White Nights
by Shealtiel
Rated: T for sexual references, mild coarse language and mostly just in case.
Summary: "Keeps me up."

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-iWas a Pageant Girl-

Sam: Please?
Carly: I'm not entering a beauty pageant.
Sam: AGH! *Runs to the couch, throws her face in it and kicks and screams.*
Spencer: Sam's throwing a tantrum.

Spencer: Come on, Allison said Leslie's cute and fun and nice…
Freddie: I don't do blind dates.
Spencer: AGH! *Runs to the couch, throws his face in it and kicks and screams.*

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"Nice tantrum," she said.

"Thanks. What can I say?" Seeing the look on her face, he added, "…clearly that wasn't what you wanted to hear."

"Spencer, a compliment from Sam Puckett is rare. So rare in fact, it's practically unheard of. Kind of like Mama getting an A."

"But Sam, you got that A fr–"

"Right. So, we've established it's practically unhear–"

"Sam?" He tried to hide his smile. She ignored him.

"–d of."

"Can you let me rephrase?"

She sighed. "Nice tantrum," she said.

"Thanks. What can I say? I learned from the best." She grinned.

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A/N: I wrestled over this one for half an hour. This one has taken me the longest yet to cut down to 100 words. I'm still not entirely happy with it. It wasn't really what I imagined. I might retry this one later. Hope you enjoyed it anyway. Reviews are appreciated.