1.) Sinking Ships: Author's POV

As Spencer stood outside of the Shay apartment, he could hear screaming and cheering on the other side of the door. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and hesitate to open the door, not wanting to see what was on the other side of the door. However he fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door anyway. As he walked in he could see that Sam and Freddie were both sitting at his table, looking intently at something, deep in thought. While Carly was in the kitchen making her "special lemonade".

"Hey kiddos." Spencer said walking into the kitchen of his own house. He set down his bag a groceries and walked over to the table to peak at what Sam and Freddie were up to this time. Spencer eyed what the two were doing. He saw two palettes sitting in front of them, little white and red pegs stabbed into random areas. It took him a while to realize that they were playing Battleship. A small smile crossed Spencer's face as he unpacked the rest of his grocery items.

"A-4" Sam said, eyeing Freddie. A sly smile crossed her face as she watched his emotionless face suddenly fall into a frown.

It was silent a moment before Freddie finally mumbled. "Hit." Sam smiled waiting for more. "You sunk my battleship." Sam jumped up and cheered.

"In your face Fredweird!" she said jumping up and down momentarily before finally sitting down.

"Calm down Sam, the game isn't over yet, I still have a ship left." Freddie tried to say boldly but doubt clearly crossed his face.

"Yeah but I still have two more ships left." Sam said from across the table and put on a cocky smile. Oh how Freddie hated that smile but at the same time loved it. However he has to win this game, they had a bet that he found himself wanting to win more then usual. It was a rather funny but weird bet for them. "There is no way you are winning that bet anyway." Sam said almost as if she knew he was thinking about it.

"You guys have a bet?" Spencer said once he put the yogurt in the fridge and closed it.

Neither answered as they concentrated on the game again, their minds clearly at work. So finally Carly looked up at her brother and answered with a smile. "Yeah they have a bet. If Sam wins, Freddie has to dress up like a hobo and sit by Groovy Smoothie and beg for money the whole day. However if Freddie wins, Sam has to kiss him." she added with a roll of her eyes.

"Kiss? That seems weird Freddie." Spencer said looking at the familiar teenage boy.

"Can't talk, I'm about to sink Sam's Destroyer." He said looking contently at his board. He let out a mumbled sigh before he finally made his move. "C-6"

"Agh!" Sam groaned. "Hit, you sunk my destroyer." she pouted, jutting her bottom lip out. Freddie smiled cockily at her. She rolled her eyes at him. "Your not going to win this Benson."

However when she looked down, Sam noticed that Freddie only needed to take one shot at her submarine and it would be sunk as well, and on the other hand she didn't even have a clue where his last ship was to be found. Sam stared at her board, wondering where in the hell his last ship could possibly be.

"E-10" she said taking a stab at it. Freddie looked down, a grin spreading across his face.

"Miss." he said. He smiled at her from across the table, she glared at him.

"Watch it Fredward," she threatened as usual. "or I'll break that smile." Even though that was the last thing she wanted to break. She loved his smile.

"No need to get all feisty." Freddie said. The way he said feisty made Sam's inside turn. So what if she secretly wanted herself to lose so she could kiss Freddie. But mama never looses and she can't let her wants come before her pride in winning.

She glanced up at Freddie waiting for him to take his turn, and by the look on his face, he knew exactly where to hit. She gulped, who knew a board game could get so intense. Only between her and Freddie would it get this competitive. She loved that idea though. He was the only interesting person to play games against. No offense to Carly but she sucked at all games and never seemed to care.

"B-7" she finally heard him say boldly. She looked down at her board. To her surprise it was a miss. He had hit the wrong side of her ship. She raised an eyebrow and started to think. She glanced up only to see his eager face. It was so adorable. On the other side, Spencer and Carly were both standing in the kitchen, watching the two intently. Then back at Freddie who was starting to look impatient.

Sam looked down again and a small smile pulled at her lips. Freddie stared at her. Come on just say something already, they suspense is killing me! he yelled to himself.

Sam moved her ship over one spot and pretended to frown and be crushed. "Hit, you sunk my last ship." Freddie jumped up from his chair, cheering

"I win!" he said doing a nerdy little dance. Sam sat back in her chair, watching him and crossed her arms over her chest. Oh god Sam, you just let Benson win. What the hell is wrong with you?! Sam said in her mind. Oh yeah, because you want to kiss him… stupid feelings.

Sam got up and walked up to Freddie as if to size him up. He leaned forward and smirked at her. She rolled her eyes carelessly as if her insides were turning and her heart wasn't pounding.

"I won Sam, we have a bet."

"I know, I know Benson, don't get all worked up" She said rudely. Freddie rolled his eyes this time.

"Fine, I'll be nice this time, you don't have to kiss m-" suddenly Sam grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward her. She planted her soft, smooth lips on his warm ones. His eyes were wide with shock and their kiss went deeper and he kissed her back. Yeah this was nice. 10 seconds felt like forever to Sam but it was one of the best 10 seconds of her life. There was no way she was letting him get out of bet she let him win. She let go of him and he opened his eyes slowly and stared at her. She grinned and licked her lips.

"Mama, never backs out of a bet." she said her eyes set on his deep brown eyes. Freddie had a foolish grin on his face as he walked past her and headed to the front door.

"I better…uh….go or something." he said a bit shaky.

Sam turned to Spencer and Carly who were staring at her wide eyed. "Too much for my eyes." Spencer said running to his room. Carly turned to Sam grinning, with a sly smile.

"What?" Sam asked.

"You let him win, didn't you." Carly walked over, that smile still plastered on her face.

"Maybe…maybe not." Sam said letting a smirk cross her lips. She could still taste him on her lips.