Woo Hoo! I'm back in the 21stCentury! Felt like I was back on the Prairie with Half-Pint and Nelly for a while, there. So…Ma Nature must be PMSing this week, cause a freak storm hit on Wednesday and lightning struck a transformer near our house. Anyway, Poof! No electricity for almost 3 days. Truly Suckish! I guess I should be careful about comments like "...unless I get hit by a bus." Whoops, glad it wasn't that. Anyway, finally I get to update! Hooray!

First off (or is this second?), I wanted to say Congrats to CupcakeSlam23 and Absolutely M on their graduations! I know I'm forgetting someone, for which I feel ashamed. Anyway, if there's anyone else out there…Woo Hoo for You!!!!

Now on to Story Stuff: Lots of great ideas (you guys are good). I used a few which I will credit at the end. There will be some new interactive questions there too. Sorry. I'm rushing cause this chapter was a lot longer than I intended. Is there anything else…just the disclaimer, I think.

Disclaimer (Check it Barney! I'm dropping a surf limerick on you Hodads):

There's a boss show on Nick called iCarly, that's all sorts of Rad, Shweet, and Gnarly! Don't mean to be rude, but get over it Dude! It's made by some Swami named Schneidy. (Heh, Schneider didn't rhyme.)


Freddie had only managed to carry Sam to the end of the hallway, before he had to stop and readjust. "Sam, hold on to my shoulders, instead of my shirt. You keep sliding down."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on lightly to her wrists. "You know, maybe if you'd grow a butt Benson, there wouldn't be a problem."

"I'm sure nobody has ever had to say that to you, have they, Puckett" he snapped back.

Sam quickly tightened her grip around Freddie's neck, then bit down on his ear.

"Ahhh, Sam! Let go! That Hurts!" Freddie stumbled a bit as he tried to pull at her hair to get her to release his ear.

"Apowochis Redwud!" She managed to mumble around the flesh she was holding in her teeth!

"Ahhh!" He was still trying to get her away. "No! You apologize first about the butt crack!"

She tugged harder on his ear, "Wud hu thay?"

"Ow, Ow, Ow," he hissed. "I mean what you said about me growing a…" She yanked again. "Ahh, Alright! I'm sorry about your commenting on the size of your butt!"

She finally spit his ear from her mouth. "I happen to like the size of my butt, Benson!"

"Yes, Sam," he said flatly, "you have quite the nice Badonkadonk, now can you loosen your grip?"

"Whatever," she said angrily. "Just take me to class, Pony Boy!"

"Fine, where is it?"

"Second Floor."

Freddie grunted his way to the second floor. Sam led him all the way down the corridors to the last classroom and they stood in front of room 224. "Wait, its still 5th period? This isn't the right room," she giggled absent-mindedly. "Take me back downstairs, Frederella!"

Freddie hoisted her up again, headed back through the corridor and down the stairs.

"To the drinking fountain, my trusty steed!" she pointed triumphantly. Freddie smiled a bit, a drink might be good about now. He stood in front of the fountain waiting for her to get down and take a drink…but she wasn't moving. "Well lean," she finally commanded.

Freddie gave a little laugh. "Where have I heard that before?"

"I don't know, I'm sure," she said with a menacing tone. "But right now I need to put some cold fluid down my gullet. Now bend over so I can get a drink!"

Freddie bent over the fountain, but it knocked Sam off balance, and they both fell over.

"Sam, why don't you just get a drink and then get back on?" he said massaging his now bruised shoulder.

"Because that's not the way it works, Fredward," she dusted herself off and gave him a hand up. "Now let's try this again."

She climbed back on and tightened her grip around his neck. He slowly bent over trying to keep balance and waited for her to turn on the faucet. As soon as she turned it on, the water sprayed directly in his ear, but it wouldn't go high enough to for Sam to reach. "Move your head," she yelled.

"If I move my head, we're both going down again!" Freddie straightened back up and hoisted her higher on his back. "Here. I'll lean over and you try and stay back a bit."

