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iMeow

Sam's P.O.V.

I was sprawled out on the couch in Freddie's living room with my head in his lap and my legs hanging over the back rest. I reached up to poke Freddie on the cheek.

"Feed me popcorn, dork."

It had been at least a month since the whole cat-fiasco, and I haven't turned into a cat since that weekend. Things were pretty much back to normal. Well, as normal as things could get now that I was dating the nub. He formally asked me to be his girlfriend after we made out in the back of Carly's Bug for what seemed like hours. Being the awesome girlfriend that I am, I remembered the whole thing.

I pulled back from Freddie's grip and laughed when I heard him groan. "Dude, we've been making out in Carly's car for nearly an hour and a half. Mama's gotta stretch her legs."

Freddie huffed and attempted to straighten out his clothes. "Oh, alright." He sounded like I had just told him Christmas had been canceled.

I stepped out of the car and stretched my arms towards the roof of the parking structure. "Oh lighten up, sunshine. We're still young, we've got plenty of time to make out and do all that couple-y chiz."

He grabbed my wrist and spun me around so I was pressed up against him. "Does us doing 'couple-y chiz' imply that you and I are a couple now?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Gee I don't know, Fredward. What do you think?"

He smiled and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "I think we are."

I stepped out of his hug and then waved my hand, looking at him expectantly. "Well, go."

He looked around unsurely. "Uh, go where?"

I smacked myself on the forehead. "Go and ask me properly, you nub!"

He smiled brightly. "Oh, right! Uh…" To my utter embarrassment, he got down on one knee and then flashed me a grin. "Sam Puckett? Will you be m –"

I made a stopping motion with my hand. "No."

He looked up at me, his expression confused and slightly hurt. "Wait, no?"

I scratched the back of my neck impatiently. "No! Not no to that – no to – uh… Oh, just stand up! Jesus, you looked like you were going to ask me to marry you!" I pulled him into the standing position by the sleeve of his shirt.

He let out a sigh of relief and then smiled. He took my hand and intertwined our fingers. "Okay anyways," he dorkish-ly kissed the back of my hand, "Sam, will you be my girlfriend?"

Just as I opened my mouth to answer, a familiar chilly wind passed through my body. I rolled my eyes and braced myself. I held up a finger. "Give me a sec, will ya?" I said, right before I blacked out.

I opened my eyes to the sight of Freddie sitting cross-legged on the ground of the parking structure, staring at me intently. I hissed and batted a furry paw at his knee. His face lit up with glee and he bundled me up in his arms.

"Man, this is so cool! My girlfriend can turn into a cat!" Oh gods, my boyfriend's such a geek. He got up and moved to sit on the hood of Carly's car. He placed me in his lap and smirked down at me.

"Hey, do want me to take you to Carly's before you turn back human, or is it cool with you if I see you naked again?" The boy got awfully bold when I was in my little cat body. I sent him a look that clearly said 'Look at my lady parts and die'. Then, I sunk my claws into his right forearm. He cried out in pain and pushed me off his lap, sending me gracefully tumbling to the ground. I purred in satisfaction as he rubbed where I had impaled him with my wicked sharp kitty claws.

I sat there as he grumbled, thinking of ways I could kill him once I turned back into a human.

Hot-wire a car and run him over, knock him out with the tail pipe that "accidentally" breaks off of Carly's car, strangle him with my bare hands…

"Sam! Sam! Sammy!"

Freddie's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He was waving a piece of popcorn in front of my face. I grabbed it and popped it into my mouth. "What?" I asked.

Freddie rolled his eyes. "Well, I've been trying to feed you popcorn for the past five minutes, but you were just staring into space."

I reached over and stuffed a handful of popcorn into my mouth. "If shou musht mo, I wash finkin' mout th day shou ashed mph ou."

He tapped me on the forehead. "Don't talk with your mouth full."

I rolled my eyes and swallowed hard. "Sorry mom." I swiped a hand over my mouth. "I said: If you must know, I was thinking 'bout the day you asked me out."

His expression softened. "Aw, Sammy, you look back on the great moments in our relationship, too?"

I smirked and looked up at him. "Actually, I was reminiscing about the ways I planned on killing you for wanting to see me naked again," I deadpanned.

His faced paled for a second before turning bright red. "I-It was a joke, Sam! Gosh, get over it."

I swung my legs off the backrest and sat up. "How can I get over it, Benson? I live every day paranoid that my boyfriend is thinking dirty things about my body in his brain!"

He threw his hands up in the air. "I'm your boyfriend, Sam! It's expected!"

I got up, straddled his lap, and slammed my fists onto his chest. "I always knew you were a secret perv, Freddifer." I looked into his eyes and smirked.

His closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against mine. "Are we going to make out now?" he asked hopefully.

I snorted and plopped back down into my own seat. "No, because I know you're probably thinking about me naked."

He huffed and poked me on the shoulder. "C'mon Sam! You've seen me in my underwear, does that not count?"

I gasped and smacked him on the back of his head. "You think this about me wanting to see you naked? Oh my god, you're a bigger perv than I thought!"

"Wh-what? No! It's – I – ugh! You're so irksome!"

Ha, I really get a kick out of trying to annoy my boyfriend. I smirked and then snuggled into his chest. "But you love me," I sang.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He didn't wrap his arms around me like he usually would. I feigned a hurt expression and scooted to the far end of the couch.

"Fine then, Freddie. Be like that." I crossed my arms and stared blankly at the rerun of Celebrities Underwater that was playing on the TV. There was silence, but I knew he would crack in 5, 4, 3, 2…

"Jesus! I'm sorry, Sam! I really am!" He stood in front of me and then rested a hand on the backrest on opposite sides of my head. I tried avoiding his gaze. "C'mon, little Sammy, I'm sorry." He stuck out his bottom lip a little.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed him by the collar, and planted a kiss right onto his mouth. I pulled away. "Christ, you're just too easy to upset, Benson. Like a little princess."

He kissed me again. "I was thinking more along the lines that you were the princess and I was the dashing Prince Charming."

I pinched him and left a red mark. "Whatever you say, Princess Frederella."

He rubbed his cheek. "Ouch, looks like kitty got claws."

I smirked and then kissed the mark I left.

"Yes. I most certainly do."

Aw, I fink that's the end. Boo.

Dude, this was a really fun story to write! I enjoyed every moment I spent slaving over a hot laptop, trying to give you an entertaining story (x Should I invest in expanding? A sequel perhaps? I dunno, you tell me! Drop a review for me, mkay?

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