A/N: Hello! So, this story is dedicated to all my wonderful supporters. No matter how long or short of time you have supported me, I thank you all for giving me the time of day. So, this story will be five chapters long, and here's chapter one! I hope you like it!

Summary: Do I love you? Do I hate you? I can't make up my mind. So, let's free fall and see where we land.

Disclaimer: I only own the story line, nothing else.

Chapter 1: The Deal

Love is created from scratch. It's not pre-made. You can't just follow directions on the side of the box, and hope it turns out good. Loves a little more complex than that...

"Carly!" Freddie Benson called, entering apartment 8C, "You here?"

Then, he heard footsteps descending the stairs. Freddie knew who it was, so he continued talking, "Carly, can you come with-" Then, he saw it was not who he expected. It was Sam Puckett.

"Why are you here?" She said, obviously disappointed to see him. She proceeded to the couch and sat down.

"I could ask you the same question," He retorted and then, he sat down next to her, "Where's Carly?"

Sam then turned to face him, "Her Granddad fell down the stairs; they went to Yakima." Freddie's voice changed from urgency to concern.

"Is he okay?" She stood up and walked toward the kitchen. He got up and leaned his elbows against the island that held the Shay's computer. Sam got two diet root beers from the fridge and then closed it with her foot. As she walked back to the island, you could hear the taping of her footsteps that sounded from her platform shoes.

She looked at Freddie blankly, and then, continued, "He broke his leg, they're just watching over him for a couple of days," Freddie let out his breath, relieved his injuries weren't serious.

"So, why are you here?" He queried. She, to his surprise, and a bottle opener. She quickly popped the top of the two root beers and set one in front of Freddie, "Thanks."

"I was hungry," She said, simply, taking a sip of her beverage, "and because Carly texted me and said she wasn't sure if they locked the door."

"Did they?" Freddie was curious. He took a sip of his drink and then waited for the blonde to answer.

"Yup," She gave a slight, toothless grin. She set the bottle of root beer aside for a moment.

"How'd you pick the lock?" After he said that, she let her teeth show in her smile. He knew her so well. She pulled out a paper clip that had been taken out of its original shape. He nodded, as if he should've expected that.

"So, why are you here?" He sighed sadly.

"My aunt's getting married in three days," Sam gave a look that pressed for more information, "I'm the best man, but I don't have somebody to walk with and she needs another bridesmaid, so I was going to ask Carly if she could come."

Freddie was disappointed, and Sam could see that, but her response didn't express it, "Well, shucks for you."

He gave her a look of annoyance, "Later."

He took his drink and started to walk out the door. Then, realization struck him, he needed a girl for the wedding. He gave a sly grin and then, turned around setting the bottle right where it was before he picked it up. She gave him a look, the same one she'd given earlier, pressing for information.

"Can you come with me?"

"Sam, please, I don't have any other choice," Sam had now moved to the couch, with her drink in her left hand and Freddie was still by the island, "It's in Los Angeles and the plane ride's paid for. My mom can't go otherwise I wouldn't, but she's making me," Sam scrunched her nose at the thought of going with him, "I have to bring someone."

She thought for a moment. A whole day with people related to him and, more disturbingly, his mother. She wasn't sure she could handle that. Then, on the pro side, she could use this to blackmail him later. She smiled deceptively at the thought. Then, she looked at him, she did kind of feel bad for him. She took a deep breath.

"Fine," Freddie's expression changed, relaxing and appearing relieved, "but you owe me a favor."

Knowing that there was no other option, he agreed.

"Oh, and one more thing," She added. He nodded, "what's my dress look like?"

He smiled, "My aunt sent it over for whoever I was going to bring. She guessed the size, but I think you'll fit in it."

Freddie led Sam across the hall to his apartment and opened the door. She followed him inside as he searched for the dress. She waited in the living room and in a few moments he returned with the black bag that held the dress.

He handed it to her and she sat it on a couch that was in the room. Freddie stood beside her as she pulled the zipper of the bag down to open it and expose the dress. She started to examine it.

It was a sky blue dress that was fitting at the top, but went out into a ruffled skirt. There was a light layer of glitter that cover the top and a navy blue belt that went around the middle of the dress. She looked at his face and he smiled, hoping she wouldn't back out of going with him. It was pretty, but not really Sam's style.

"This," She finally broke the silence, "This is the dress?"

He tensed up, but nodded assuringly.

She sighed, "Better be one big favor," The corners of his mouth rose as he relaxed. She gently put the dress away, zipping the bag back up, "I'll go try it on," She headed to the direction of the bathroom. Freddie waited.

Just minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing the same clothes she was wearing only moments before.

"Does it fit?" He said, concerned by the fact she wasn't actually wearing the dress.

"Perfectly," she draped the bag over her right arm.

"You sure?" He pushed.

"Just trust me," he nodded, deciding to do just that, "so, when are we leaving?"

He was now standing across from her, "Tomorrow night," she nodded, "Seven o' clock."

With that being said, she replied, "See you then," and she and her dress left the apartment, leaving Freddie alone in his thoughts.

A few days with Sam? After all that has happened between them?

Good luck...

A/N: Next chapter will be posted tomorrow! Please review!