She loosened her grip on his shoulders and balanced gracefully on his hips as he lowered his torso. She pivoted slightly to reach the faucet and was finally able to take a drink. "Hey, not bad there, Mr. Smarty Pants," she said wiping her mouth. She tugged his shirt to pull him back up again, but Freddie stopped level with the faucet, and drank long and deep. "What are you, part camel? Come on already," she pulled.

"It's not like you're doing all the work, here," he fires as he wipes his mouth. "And you're not exactly a sack of feathers, either." She was about to argue with him, but he interrupted her. "Where to now?"

"Back upstairs," she glared.

"But we were just up there," he whined. "Why didn't you use the fountain up there?"

"This one's colder," she bit back. "What? I like cold water! I didn't hear you complaining when you drank the whole bay!"

"Whatever," he sighed. He readjusted her position and trudged back up the stairs. He stopped at the top to catch his breath for a second. "Now where?" Sam pointed down the same corridor they traveled earlier." He shuffled his way down the hallway waiting for her to tell him to stop at any point. When they finally reached the end of the corridor, he stopped. "Sam, I thought you said it wasn't room 224."

"It' not," she said sliding off. "It' room 223!" She did a graceful little turn and sashayed through the door, leaving an open mouth and appalled Freddie standing in the hall. He rolled his eyes and ran back to his classroom on the first floor.

"Bienvenue en arrière, Freddie," Mme. Cheval-âne greeted him. "Tout est bien?"

"Oui," he said out of breath as he made his way to his desk. "Merci." He had barely sat down when the bell rang.

"Classez, n'oubliez pas que le travail sur le conseil, est dû demain," the teacher shouted as the students shuffled out.

"Ugh, homework too?" Freddie grunted as he picked up his bag. He had to go quickly again to meet Sam. Luckily next period they were all in History together.

He ran back up to the 2nd floor. Carly and Sam were standing outside of the classroom and Carly looked a bit impatient. "I don't see why we don't just meet him downstairs," he heard her say as he ran up to them.

He stood with his hands on his knees for a second catching his breath. "I'm here," he finally managed to squeak out. Sam looked at him silently then lightly pulled the strap to his bag. He looked down to see what was wrong with it then finally understood. "Oh." He took the backpack off and turned it around backwards so that the pack sat on his belly. "Better?"

"Much," Sam smiled. She turned Freddie around and assumed her riding position. He grabbed her behind the knees and jostled her into a comfortable spot. She looked back at Carly who wasn't moving, then pulled Freddie around so they could face her.

"Why?" Carly sighed, looking between the both of them.

"Freddie, would you like to explain?" Sam smiled, sweetly.

"Because I lost the bet," he said dryly.

"And now you have to carry her piggyback…" Carly was trying to hide a smile.

"For a WHOLE WEEK!" he grumbled.

"Your My Little Pony dream?" she smiled at Sam.

"Great, Huh?" Sam started stroking Freddie's hair. "I think I shall call him Sparkletoes Flitterfluff…Sparky for short!"

Carly started laughing and Freddie just closed his eyes and shook his head. The feeling of Sam running her nails through his scalp was a bit calming. It might have even felt good, if it wasn't so humiliating.

"Aww," Carly cooed, looking at Freddie's embarrassed face. "I told you…"

"Don't…" Freddie interrupted "Say… A Word!" He started walking grumpily through the halls.

"Oh, hey," Sam said reaching into her front pocket. "I have something for you." She handed him a piece of paper.

"What is it?" He opened the paper and read it, his face getting angrier as he went. "What the heck is this, Sam?" He thrust the paper at her

"I wrote it in 4th period, pretty clever, huh?" she said proudly. "It's what you're supposed to sing any time anyone asks why you're carrying me."

"Sing?" he shouted. "No Way, Nuh uh, Not part of the deal," he stomped down the hallway.

