A/N: So I'm starting this in order to, well, practice writing. Because practice makes perfect. I think. I hope. …Anyway. I'm going to write a short fic every week, using prompts such as a word, or a song. If you want, you could review with a prompt for me to work on for next week :3
And this weeks prompt is the word interest. And yeah. Oh, and Sam and Freddie are already dating in this one.
(Interest)
"Who, Fredwina, what up with the pants?"
Freddie rolled his eyes good naturedly. After being insulted by Carly with his previous choice of jeans (they were men's jeans, thankyouverymuch!), he'd immediately bought a new pair. Unfortunately, it seemed as though these would be disapproved as well.
"What? You like?"
He waggled his eyebrows, and Sam Puckett stifled back a laugh. With a determined look in her eyes, she tugged at his shirt collar and brought him closer. He stumbled, flustered by her sudden close proximity and the dangerous glint in her eyes. "What Mama wants, Mama gets."
She gave the pants another once over. With a disgusted sigh, she tugged Freddie's face closer. "And this mama definitely wants those pants gone."
Freddie's skin noticeably tinged at the implications of her sentence, but, as Sam released him, he began to gather back his thoughts and retorted back "And why the sudden interest in my pants?"
"Well," she offered as a response, surprising Freddie as she looped her arms around his neck from behind him. Placing a soft kiss on his earlobe, she smirked at Freddie's faint blush. "I don't want to be known as the girl with the dorky-wearing-pants boyfriend, you know."
Freddie suddenly grinned. He broke free from her arms, and spun around to face her. "So I've been upgraded from 'boy toy' to boyfriend now?"
She glared. "Don't think too much into it, Benson."
His grin grew wider. "I'm your boooyyyfriieenddd."
"Benson—"
"Which means you're my giirrrllfrrriee—."
"BENSON—"
"I'm your booyyyy—"
Sam, whose irritation had gone way past what she was capable of holding in, shut him up with a bruising kiss. When she released him a few moments later, she groaned as she spotted the wide grin that seemed to be permanently etched onto his face now.
"Oh, and Sam?"
"…What?"
"These aren't dorky pants."
Ah, well. That was pretty much crap ;P