AUTHOR'S NOTE: I felt I had to update SOMETHING! SO instead of updating, I wrote this:) What happens when a fight between Sam and Freddie leads to the most embarrassing moment of their teen lives? R&R Momo...

I walked into the Shay's appartment, not bothering to knock.

"Can I come in? Whoops: the door broke!" My voice echoed around the empty appartment as the oak door was burst off it's hinges. Shit. I bent down to pick it up, not really caring if my short denim skirt rode up. After all, I was alone. Right? Wrong.

"Sam!" An annoyingly familiar voice shouted from behind me.

"Yes, Fredward?" I said irritatedly.

"You broke the freaking door! How does one person break a solid oak door?" He yelled back, marvling at the wobbly piece of wood, propped up against the doorframe. I simply smirked. He looked up at me, shock disappearing from his face. He glared at me, a snarl escaping his lucious, thin lips. Wait! Did I just say ' lucious'? No, I don't think I did. Moving on.

"You know it was open, don't you?" He hissed. I gulped. I hate to admit it, but he was actually kind of scary. But I was the hunter, he was the prey, and therefore I couldn't show any sign of weakness in front of my little gazel.

"Sooo, where's Carls?" I said, totally avoiding the subject. Fredweid sighed, obviously urked by my attittude towards wooden objects.

"Spencer got arrested for setting fire to the giant bagel at Holey-O's. Carlys bailing him out, but they could be a while."

"Somehow," I started, stroking my invisible beard. "I'm not suprised."

"Ditto."

"Don't."

"Don't?"

"Yes, don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't try to be hard."

"How is that trying to be hard, Sam?"

"Hey, I'm not the one walking around saying 'ditto'!" I said in (what I thought was) a tough accent. He grunted and I smirked again. Something about this kid's pain brought me much pleasure.

I glided past the fuming Fredweenie with ease and slumed into the Shay's coach, grabbing the remote roughly and pressing the big red button with as much force as I knocked the door down with. Not suprisingly, Freddie gave in. How do I know? Simple, the Fredward Benson war check list:

1) He sighs.
2) He slumps his shouders and hangs his head.
3) He pouts.
4) He tries to act 'hard'.
5) He get's beaten down again.

Simple.

And right I was for he sighed, stumbled over, sunk into the coach next to me, frowned, and started to mumble insanly unholy things under his breath. I started to surf the channels until I found some wrestling match.

"What happened to the documentory I was watching?" He said, annoyed. Sigh, there goes number 4.

"I changed it."

"To?"

"I don't know, dipthong!"

"Then put my program back on!"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

And with that, another one of out stupid fights begun. But who would of thought it would end in such - embarrassment...