"Well, neither was getting accused of cheating," she said as she gripped tighter. "You don't see me getting all huffy about it!" Freddie shut his mouth and continued down the stairs. He still felt guilty about the cheating thing, but he was quickly getting over it.

"Hey, Fredward. Stop." She pulled. "I need to go to the bathroom." Freddie stopped and let go of her knees, expecting her to slide off.

"What? Let's go!" She pulled onto his shoulders, guiding him toward the restroom.

"Sam," he said shocked. "I'm not going in there, it's the girls restroom!"

"If you don't go in, I hope you brought a change of clothes, cause one way or another, I'm going pee!" She pulled his shirt and leaned trying to maneuver him that direction.

"Sam, I'm a guy," he hissed. "I'll get in trouble if I go in there!"

"No you won't," she kicked still trying to get him to move. "Principal Franklin approved this little experiment, remember?"

"I don't think he meant this, Sam!" He pushed himself away from the door. "Anyway, I am not going in there!"

"Are you complaining, Fredward?" A sly smile spread across her face, "Cause I'd be glad to do this for another week."

"Sam this I totally unfair!" he grunted. "I'd never do this to you!"

"Ugh, you're such a baby!" She reached over to Carly and took the pink frilly scarf from around her neck. "Here, this will pwotect your widdew eyes from seeing anyfing in the big bad girls bafwoom!" She wrapped the scarf around his eyes and directed him toward the door. "Carly will watch the door, won't you Carls?"

Carly moped behind them, "I guess."

While Sam was busy looking at Carly, Freddie ran right into the door with his face.

"You were supposed to open it," Sam explained.

"Ya Think?" He yelled. "Thanks for the warning!"

Carly opened the door for them. She went around the corner and ducked down looking under the stalls for feet. "It's empty now, let's just get this over with and get out of here," she suggested nervously.

Carly stayed near the door while Sam directed Freddie though the restroom. "Ok, keep going forward..." Her voice echoed off the tiles. "We're almost there, just a couple more stalls."

"Why didn't you just use the first one," he complained.

"Because Fredward!" She snapped back. "The first one never has toilet paper, the second doesn't flush, and there's something rude written about you on the third. Now, stop acting like you know everything!" She pulled him to a stop. "Here," she slid down.

She went inside and locked the door, leaving Freddie standing in the middle of the room blindfolded. "Who would write something rude about me on the ba…" He put his hands on his hips and turned in the direction he thought the stall was. "Sam, what did you write about me?"

"Eh, who remembers," she chuckled. "You can check it out if you want to," she teased.

"Just hurry up and let's go."

"I can't," she whined.

"What do you mean, you can't."

"Don't get you panties in a bunch," she scolded. "I can't…go with you waiting on me…do something to distract me."

"Like what, Sam,"

"I don't know just think of something!"

Freddie thought a minute, then started stomping his feet and clapping his hands. Then he started singing:

Pee Pee, Wee Wee, Poopy in the Potty

Pee Pee, Wee Wee, Poopy in the Potty

(Carly stuck her head around the corner and laughed as Freddie stood there blindfolded doing a little dance)

Come on Baby, you can do it.

Squat on the pot, there's nothing to it.

Come on Baby, you can do it.

Squat on the pot, there's nothing to it.

(He stopped clapping to rap the next part)

Lose that diaper, and the baby wiper,

Poo in the loo and fire like a striker!

Psshhht, Psshhht, Psshhht, Whooshhh.

Tinkle, Tinkle, Tinkle, Yeah Yeah!

Tinkle, Tinkle, Tinkle, Yeah Yeah!

Tinkle, Tinkle, Tinkle, (He hears another voice) Yeah Yeah!

Tinkle, Tinkle, Tinkle, (the other voice joins in) Yeah Yeah!

He continued to clap until he heard a loud flush on the other end, and the sound of the lock turning. He backed up a little, not sure where the door was.

"What …was that?" Sam's voice was unreadable. He couldn't tell if she was disgusted, amused, or just plain shocked.

