MONDAY

(Sam's POV)

"Hey Fredweird, hand over the ketchup." I said impatiently. Jeez, this century please? My fries are getting cold. Fredward mumbled something about 'can't wait for Carly to get back'. Carls and Spencer had left for the week to go see their grandparents in Milwaukee, so I was stuck here at home in Seattle with Fredwina. They left Sunday morning for their flight, and it's been two days since then. Obviously, I wasn't the only one anxious for Carls to get back. Fredward handed me the ketchup and sipped his Berry Blast smoothie. After school, Fredwierd and I had been going to the Groovie Smoothie for the same reason; we were both avoiding our mom. "What did you say Fredward?" I asked menacingly. "Nothing." He said looking down at his smoothie. He's frightened. Good, he should be. I slurped the last of my Blueberry Blitz and got up. "Thanks for the smoothie Fredward, I'm going home." I said throwing my trash away.

(Freddie's POV)

What??? She's leaving??? "Uhh, wait Sam. I'll walk you home." I called to her at the door. She looked at me with a bewildered expression, but she shrugged. "Whatever." She said, turning around and walking down the sidewalk. It was starting to get dark and would be difficult to see very far ahead of me pretty soon, so I ran to catch up to her. She looked straight ahead and said nothing. A dangerous thought went thought my head. Don't ask, she'll break your arm. Don't ask, don't ask. "Why is that you never like to go home?" I asked cautiously. Stupid! She stopped and turned to me. "None of your business dork." She replied coldly as she punched me in the stomach. I doubled over and watched her walk away again. God that hurt! I steadily stood up and hurried to catch up to her. We walked on in silence until we got a few hundred feet from her building. I had always wondered what her house was like… "See ya Fredweird.' She called as she walked faster to get ahead of me, indicating I was supposed to say bye and leave. "Bye Sam, see ya tomorrow." I mumbled to her as she walked to her building door. I turned and started walking the other way, only to bump into a tall man with a black mask over his face. He pushed me to the ground and I hit my head on the light-post behind me. I groaned as the pain and shock went through my skull. This is gonna be bad. Please Sam, just go inside. Go inside, where you're safe…

(Sam's POV)

I had finally ditched the dork and had almost gotten to the door. "Ugghhhhh…" someone moaned behind me. I turned "Fredward?" I called to the darkness. I leaned out of the shelter of the light above my building door and saw Fredweird lying on the ground. Who was that guy standing over him? The tall guy kicked Fredward in the ribs and the kid coughed. The guy punched him in he face and kicked him again. "Hey what do you think you're doing? Leave him alone!" I yelled to the man, who had just leaned down and taken something out of Fredward's pocket. He heard me, startled, and ran down the street. Fredward just lay there, not moving. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no.

(Freddie's POV)

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. No Sam, go back inside. Go away. Don't come near. He can't hurt you, he just can't. But I looked up to see her leaning over me, her curly hair brushing my cheek. "Oh my god. Are you alright?" she said to me. But I couldn't answer I guess, cause all that came out of my mouth was "Gaaaa awaaahhh" She took my hand and pulled me up, slinging my arm over her left shoulder. I couldn't see much, I felt blood trickling down my face, and tasted it in my mouth. I slumped my head forward and trudged wherever Sam was leading me. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe…

(Sam's POV)

I opened the door to my building with one hand and shoved Fredward up on my shoulder with the other. The buzzer rang above my head and whispered at it to shut up. Stupid alarm. God, I really hope mom's still on her dumb 'vacation' in Vegas. I carefully trudged Fredward up the four flights of stairs (no elevator in my building) and fished my key out of my right pocket. Fredweird slipped a bit and I jerked him back up. I opened the door with my key, kicked it open, and walked Fredwina down the hallway. I kicked clothes out of my way as I walked into my room and pulled Fredward onto my bed. I walked into the bathroom, grabbed two washcloths, and held them under the faucet to wet them down. I squeezed the water out and walked to the kitchen with them. I opened the freezer and (thank god mom didn't use it all for her alcoholic drinks) and stuffed one of the washcloths, folded in half, with ice. I walked back to my room and shut the door.

(Freddie's POV)

Owwwwwwww. My head. My ribcage. My arms. My legs. Where am I? I opened my eyes and nearly had a heart attack. Sam??? I looked around, sitting up. "Lie down Fredweird." she scolded. She held a makeshift-ice pack to my head and wiped my face gently with another wet washcloth. I cringed at the sting from the bruises and scrapes on my face. She sighed. "Do I have to hold you down Fredward? Or are you gonna lie still?" she said impatiently. A little disoriented, I lay back down. I turned my head to what I was lying on and saw a purple bedspread. "Where am I?" I whispered. Sam actually smiled. "Well, you always wanted to see my house. You're in my room dork," she said quietly.

(Sam's POV)

Haha. The nerd's totally wigged out. "What happened?" he says, trying to sit up again. I push his head back down on my purple pillow and press the ice pack on his forehead. "As the Seattle city folk say 'You got whacked.'" I reply. Freddie groans and turns his head to my window, looking out at the city lights. I take the wet washcloth with my other hand and wipe the blood off his face gently, careful not to rub his raw wounds. He sighs. "What?" I ask. He turns to me and smiles. "Thanks Sam." he replies, wincing when I accidentally scrape his bruise on his forehead. He looks down at himself and my bed. "Ummm, Sam?" he says quietly. "What?" I answer. He gulps. "Uhh, that guy on the street didn't take my shirt did he?" he says warily. I actually laugh. "Hahaha, no Fredward. That was me. I had to put ice on those bruises on your chest otherwise they would've swelled and made it hard for you to breathe. He looks down at his bare chest and back to me. He touches his ribs and shrieks. "Owwwwwww!" I laugh. "Uhhh, yeah, that's why you needed the ice." I move his arm away from the icepack and re-adjust the washcloth on his face, wiping away blood on his mouth. He looks at me and says nothing.

(Freddie's POV)

A lot of thoughts fly through my mind, which does intensify the headache now throbbing in my head… Sam saved my life! Sam took my shirt off! Sam took me to her house! Sam took me to her room! Sam put me on her bed! I look at her and say nothing as these thoughts whirl through my head. She smiles at me and gently wipes blood from my lower lip. She takes an icepack from her bedside table (is that a framed picture of me, her and Carly on the table?) and puts it on my forehead slowly. I wince at the sudden throbbing my head suffers from the freezing ice. Then Sam does something I cannot believe. She leans down and kisses my forehead softly on the bruise. The pressure from her lips doesn't even hurt. I stare at her for a few moments. She just kissed me. Sam just kissed me. "You okay Freddork?" she says with an actually worried look on her beautiful face. I stare at her for a few moments. I raise my (I now realize my arm is bandaged too) hand to her face and brush my fingers on her cheek. She closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them and stares at me. "I'm much better." I say to her. I put my hand on her neck and stare at her. "Well…lean." I say to her. She smiles at the memory or our first kiss on the fire escape. She leans her head down to my level, her hair brushes my cheeks and I raise my other cut hand to cup under her chin. I hold her face gently and kiss her.