The night had finally come. I sat on my sofa, playing with the butaneer I had bought for Fredward. I grazed the petals of the flower with only one thing on my mind. I'm going to prom with Freddie Benson.

But before you get any ideas of how this happened, let me explain. Carly, Frednerd and I were sitting in Carly's room, talking about prom. Carly was going with our friend Brad, which is kinda awkward because of what happened at the lock in last year. I actually can't believe that they thought I loved him when I was really in love with...

Well, anyway, the story. The doorbell rang. "I'll get it." said Carly reluctantly. She got up to answer it, and the nub and I were left alone.
"Yeah, I never thought much of prom. It's all for losers who try too hard."
"Well, that's a shame." said Freddie as he slouched in his chair.
"Since when do you care what I think?"
"Since I wanted to ask you to prom."

Just then, my heart stopped. I tried to keep my sanity, but then I felt my face get red. Crap.

"Why would I ever go to prom with YOU?" I said. God, I hope he doesn't pick up on this.
"Because I'm the vice president of the prom committee and I can convince them to serve bacon." he smirked. You really suck, Benson.
"Alright. I guess I'll go then. BUT-I better taste bacon, and If there's not be prepared to spend your prom night in the hospital."
"Okay, okay, I'll propose the idea" he laughed. I'm really not kidding.

Just then, the door opened.
"Sam? Freddie?" It looked like a pizza box monster was walking through the door.
"What did you order, Sam?!" exclaimed Carly. Freddie went over go help her.
"Just 6 boxes of ham, bacon, and anchovies..."
Carly and Freddie finally got to their shared one box of cheese, and I got to my boxes.
"So, what have you two been talking about?"