"It's what my mom sang to me when she was potty training me." He was glad for the blindfold as he stood in silence, but wished it covered more of his very red face. "What…I panicked!"

"I'm almost ashamed to admit it worked," her voice said monotonously.

"It did?" he grinned. "It must have been the 'Psshhht'! That got me every time."

"TMI, Fredward," she grimaced. "Now assume the position so we can go."

He crossed his hands in front of his chest. "Not until you wash your hands!"

"Fine!"

He heard the sink running but still didn't trust her. "You can get back on when I feel your hands." The water shut off and he heard the paper towel rip from the holder. He figured if her hands felt clammy he'd know she washed them. He held out his hands for her to take, but suddenly he felt something clammy and soft against his cheeks. He was just beginning to like the feeling when suddenly her fingers tightened and pinched his cheeks so hard they almost went numb. "Ah, Sam!"

"Well, at least they're clean!" She jumped on his back and smacked him on the shoulder. "Now let's go."

Sam guided him back out the door as Carly held it open for them. "That was quite a song, there Freddie," he could hear her holding back a laugh.

Once they were back in the halls, he pulled off the blindfold. "Alright, go ahead!" He rolled his eyes and waited patiently while Carly and Sam broke into raucous laughter.

"Come on Baby, You can do it, Squat on the pot there's nothing to it," Carly sang wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Hey, you didn't seem to think it was that bad when you joined in the yeah yeah's on those last two lines." Freddie said over their laughter.

"It was only once," Carly's laughter started to die down.

"No, it was twice," Freddie corrected. "Once by the door and once near the window, I think."

"No, I never left the door."

"I heard it too," Sam joined in.

"It wasn't me," Carly shrugged.

"Then who…" Sam was about to ask when all of a sudden the bathroom door squeaked opened.

All three of their mouths dropped open when Alana Michaels, THE hottest girl at Ridgeway… and a junior…walked out the door. Her long brown hair flowed in a breeze behind her, and her piercing blue eyes fixed on Freddie. She walked toward the three of them and they held their breath. She stopped right in front of Freddie and gave him a small smile. "Nice Song," she chuckled then walked away. She looked back over her shoulder and shouted "Yeah Yeah!," as she continued strutting down the hallway.

Carly and Sam were only able to contain their laughter long enough for Alana to walk out of sight. Freddie turned and started banging his head against the bank of lockers next to them. Carly doubled over laughing and Sam laughed so hard she slid off of his back and onto the floor.

"Aww," Carly finally took pity on him and let her laughter die to a small giggle. "We better get to class, Sparky." Sam jumped back onto Freddie's back and Carly took him by the wrist and led them to class.

"Sorry Fredward," Sam pet him on the shoulder, still trying to hold down the giggles. "That really blows!"

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All through 6th period Freddie tried to collect his dignity. After class, he and Sam said bye to Carly. They still had detention added on to their day.

"What are you in here for, anyway, Sam" Freddie asked as they maneuvered through the detention door.

"Hello …I'm Sam!" she knocked on his head. "I pretty much just have to wake up in the morning and I get detention." Luckily it was Ms. Haberstad running detention this time. She never paid attention to anything as long as they were quiet. "Back corner." Sam pointed.

They took their seats and Sam took out her Pear Pod. Freddie pulled out his notebook and started digging for a book in his bag.

"Going over your Geometry test, there Sparky?" Sam laughed.

"Har, Har," he grumbled. "No, I've gotta figure out what this French stuff is since I was too busy being humiliated in Principal Franklin's office instead of in class.

"You know," she smiled. "Carly did warn you not to bet."

Freddie made a face at her and pulled out his French book, just as Ms. Haberstad walked in the room.

Freddie tried to pay attention to his French assignment, but he couldn't concentrate. Sam was noisily drawing something and using a lot of colored pencils. He kept trying to sneak glances, but he was sitting on the wrong side and she was covering up most of it. He finally checked to see if Ms. Haberstad was distracted then tapped Sam on her side to get her attention. When she finally looked over, he motioned his head to the drawing. Sam pulled the drawing closer for him to see.

