Bookstore
"I hate books, Fredbag," Sam said as she followed her boyfriend into the bookstore. "Why would I want to go into a store of them?"
"I just need to pick something up," he told her.
"You said we were going to get Fat Cakes!"
"We will, now shh! Or they'll kick us out!"
"Now that'd be a tragedy," Sam mumbled.
Freddie headed over to the Sci-Fi shelf and began looking for the latest installment of Captain Incredible, while Sam leaned against the shelf.
"It's bad enough you watch that stuff," she said. "Now you have to read it?"
"It's good! Why don't you try one?"
"Because I'm not a total nub."
"What? Because I like quality literature I'm a nub?"
"No, you're a nub for many reason."
"You're dating a nub then!"
"You'll be dating my fist in a minute!"
"Read the book!"
"No!"
"Just the first chapter?"
"Not in your life."
"The first sentence?"
Sam grabbed the book and tossed it over the shelf, hitting a woman in the head. "There, now even you can't read the first sentence."
"Sam! You just threw the best book of the series! That was the one that was finally going to reveal Lady Krypton's secret identity!"
"Oh no," she said sarcastically.
"You know what? I'm going to make you read one of these books. Come here Puckett!"
He grabbed Sam's waist and began dragging her towards the shelf. Sam kicked him in the shin, causing him to cry out in pain.
"Um, excuse me?" the manager of the bookstore said, walking over to the couple. "I'm going to have to ask you two to leave."
"What? It's all her!" Freddie exclaimed.
"Sir, I'm going to have to call security on you two if you don't-"
"Come on, nub," Sam said. "You owe me Fat Cakes."
"But my book-" Freddie said weakly.
…..
"Wow, first the restaurant, then the bakery, now the bookstore," Carly laughed. "You two won't have anywhere left to go soon."
"Tell me about it," Freddie nodded.
"What's up people?" Sam asked, walking through the door to the Shay's apartment.
"I was just telling Carly how you got us kicked out of the bookstore last night," Freddie said.
"First of all, you should know better than to drag me there," Sam replied. "Second of all, it was partly your fault too, and third of all, here." She tossed him a bag and walked over to the fridge.
"Sam, this is the book I was going to buy last night," Freddie said, flabbergasted.
"I know," she said, grabbing a tube of cookie dough. "I bought it for you last week. I didn't want you to buy the same one."
"Wait, so that's why you threw the book and everything?" Freddie asked. "You could've just told me."
"Yeah, I know," she grinned. "But come on, which way's more fun?"
