Darling

Sam and Carly were sitting on the Shay's couch, watching Girly Cow, when Freddie entered the apartment.

"Hola chicas," he greeted the girls, going over to sit by Sam.

"Aw, Freddie wants to sit next to his girlfriend," Carly playfully teased. Sam tossed a cushion at her best friend.

"That wasn't necessary," Cary laughed. "Anyway, I'm going to get some of my special lemonade, you guys want some?"

"No," Sam and Freddie both answered.

Carly frowned, but went off to the kitchen without a word.

"So," Freddie said, putting his arm around Sam. "Did you decide what movie you want to see for your birthday next week, darling?"

Sam snorted. "Darling? Did you really just call me that?"

"Yah, so what?"

"Come on, can't you be less of a nub and think of anything better then darling? 'Cause you keep that and the only girl you'll be able to call that will be your mom."

"Fine," Freddie said. "Sweetie?"

Even Carly laughed that time.

"Um, honey?"

Sam just looked at him.

"Come on, Sam, why are you so picky?"

"I'm dating you, I can't be that picky."

"Hey!"

"Relax, I'm probably just kidding."

"Okay…I know, buttercup!"

Sam thumped in the back of his head. "You're a dork."

"You know what you are?" A blonde-headed demon!"

Sam laughed. "I like that."

"What?"

"Blonde-headed demon," Sam replied, smiling. "Tough, accurate, creative…Good work, Benson."

"Wait, that's what you want your nickname to be?"

"Yup."

"Okay then," Freddie said happily, though confused.

Carly laughed, sipping her lemonade. "You guys are the weirdest couple I've ever seen. And that's including Gibby and Tasha."

Sam and Freddie both laughed, because they both knew it was true.