"Freddie, I think that paper bag's your color," Sam remarked as Carly walked over to talk to Spencer. "Goes with your eyes."
Freddie rolled his eyes- at least, Sam figured he would. She couldn't really see his eyes due to the paper bag over his head. "Chill, Puckett, I'm doing you a favor."
Sam cocked an eyebrow- at least, Freddie figured she would. He couldn't really see her face due to the paper bag over his head. "Please, Benson, enlighten me."
"It seems you need to get your first dinner date out of the way, too," Freddie said slowly and deliberately, taking a small step forward.
Sam just got deathly quiet, and Freddie could sense her anger through the thin layer of paper separating him from death itself. "You take that back, Fredweird, right now." Sam took a step towards him, nearly nose-to-paper-bag with Freddie.
"Make-" Freddie began, but Sam had already flipped him on the ground.
A/N- Short drabble inspired by the events in iMake Sam Girlier, referencing the events of iKiss. Just a bit of silliness sparked by insomnia... sorry if it doesn't make sense to anyone else...