Calculator

"Alright, Sam!" Freddie said loudly, barging into the Shay's apartment.

"What's got you're pants in a knot, Benson?" Sam asked in a board voice, not even looking up from the bowl of ravioli she was devouring.

"You borrowed my calculator last week, and now it's ruined! What did you do to it?"

"Calm down, I didn't do anything to it."

"Yes you did! It's giving me all the wrong answers! Look, when I type in 1+1, it gives 56.93943! And if I take the square root of 25, it gives me negative pi!"

"It worked fine when I used it," she shrugged simply. "Must've been you."

"It-what? No!" he exclaimed, frustrated. "Sam, this isn't funny! I've got my big math test tomorrow, and I need my calculator! I can't believe I let you borrow it, you're so irresponsible!"

"Hey, you'd better watch it, Freddison, or I'm going to take that calculator and smash it over your stupid head! Now listen to my words: I. Didn't. Break. Your. Calculator!"

"You know what, Sam, you're so-so ahh! I can't even think of an adjective, that's how mad I am! You're going to go to the store right now to buy me a new-"

"What's with all the yelling?" Spencer yawned, coming out of his room in this duck pajamas. "And why are you even here? Carly's still spending the weekend in Yakama."

"Sam mutilated my calculator somehow," Freddie said, still frowning angrily at the blonde on the couch.

"I did not!"

"Wait, that's your calculator?" Spencer asked. "I thought it was Carly's. I spilled Wahoo Punch on it yesterday when I was figuring out how much to sell my sculpture for. Sorry."

"You- I- huh?" Freddie stuttered, flabbergasted.

"I was going to go out today and buy another one," Spencer continued. "Just as soon as I got dressed. Sorry, about it."

"Um, that's okay," Freddie said.

"Well, I'm going to go eat my cereal in my bath," Spencer said, grabbing a jug of milk and a box of Marshmallow Surprise. "Later!"

Sam turned to Freddie, a look of absolute satisfaction etched on her face. "Well, well, well. Looks like somebody owes somebody an apology, doesn't he?"

"Sorry," Freddie muttered under his breath.

"What's that? I didn't hear you."

"Fine," he sighed. "I'm sorry I accused you of breaking my calculator, Sam."

"Good," she grinned.

Freddie turned to leave.

"Wait, where do you think you're going?"

"To go home. The new Galaxy Wars Trailer is supposed to come on in ten minutes."

"You really think Mama's gonna forgive you that easily?"

"Sam," Freddie groaned.

"Come along," Sam said, jumping up. "Let's see how much I can get you to spend at the Groovy Smoothie."

Freddie sighed. He really should've known better than to accuse Sam Puckett.