It was a person with long bright pink hair, a purple sparkly sash and some weird fanny pack strapped to its back. Freddy smiled with a curious expression and lipped 'fanny pack?' to Sam.

She shook her head, "Saddle!"

Freddie was starting to feel uncomfortable about this particular drawing. "Who?" Sam smiled and pointed back to Freddie. Freddie's eyes grew wide as he realized she expected him to wear that. He shook his head quickly at her as she just smiled and nodded back at him. The silent sparring went on for several minutes until Ms Habertad finally announced that detention was over.

As soon as they were out in the hallway Freddie started arguing with Sam about the picture. He brought up all the reasons as to why he shouldn't and wouldn't wear them. Sam just silently listened and when he was finished, she simply said, "We'll see."

Freddie quickly changed his books in his locker then took Sam to hers. She was taking a while switching out her books. "Sam you never do any homework anyway, why are you taking so long?"

"Hold you panties, I'm almost done." She zipped her backpack and slung it across her back. The weight of the bag pulled them both backward, and Freddie had to grab onto the locker to steady himself.

"You're carrying all your books, aren't you?"

"Yep!"

"Why?"

"Oh, I just decided my locker I too cluttered so I'm taking out some of the things I don't use," she said innocently. They finally balanced themselves and stood up again. Sam reached to shut the locker door and saw the clock. "Uh, oh. The bus should be here any second. Run Sparky, Run!"

Freddie hoisted her up on his hips again and took off running across the campus toward the bus stop. The bus was already there. He ran across the lawn as fast as he could carrying Sam and her backpack. He had just caught up to the back of the bus when the doors closed. Before he could reach the front, it started driving away.

"Now, look what you did!" Sam grumbled as Freddie stood for a minute trying to catch his breath. "Looks like it's time to put those Sparkletoes to work!"

"That's 16 blocks! You expect me to carry you and the whole flippin library?"

"Aw, suck it up! You can do it! You better hurry, though. We're going to be late for rehearsal." She wrapped her arm a little tighter around his neck to prepare for the run.

Freddie took as deep a breath as he could, and started to slowly jog down the block. He managed to get about 5 blocks before he started feeling the burning in his lungs. "Gotta…slow…down…a minute," he huffed as he slowed to a walking pace. They walked for another 3 blocks before his lungs felt almost normal again.

"This is too slow," Sam grumbled. "You better now?" Freddie nodded. "Then lets go! Hyah!" She jumped and kicked into his sides. She reached back and smacked his butt to get him to move faster. Freddie picked up speed and was now running at a moderate pace, surprised that he was managing to carry all the extra weight.

He started coming up to a small hill. He slowed his pace just a little, but kept pushing on. If he could make it up the hill, the rest of the way to Bushwell Plaza was downhill. He pushed until his legs and lungs were burning again. "Go, Freddie Go!" was being chanted in his ear. At the top of the hill was a dentist office with a small fountain in front. Just past his beating heart he could hear the gurgle of the fountain getting stronger as he got closer. He was almost there…just a few feet more.

He finally saw the water trickling gracefully over the edge of the artwork sculpture. He remembered thinking once that it was almost as good as Spencer's. He finally reached the top and stopped to catch his breath. He dipped his hand into the pool of water at the base of the fountain and splashed it onto his face.

"Whoa, careful there tiger," Sam laughed as he got her just a bit wet. She looked at the hill that they just climbed. "Not bad, Benson." We're almost there!" She could hear a loud vehicle coming up behind her. "Hey, look at that! We beat the bus!" Freddie only half smiled. He was too tired to be impressed. He hoisted her up once more to get ready for the last part of the journey. Sam hugged tighter against his back, and braced her hands against his chest. He took a few slow jogging steps down the hill, but then gravity started to take hold. He was picking up speed as he moved further down the hill. At this point, he wasn't sure if he could stop if he wanted to. Luckily it was a straight shot and not much was in his way.

