Freddie was walking, or should I say, climbing up to his room. He was calm about everything. Except the fact that he was bombarded by a couple of girls at the lobby, everything was fine. He asked for a big room at the top floor, with a great view. There was only one. It was quite expensive, but Freddie's mom coughed up some of the cash she was going to use for Freddie's tuition. Luckily, Freddie's dad said that he would pay the whole tuition and books.
He was about to unlock the door, when he found out it wasn't. How could it? Is there anybody else inside? No, there couldn't be. This was his room. How could anybody else have gotten it?
As he went inside, he saw the back of a girl with blonde hair. No… it couldn't be. Was it?
"S-Sam?" And Sam turned around
"Oh. Hey Freddie! Look at this neat room I got. Don't even know how I got it. What are you doing here?"
"This happens to be my room. There seems to be some sort of mix-up"
"Yeah. Probably. Let's go ask the woman in charge of the rooms"
As they did, the old woman felt silly and looked for rooms Sam could be in
"Oh dear. Pucket? I am very sorry but it seems that there are no more rooms. I guess you will have to sleep with Mr. Benson for a while, if that would be okay with him…"
"But I don't have an extra bed…"
"Oh, don't worry. I will send for another one. Now, tut-tut, darlings. Hurry up and unpack."
After unpacking, they went out to eat dinner.
"New York has some of the finest restaurants. Which burger joint do you want to eat in, M'lady?" Freddie said jokingly
"Oh, I would love to try those wonderful hotdogs they sell near the curb. I hear it's fantastic!"
They laughed and ate hotdogs under the New York night lights. It was wonderful.