I just wanted to point out that these songs are wholly and completely mine. I wrote them and placed them on this site. I just wanted to tell you, in case you tried looking it up on iTunes 'cause it's not there. Maybe if one of my friends becomes a famous singer he'll/she'll sing one of these and I'll earn lots of moolah (money)!

Freddie sat at the bottom of the staircase in school, morosely looking at his sheet music. He had chickened out of playing his song to Sam; he was deathly afraid it would go wrong. He kept telling himself it would be okay, that she would love it, but he still had doubt in his brain as these encouraging thoughts pushed through. Sighing, he lifted himself up and walked into the nearest classroom. He needed desperately to be alone.

He had landed inside an empty music room; perfect. He saw a wooden guitar lying against the wall, waiting to be played. He looked outside the door; no one was watching or coming. He took the guitar in hand. Then he took a stand, placed the sheet music on it, and played.

The music calmed his heartbeat and nerves. He looked quickly out the door again: the hall near the room was still empty enough. He laid his brown eyes back on the paper and sang to nobody:

I wish this was just a game that we play.

Wish we could stop whenever we wanted.

But we can't do that, 'cause it's not a game.

I know we fight and it seems like I don't care

But truth be told I may be the only one. Only one.

They say love is a hug and a kiss, but I'd rather take a punch from your fist.

It don't make sense to me anymore.

But love makes no sense.

It makes you cry when you wanna laugh.

Makes you scream at the one who makes you smile.

Makes you sad, makes you mad, makes you glad, and even crazy.

Love makes no sense, but it makes enough to me.

They say love is a fickle thing.

You can't choose who to love, who to not.

But I'd pick you over any other girl.

I take all the hits and words you throw at me

'Cause I love every minute of it. Of it

They say love is a hug and a kiss, but I'd rather take a punch from your fist.

It don't make sense to me anymore.

But love makes no sense.

It makes you cry when you wanna laugh.

Makes you scream at the one who makes you smile.

Makes you sad, makes you mad, makes you glad, and even crazy.

Love makes no sense, but it makes enough to me.

I wanna hold you tight and kiss in the rain.

Then you'd punch me and smile like you do.

Sounds really odd, but it's what I want.

When I think of you can't do nothin' else

And I lay my head down to rest, but no rest comes to me. To me

They say love is a hug and a kiss, but I'd rather take a punch from your fist.

It don't make sense to me anymore.

But love makes no sense.

It makes you cry when you wanna laugh.

Makes you scream at the one who makes you smile.

Makes you sad, makes you mad, makes you glad, and even crazy.

Love makes no sense, but it makes enough to me.

He set the guitar down by the door. He heaved a great breath. He may not have played it for Sam, but he felt greatly relieved that he had played it. He looked up at the ceiling and said "I dedicate that to you, Sam."

Sam backed away from the music room, surprised beyond any type of surprise. That song…that beautiful song…was written for her by Freddie, whom she had written hers for. Her breathing increased as she repeated in her head Impossible. Impossible. No way, impossible.

She wanted to burst in there and tell him how she felt. In fact, her hand was gripping the doorknob so tightly her knuckles had turned positively white. But, instead of running at him to embrace him, she ran to her locker, which was located far away from the music room.

She stood, back against her locker, heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She remembered the words that had passed through his lips clearly and couldn't stop them from replaying in her brain over and over and over…

Before she knew it, she realized she was singing her song to him in the deserted hallway:

I lay my head down to rest, but no rest comes to me.

Place the blankets over me, but I ain't sleepin'.

Your image comes to mind as I beg for sleep.

Your eyes twinkle and you smile down at me.

And now I can't sleep, 'cause I'm thinkin' about you.

Can't sleep, 'cause your eyes are lookin' at me.

You hypnotize me, and now

I can't sleep, 'cause I'm thinkin' about you.

I drink a bunch of warm milk, but my eyes are still open.

Try countin' herds of sheep, but your voice keeps me awake.

You speak to me so sweetly as I close my eyes.

You sing to me and I listen from up high.

And now I can't sleep, 'cause I'm thinkin' about you.

Can't sleep, 'cause your eyes are lookin' at me.

You hypnotize me, and now

I can't sleep, 'cause I'm thinkin' about you.

Baby, why'd you have to go and make me this way?

I don't even know if you even love me.

Why can't I just say I love you?

I wish this was just a game that we play.

And now I can't sleep, 'cause I'm thinkin' about you.

Can't sleep, 'cause your eyes are lookin' at me.

You hypnotize me, and now

I can't sleep, 'cause I'm thinkin' about you.

"For you, Freddie." she said to the air. I feel like I'm in a musical, she thought disgustedly as she looked around the empty hall. She heard a gasp and whipped her head to stare…at Freddie.

Her face was red, she knew it. But she knew she'd face him eventually, and at least she had sung to him. In a way.

"Sam?" he said, plainly dumbstruck, "Does that mean…?"

"Yes, Fredlumps." she said, "I like you. I like you a lot." They stared at each other, unspeaking, for a long while. When other students started coming in from their free periods at the library and gym, the two moved closer to each so not to be detected.

"In your song…" Freddie said, "The last line of your last verse…it was the first line in my first verse."

"Oh…yeah…" Sam said, slightly embarrassed, "I was going to return your pen when I heard you singing. It went perfectly with my song and…I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Freddie said, "I don't want an apology, Sam. I'm glad you did it. I mean, I did the same thing with yours."

"Oh, right!" Sam said, "You did steal from me too, didn't you?"

"Sam, wording it like that really ruins the moment." Freddie said, grinning. Sam grinned too.

"So…" she said, "Want to hang out later?"

"Sure." Freddie said, "As what?" He was implying that he wanted to know how their situation affected their relationship

"I think you know." Sam said slyly. They moved close together and shared a kiss.

It was a beautiful kiss, almost as good as their first. When they pulled away, Freddie knew. And Sam knew. And every kid at Ridgeway knew, for they were staring. Freddie noticed and said, "Uh, Sam? People are starting to stare."

"Let 'em stare." Sam said, and she and Freddie went into another kiss.