quest and made a typo-"

"See!" She said pointing at him, her eyes filled with tears, "My closest friend doesn't even believe me!"

He was taken aback and blushing slightly he asked, "I'm your closest friend?"

Sam shrugged, pushing her hair behind her ear avoiding eye contact ith him, "Well, yeah. Carly's my best friend but we're not really... I can't tell her everything. She doesn't..."

"Doesn't what?" Freddie asked somewhat eagerly.

"Now don't get too excited, Fredwad, but she doesn't understand me like... like you do."

Freddie's heart lifted so high he was sure it would pop out of his chest. He looked at Sam, waiting for her eyes to meet his own, and when they did he said softly,

"You're my closest friend too, Sam."

Her tear filled eyes sparkled as she turned away slightly with a smile, "Great chic-flick line, Fredward. Just how often have you been watching the Notebook this week?"

Freddie rolled his eyes and Sam noticed the dark circles beneath them.

"Sorry I woke you up." She added hastily.

He shrugged, but that turned into a jump when there was a loud clap of thunder. Sam glanced out the window and saw lightning flash across the Seattle sky.

"C'mon Fredward. Let's go upstairs, you know where the generator for the elevator is?"

Freddie smiled and standing up with a cocked eyebrow, holding out his arm he said, "Your arm, m'lady?"

She smirked and stood, allowing him to take her arm he led her upstairs and she replied, "Why thank you, Sir Nubs-a-lot."

Freddie smiled.

They reached the top floor, and as Sam crossed the room, climbing up onto the ledge in front of the closed window, she gestured for him to join her. Together they stared out the window as a storm raged before their eyes, Sam leaning against Freddie's chest, wondering if it could possibly get any better than this.

THE END! (Read and review!)