Politeness
"And see now when you click this button, you get a drop down menu that will take you to all of our videos. And then if you click this link right here-"
"You know, Freddie," Carly said. "Thanks for fixing the site and everything but I really don't care about this."
"Fine, whatever," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "But next time you want updated-"
"Yo, Nub!" Sam yelled, storming into the Shay's apartment.
"Uh-oh, couple trouble," Carly said, walking to her fridge for a can of peppy cola.
"Um, hey?" Freddie said hesitantly.
"So I saw your crazy mom in the elevator on the way up here," Sam said crossing her arms.
"Oh God," Freddie sighed. "What did she do?"
"She gave me this!" Sam exclaimed, pulling a pamphlet out of her jacket pocket and thrusting it at him.
"Politeness lessons?" Freddie frowned, reading the pamphlet. "They have those?"
"Apparently! She said that she signed her and me up for some classes next weekend so we could 'bond' and teach me to be a lady! Do something!"
"What do you want me to do? You know she's stubborn with these things; she's not going to change her mind."
"I'm not going," Sam said firmly.
"Oh come on, Sam, I think it'd be good for you and Mrs. Benson to bond," Carly said.
"Did you bond with her when you and Freddie went out?"
"Um, no…but Freddie and I only dated for like two weeks. You've guys have been together for a year."
"Yeah, I think you two should do it," Freddie nodded.
"I know what this is," Sam said. "You just want me to go to the class. You want me to be more polite!"
"That's…not true," Freddie said lamely.
"It is!"
"Okay, maybe I'd like you to be just a little more polite," Freddie said.
"I'm plenty polite."
Carly snorted into her soda. "Sorry…just, um, thought of a really funny joke."
"Sam, last night when I took you out to dinner you threw your chicken at the waiter because he brought you diet root beer instead of regular," Freddie pointed out.
"He has to learn!"
"Sam, you made him cry."
Sam looked at the floor. "So?"
"Okay, Sam, I'll make a deal with you," Freddie sighed. "Just go to one lesson with my mom and I'll let you replace all of our gluten free reduced fat food in our kitchen with anything you want…It'll give my mom a heart attack."
Sam considered this. "Fine, I'll go to one class," she decided. "Not that I need it."
She grabbed Carly's half finished can of soda and gulped it down in one swig.
"No, not at all," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.