Bushwell Plaza was quickly coming into view, but he wasn't in control of his speed anymore. He had no idea how he was going to stop at this point. The building was now just few yards ahead, and he wouldn't be able slow down before he hit the door. Just as he reached the corner, he noticed a car pulling out of the parking structure behind the building. Yes! He shot past the Bushewell entrance and over to the parking structure. Sam was trying to tell him he missed the turn, but his mind had a different focus. He rounded the corner and headed up the steep incline to the second level. It took about 6 parking spaces for him to be able to control his speed and 10 to be able to stop.

"Ahhh," Freddie breathed both out of physical exertion and relief. He slowly started to head back down the parking incline and over to the front doors. He would be happy to finally get into an elevator and let something else carry him for a while.

"You were out of control back there, weren't you," Sam asked still not yet letting up on her grip. Freddie was still gasping for air and could only nod. "You know you could have killed us, right?" Freddie nodded again. She started yelling and pounding on his shoulder. Freddie was still in a shocked haze. He just kept walking and let her pound away.

He managed to move steadily through the lobby and over to the elevators. He just needed to get inside and ride it to Carly's. As he rounded the corner, he saw Spencer standing in the hall looking at the elevator.

"Hey Spencer, what's up," Sam asked cheerfully.

"Hey guys," he said distracted. "I was taking my sculpture down to load it onto delivery truck, and it got wedged in the elevator." He tried pulling it again but it was lodged against the door. "Power's down for both elevators til we get it out. Sorry guys, looks like you're gonna have to take the stairs this time." He finally looked over at them. "Hey, why are you carrying…"

Freddie went to open his mouth but still couldn't do much more than gasp for air. "He'll tell you later," Sam answered. "Come on, let's go take the stairs." She pulled Freddie toward the stairs.

"Carly's in the studio," Spencer called after them. "The door's open, just let yourselves in."

Freddie stood at the base of the stairs contemplating the 7-story climb. "One foot in front of the other Fredward." Sam pat his shoulder. He glared back at her. She could get off any time as far as he was concerned.

The first few flights were hard, but they were nothing like the last two. He had to hold the rail and pull himself up the last flight of stairs. He shuffled slowly down the hall to Carly's apartment. Sam opened the door and called for Carly. Good thing! He couldn't feel his lungs anymore! Sam dropped her backpack next to the door. "Whew, glad that's off," she smiled. "That thing was heavy!" Freddie grunted at her gall to call that heavy. "She's upstairs, Fredward, Let's go!"

Freddie slowly started the last climb up the stairs. He relied heavily on the railings to make it all the way up. Once they reached the top, he stayed close to the walls, his legs were feeling more rubbery with every step. He finally stumbled into the studio and right past Carly. He headed straight for the nearest beanbag and collapsed into it, squishing Sam beneath him.

"Get off Me!" Sam was trying to wiggle out from underneath him.

"Oh My God!" Carly saw Freddie gasping and his pale face. She grabbed a bottle of water off the cart and rushed over to him.

"Carly, Get him off me!" Sam yelled trying to reach for Carly's hand.

"Shut up Sam!" She lifted Freddie's head to let him take a drink. Freddie guzzled down the drink only stopping to breathe.

Carly had left him to go find a magazine to fan him with. She was digging through her stack when she heard Freddie yell, "Ow!"

His head was laid back against Sam's shoulder and she was pushing at his back. "Sam," Carly scolded. "He's not hurting you, let him catch his breath for a minute!"

Sam continued pushing against Freddie. "That's...what I'm... trying to do!" she grunted back. "If I could just reach the..." She finally popped the hook that was wedged between her and Freddy and pulled the straps of his backpack from behind him. She lifted the bag off his chest and threw it next to them. "Here, Carly let me have that, you go get him some more water!"

