"Please Freddie! " Carly begged, giving me her puppy-eyes. I groaned.

"Come on Carly! Why can't you pick Sam up from jail?" I sighed.

"Because, I have to go out with Spencer. Please!" She gave me her puppy-dog eyes, I had gotten over her, but you try saying no.

"Fine! I'll go bail the demon out of jail." I groaned, grabbing my brown coat,

"Thank you! You're the best friend ever!" The brown-headed squealed.

"Whatever." I yelled back, then got into a bus. There was a creepy old lady checking me out so I decided to just stop at the next stop, luckily, it was the one only a block away from the jail.

"Hello, how may I help you?" Said a Police officer at a desk.

"Um, I'm here to bail out Samantha Puckett." I said.

"Oh, that little girl." The way the guard said it put me on edge. We walked over to one cell thing, where the beautiful blond demon was, attempting to get out with a nail file. When she saw us, she quickly put it back into her pocket and smiled.

"Hey, Gordon," She said casually,"Frednub."

"It's Officer Gordon and I'd be nicer to the kid who's bailing you out." She smiled even bigger.

"Really, frednub?"

"If you stop calling me frednub, and tell me I'm the most handsome person on earth." I smirked, the officer smiled and Sam looked ready to punch me if there wasn't cylinder bars keeping us apart.

"Fine. Freddie is the most handsome person earth." She mumbled.

"Uh-uh, louder." I laughed and she silently growled.

"Fine. FREDDIE IS THE MOST HANDSOME PERSON ON THIS EARTH!" She yelled.

"Good girl. Now, I'm going to go bail you out." I walked away, paying the money her mom sent us. He let her go, and we walked out, together.

"Thank you Benson." She whispered.

"Did I just hear the great Sam say thank you?," I laughed," But you're welcome." I slipped my hand into her's, expecting her to pull away, but she didn't. Finally, we got to the groovy smoothie.

"Want anything?" I asked her.

"When don't I? And, a banana nana." I nodded, grabbing my wallet.

"Two banana nanas." I ordered, T-boo gave me them and I sat down.

"So." I said.

"So." She slurped the yellow-drink.

"How was prison?"

"Sucky." Sam groaned.

"Oh." I said, awkwardly.

"Yikes. I gotta go thanks." She said, and stood up. Before we knew what was happening, we leaned in, and our lips felt like puzzle pieces.

Maybe I should pick Sam up from prison more often.