Sam and Freddie sat on Carly's sofa watching Girly Cow. Freddie got up to go snatch a glass of Wahoo Punch. As he walked back to the living room he slipped and landed in a kneeling position. Dang trick knee! he thought. He tried to get up but was stuck. Sighing, he yelled, "Sam!"

"What do you want, Freddork?" she shouted, not tearing her eyes from the TV.

"Come here!" He heard her sigh and saw her stand up. She strolled over to him, her hands in her pockets.

"What is-" she started to ask but stopped when she saw the position he was in. She gasped. "Y-you're not go-going to ask me to m-marry you, are you?" she asked. He knotted his brow in confusion.

"What?" he said, "No! My trick knee slipped and I need you to help me up!" She looked relieved. Shaking, she stretched her hand out to his. He took it and stood, her helping by pulling.

"Well," she said quietly, "let's…go finish Girly Cow." She was tomato red. As Freddie followed her to the sofa he thought he noticed another look in her face other than embarrassment: disappointment.

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