Officer

Freddie stormed into the Shay's apartment, followed by Sam.

"Wow, somebody doesn't look too happy," Carly remarked, looking at the expression of Freddie's face. "What's up?"

"What's up?" Freddie repeated. "You want to know what's up? I got a $500 dollar ticket!"

"For what?" Carly frowned as Sam headed to the fridge.

"He's overreacting," Sam said, rolling her eyes as she grabbed a can of Peppy Cola. "It's not a big deal; everyone gets a ticket eventually."

"No they don't!" Freddie countered. "Now it's on my license, which my mom will probably take away from me now, and it's all your fault!"

"How's it her fault?" Carly asked, sensing an argument coming.

"I was driving the two of us to pick up the new props for the web show next week," Freddie explained. "We were driving on Commerce Road, and the speed limit was only 55 miles per hour, which apparently wasn't fast enough for Speed Demon over there."

"I was hungry and wanted to get back here so I could eat!" Sam defended.

"Anyway," Freddie continued. "Sam reached her foot over to the gas pedal and stepped on it and made us go at least 80! We almost crashed into a bus!"

"Almost," Sam pointed out.

"So of course we got pulled over by a cop," Freddie said. "And at first, it seemed like he was just going to let me off with a warning, since it was my first offence. But then Sam just had to go and mess that up."

"What did you do?" Carly asked hesitantly.

"The guy's name was Officer Gasbeanie," Sam smiled. "I had to make fun of that."

"Which is how I ended up with my first speeding ticket," Freddie said, crossing his arms.

"Fine, whatever, I'm sorry I got you a ticket," Sam said, patting Freddie's shoulder. "You want me to get you the money? Because my Uncle Carmine who just got out of prison know a guy who-"

"Yeah, that's smart, Sam," Freddie said sarcastically. "Pay off a speeding ticket with illegal money. Do you want me to be locked up?"

Sam shrugged. "It might be good for your character."

"Sam!"

"What? It's not like I wouldn't visit you!"

"Guys!" Carly exclaimed. "Enough! Look, you don't want to fight about this. Yes, Sam it's not nice to nearly cause a car crash and then make Freddie get a ticket, and Freddie, you should know by now that you always have food in the car for situations like that, but I don't think you guys need to be so angry with each other. You're a couple for crying out loud! You need to-"

"Hang on," Freddie said slowly. "This isn't mine or Sam's fault. It's yours!"

"What?" Carly frowned.

"Yeah, he's right," Sam nodded. "If you didn't make us go pick up the stupid props, we never would've been in that situation in the first place!"

"Well, I-"

"And didn't she say the reason she couldn't go was because she had a huge test to study for?" Freddie asked. "She's on the computer watching clips of Full House!"

"I-I-"

"I'm sorry I yelled at you," Freddie said to Sam, holding her hand. "It wasn't your fault."

"And I'm sorry I caused the cop to give you a ticket," Sam smiled.

"Guys-" Carly said weakly as the couple grinned at one another and headed out of the apartment hand in hand.

Carly shook her head. She would never understand the workings of those two.