Here's a new story I'm working on. It will pretty much be a side project I'm doing, just for fun and to get plot bunnies to leave me alone. It will definitely be updated more often then If You Were Me, because this is more for fun than anything.

I hope you guys enjoy! I have no idea how many chapters this will be, so I'll just keep writing until I'm done with it. This really has no plan it's just going to be coming straight from my imagination.

In this story: Sam and Freddie have never dated. This is before any of that happened!

Sorry if there are tons of mistakes, I didn't proof read this too well!

Here we go!

The Agreement: Chapter One

The homework sprawled out on the kitchen table in front of him occupied all of his attention. Equation after equation, he worked through the problems on the paper with much skill. It was sad to say that this is what Freddie took time to do on a Friday night. Instead of going to that party everyone was talking about, he was planted at the kitchen table in his apartment, working through an assignment that wasn't due until Tuesday. Of course Freddie had never been one to attend parties. In fact, if you asked him, finishing up some homework was a much better time spender then drinking and dancing with peers until early hours of the morning. That never got anyone in college, he had decided with himself years ago.

But something broke his concentration: a crash coming from his bedroom. If that was the only disturbance, Freddie usually would have ignored it entirely. But the following statement was what caught his attention. "Ow! What the hell!"

Freddie lifted his head from his work, and turned to look towards his bedroom door which was shut tight – just the way he liked it. Cautiously, he stood up and made his way over to his room and opened the door to look inside. He sighed at what he saw: Sam Puckett lying on his floor next to a broken lamp. "Sam? What in the world are you doing here?" he asked her, yet he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know the answer.

Sam quickly got to her feet and closed his bedroom window that led out to the fire escape – the entrance, he realized, that she had crawled through. "You're lamp is broken," she informed him, ignoring his question. "You should look into that."

Shaking his head, he looked down at the lamp in question. "Thanks for the tip," he told her sarcastically.

"Anytime," the blond said with a smirk as she plopped down onto his bed. "So what's going on, Nerd face? I didn't think you'd be home."

Instead of answering her, he posed a question of his own. "Do you often come here when I'm not home?"

"Oh yeah, you're house is the hottest place to hangout these days," she told him bitterly. "I'm being serious, why aren't you out? You do know you're a teenager, not a ninety year old man. Right?"

"Really?" he asked sarcastically. "I didn't know!" She smirked at him, and waited for him to continue. "And I was doing homework and stuff."

"Stuff," she clarified. "Like what?"

"I don't know, chores."

"Chores and homework? Try not to hurt yourself!" she told him with a smile.

He growled and crossed his arms. "Why are you here, Sam?" he asked again.

"Mark's party was a bust," she explained. "I planned to break in here, steal your food and take a nap."

Confusion struck him, but he nodded anyways. "Sounds like a good time."

She smirked and laid back on his bed. "I thought so."

Freddie smiled as he moved across the room and sat down on the foot of his bed. Sam slightly sat up, and turned to look at him. "Freddie, can I ask you something kind of, y'know, weird?"

He narrowed his eyes at her slightly. "Ask me whatever you want, but I'm not promising you an answer."

She nodded, but didn't say anything – clearly thinking over the pending question. After blinking a few times, she finally spoke. "Do you ever just get tired of being single?"

Still confused, Freddie looked at her like she was crazy. "What?" he asked quickly.

"You know, do you ever wish that you just like, I dunno," she paused for a second, making sure she wanted to continue talking. "Had someone to just hook-up with?"

This explanation didn't help Freddie at all, in fact if anything it just made his confusion grow. So he played along. "Uh, sure I guess."

Sam nodded and look passed him, "Yeah, me too." She looked down into her lap, where her hands were twisting absentmindedly. A sigh escaped her lips before she spoke again. "It just seems like Carly is always dating a new boy, and always has someone chasing after her. Meanwhile I'm always just alone."

He cleared his throat and asked her a question. "Why are you telling me this exactly?"

Her face became flushed, but the blush disappeared so fast that Freddie thought he had imagined it. "I figured you could help me out," she began, her normal attitude returning quickly. "Simply because you and I both know that no one's lining up to jump your bones."

"Insulting me is no way of getting my help," he told her.

She shrugged. "Well that's okay because, really, it's not your help I'm asking for. It's more of a deal."

"A deal," he repeated, causing her to nod. "Okay, what kind of deal?"

"The kind of deal," she began slowly as if he were stupid. Which he obviously wasn't. "That we can still be, you know, friends – or whatever we are – but just like hook-up and shit."

His eyes slightly widened at her request. Was Sam asking him to be friends-with-benefits? No, no way. "Sam I don't–"

"Kay," she interjected. "Don't even try to make up some kind of excuse. We both know you're going to agree no matter what."

Freddie shook his head. "And how do you know that?"

"First of all because I'll probably make you," she said with a grin.

"You know that's illegal, right? It's called rape."

"Second of all," she said, ignoring his legal offences, as she crawled across the bed until her face was inches away from his. "You know you want to."

She had a smirk on her face the whole time she said this, and the statement made him shiver. "Don't even," he said, causing her to laugh at him.

"What are you thinking?" she asked after a small silence had grown over them.

"Why you decided to ask me this of all people," he told her. "I mean, you know tones of other guys."

"True," she said with a smile. "But I figured we're pretty good friends and stuff. So you'd be able to handle it."

He nodded, though he didn't think that was a justified reason. Just as he was going to ask her to explain more, she spoke again on her own. "Plus I know you're not a jerk, or whatever. So you won't be a complete asshole about this."

That made him smile, because she trusted him. "Okay, fair enough."

"So, are you in or not? Because I'm sure I can find someone else who's willing."

"I don't know, Sam," he said quietly.

Sam shrugged. "Fine, have it your way." She scooted back away from him and began to get up to leave.

When she finally made her way over to the window and pried it open, he spoke again. "Sam, wait."

She turned on her heals and looked at him, still sitting on his bed. "Yes, dork?" she asked, waiting.

He blinked twice, and knew he was going to regret the words as soon as they left his mouth. "I'm in."

Sam smiled wide, and made her way back over to his bed and plopped down beside him. "I knew you would be," she told him with a grin.

He cleared his throat and looked straight at her. "So how does this work?" he asked, in a slightly lowered voice. "I mean, should we make like a plan or something? Because I don't–" The rest of his sentence was cut off by Sam quickly moving her lips over his, kissing him softly and messily. After she pulled away, Freddie was still dazed. "Just like that?" the confused boy asked.

The blond nodded her head, and smiled. "Well, yeah."

Freddie nodded slowly. "Kay, I think I can handle that."

"Good," Sam said with a smile, before capturing his lips once more.

Well that's it for this chapter! Please review and tell me if you think I should continue! Thanks!