iHeartLasVegas
A/N: I've wondered- how does Freddie know about Sam's undies?
"Least my underpants don't say 'I Heart Las Vegas' on the butt," I shoot at Sam, who was teasing me about me anti-bacterial underwear. Hey, it's precautionary!
"You went through my suitcase!" she says accusingly.
"No I didn't!" I say, which is true, because I didn't.
Honestly.
You don't believe me, do you? So, I have to tell you how I really knew that? Fine. You just have to PROMISE not to tell any one. Especially Sam.
SO here's how it went....
--FREDDIE INNER-MIND THEATER--
I was walking towards their room, and I had NO idea Sam hadn't changed, so I just opened the door a little.
There was Sam, putting on a tee-shirt, and her underwear said 'I Heart Las Vegas.' I swear I didn't mean to look! But, I just couldn't stop! Carly was next to her, slipping on a tight nightie, but my dang eyes just were glued to Sam! Her small waist, and her slim stomach, her long, lean legs, and her small and delicate hands- wait, GAH! Dangit Freddie, stop staring!
I closed the door, fast, and started to hyperventilate.
Fredward, I tell myself.
You did not just see Sam's underwear.
You didn't
And that's a fact.
A/N: Freddie's one nasty lil' pervie! Lol Reviews! iHYL will have an update in just a few days, Scouts honor