Superbad & iCarly: No ownage.
Humiliated
"You know, Freddie, the one with those little gold flecks in it? I know it's really girly, but I love that one," Sam had said. I 'd nodded. I had to impress her. All Jonah was talking about was getting laid, and I had seemeingly developed a crush on Sam over high school. Carly was throwing a party over the weekend while Spencer was gone, and she was trusting Jonah and me with getting the alcohol. Sam wanted the vodka with the gold in it.
So I was ecstatic when I found it, carefully carrying it with me onto the bus. Jonah grabbed cases of beer and rushed out of there, unsure if the cashier would determine, at the last minute, that our fake IDs really were fake.
Then, just when I was finally feeling like a person with a future of "getting some," the bottle fell. I felt it falling from my hands, and I tried--in vain--to catch it, but it shattered. "NO!" I screamed. I was humiliated. Now what was I going to do? Sam was counting on me to bring her that bottle, and now, what, was I supposed to say, "Hey, sorry Sam, I dropped your booze on the bus. Want to make out?"
The bus stopped in front of a grocery store. My face lit up, and I ran off the bus. I knew something better than alcohol. "Freddie, what the hell are you doing, man?" Jonah yelled.
"Getting bacon for Sam!" I yelled back over my shoulder.