Sam started fanning Freddie with one hand, while her other hand was busy opening the buttons on his shirt. "Thanks," he managed to squeak out as Carly handed him another water. He drank about half of the second bottle before dropping his head back onto Sam's shoulder. She began stroking his hair to calm him until his breathing became normal again.

As the girls' fanning started slowing down, he unconsciously ran his fingers through his hair. His fingers tangled with Sam's for a moment. He began to realize where he was, then quietly started to sit up. Carly pulled his arms to help him as Sam shifted to a sitting position behind him.

Carly stroked his hand and looked at him cautiously. "You Ok?" Freddie smiled and nodded his head.

"Good," Sam looked at him with a frown on her face. "Go home, Freddie."

Carly and Freddie both turned to look at her. Sam handed him his backpack and pushed him off of the beanbag. He stood for a moment before she finally yelled at him, "You heard me…Go Home!"

Carly put a hand on his shoulder. "Your part is pretty much done. Sam and I are just going over our lines and stuff anyway. Go home and rest. We'll let you know if there's any changes."

Freddie dragged his backpack beside him as he headed for the door. He turned to wave bye to Carly and Sam, but Sam was busy with her phone. Carly watched sadly as Freddie walked away. Once he was out of sight, she rounded on Sam.

"Why are you so mad at Freddie?" Carly yelled. "He's done everything you've asked him to do. If this about the whole cheating thing, it was an accident, Sam! He didn't mean to tell, and he's already gotten detention for it!"

"I know! You're right!" Sam didn't argue. She pushed a few more buttons on her phone before she hoisted herself out of the beanbag. "Besides, it's not Freddie I'm mad at right now." She sighed and pushed one last button on her phone before putting it away and clearing the studio.

Carly suddenly understood and her mood softened. "It was nice of you to take care of him like that."

"Well, He is my pony," Sam smiled. "It was either that, or shoot him."

Freddie had just reached the door of the Shay's apartment when he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out and read the txt message:

I M rlly sry, Freddie = (

Call U L8R? Lv Meany.

Freddie gave a quick look up the stairs. He simply replied =) before finally heading home.


Well that was fun (I hope). Poor exhausted Freddie! We'll have to see what fun stuff the next day holds.

YAY! Credits:

MLP name (Sparkletoes Flitterfluff) came from SilverCloudLullaby. Not only was it the most humiliating of the bunch, but it also had a perfect nickname tie in (Sparky). Double Win!!!

The Hot Girl's name (Alana Michaels) comes courtesy of Hypo'Lana (sounds familiar, hmmm?) and absolutelyM. There is a really ironic story to this name… that I will tell in the next chapter.

chap 4 ideas from: whosconfused, The Archduke, Basco57, and SilverClourLullaby (2 in 1 chapter, Lullaby? Awesome!) Thanks everyone! Some of you had great ideas that I will use in later chapters.

The Potty Song I saw on youtube by a guy named matthewneese (and his cute kids). It made me laugh. Check it out if you wanna.

So the next interactive questions should be fun:

1. How would you describe our three OC's Gabriel Asher (hot guy), Mousy Girl (name not given yet) and Alana Michaels (Hot Girl). We have a physical description for Alana, but know nothing else about her. Gabe and Mousy are complete blank slates, so physical features and personalities are totally open. Is hot guy, a nice guy or bad boy? Does mousy girl speak with a lisp? I know you guys are gonna have some great ideas! Can't Wait!

2. Which is better, a Friday night date, or a Saturday afternoon date, and what activities would you do at either. Be specific! DETAILS PEOPLE, DETAILS!!! J/K, but the more you can give me, the better.

Since some of you may be able to write volumes on these questions…feel free to PM me if it's gonna get long. If you're not sure how to PM, just go through my profile and click "send message". Don't get so excited you forget to review the chapter, though. That's what helps me keep on track! I got my dancing shoes all ready…and electricity to bump some music with! Woot Woot!!! (Sorry, got a little excited there.)

Luna