Fond

"I can't believe you shoved that girl like that," Freddie said as him and Sam entered Carly's apartment. "She's probably scared for life!"

"Oh no," Carly said, putting down her PearPad. "What happened?"

"Nothing," Sam said, sitting down on the couch.

"She got into a fight at the Groovy Smoothie," Freddie said, sitting down next to his girlfriend.

"Again?" Carly moaned. "Sam, T-Bo's not going to let you in there anymore."

"Please," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Like T-Bo has the guts to do that to me."

"Why'd you get into a fight anyway?" Carly asked.

"The girl was stupid," Sam said, playing with a lose thread on her Penny-T.

"She didn't even do anything," Freddie said. "I just went to the bathroom, and when I came out, Sam had this poor girl in a headlock!"

"Freddie," Mrs. Benson said, walking into the apartment without knocking. "There you are. I need you to come with me to the drugstore. I need to get you sized for protective gloves for the winter."

"Mom," Freddie moaned. "You know my size."

"These are custom made," Mrs. Benson said. "Now come on before they're all sold out."

"See you guys later," he said, giving Sam a quick peck on the cheek.

"What drugstore sells custom-made protective gloves?" Carly frowned.

Sam didn't respond.

"What's wrong?" Carly asked her best friend.

"Nothing."

"Sam," Carly said knowingly. "You can tell me."

"Alright, look," Sam sighed. "That girl at the Groovy Smoothie…she was going to make a move on Freddie."

"What?"

"I was at the counter while Freddie was in the bathroom about to order another smoothie when this perky little redhead comes up behind me and starts talking with her friend about how hot Freddie was."

"No way," Carly said. "Did she see you there? Everyone knows you two are a couple."

"Oh, she saw me alright," Sam said. "She said that once he got a look of her, he'd leave me in a heartbeat. As if…she was hideous, Carls. She had a hairy mole next to her eye!"

"That's terrible," Carly agreed. "But seriously, Sam. You can't just go around fighting every girl that looks at Freddie. I thought you made a promise that you wouldn't get into fights as often so you wouldn't have to spend anymore time in jail."

"I didn't start the fight," Sam muttered.
"What?" Carly said.

"I didn't start the fight," Sam said. "After the girl said that, I turned around and told her to shut her mouth. Then I turned back around and before I knew it, she punched me in my side!"

"Oh my God," Carly said. "That skunkbag!"

"I had to fight back; I wasn't going to get beat up by that freak show," Sam said. "But when Freddie came out of the bathroom, I guess it sort of looked like I had started the whole thing."

"Why didn't you just tell him what really happened?" Carly asked.

"Because," Sam said. "I didn't want him to know that I was…jealous."

"Aw, Sam, you love him," Carly smiled.

"I'm…fond of him," Sam shrugged.

"Okay," Carly laughed. She pulled out her pearphone.

"Who are you texting?" Sam frowned.

"No one."

"Are you texting Freddie about this? Give me that phone, Shay!"

"No!" Carly said, jumping up as Sam made a grab for her.

"Carly!" Sam yelled, running after her friend. "Get back here!"