What would happen if it was Freddie who saw Sam in the shower and not vice-versa?
Dedicated to CrushedUnderLove, Envythorn, FrostyPickleJuice and TiffanyM.
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iJust Saw Sam Naked (And Lived To Tell the Tale)
Freddie came straight over as he usually did, although this time there was an urgent call about a clean-up. 'Where is everyone?' he thought, until he heard sounds coming from the bathroom.
Knowing Spencer he had probably filled the bathtub with something Carly seriously didn't like again and they'd have to clean it up. At least, he hoped, it was melt-able like butter and half the work would be done for them.
He knocked on the bathroom door, then tentatively opened it and walked in. The mist from the shower should have been the first signal that something was horribly wrong but he stayed frozen on the spot. There he saw a figure he thought was Carly. It wasn't until he noticed the lank blond hair and pale skin of someone that was definitely not Carly or Spencer Shay that Freddie panicked. His eyes locked with hers for a mid-second and he immediately turned hoping there was enough time to make a break for it.
There wasn't.
Sam was quicker. She already wrapped a towel around herself and had grabbed a fistful of his hair before he could turn the doorknob.
"No! I didn't see anything!" he was horror-stricken. "What are you going to do to me?"
She pulled him over to the toilet and lifted up the seat. Freddie wished he had gotten away. With his last breath before his head was dunked he yelled for help.
Poor, poor Freddie. You know what to do.