"Move over, Fredward." Sam said, shoving Freddie out of the way of her seat on the sofa. She sat down happily next to him and flicked on the TV.

"Have you ever stopped to think how many names you've called me over the years?" Freddie asked.

"Not really. I do have a life, unlike some nubs." Sam said, smirking. Freddie rolled his eyes.

"There's Fredward, Fredweird, Freddork…" Freddie said, counting on his fingers, "Fredwina, Freddifer, Fredlumps, Benson, Fredwardo, Freddison…need I go on?"

"No." Sam said, "I think that's it." She smiled at him nastily and he rolled his eyes. Sam was always calling him names. It was her nature.

"Well, would you rather me call you…" Sam said, "Loverboy?" Freddie eyed her skeptically.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Or maybe Freddiepop? Freddiebear?" she continued.

"Why would you call me that?"

"'Cause I love watching you squirm." She smirked. He grinned.

"They say when a girl constantly rips on a guy, it means she has a crush on him." Freddie said. He expected Sam to make a gagging face but she only smiled.

"You never know." she said. She patted his head affectionately and turned her face back to the TV. Freddie, speechless, just grinned. "You never know." Now, he did.

I don't think this is the best chapter but I just used the idea and typed something up really quickly. Review!