Musical
"Mom, stop!" Freddie exclaimed as his mother frantically sprayed him with some liquid she had bought online. "Ow! It went in my eye!"
"Freddie, stop squirming!" Mrs. Benson ordered her son. "I need to sanitize you!"
"Mom, this is the third time this week," he said, coughing as she continued to spray him. "I'm clean."
"I can't be too sure," she said. "Since you insist on swapping saliva with that gutter girl every day-"
"She's my girlfriend, mom," Freddie sighed. "And she has a name."
"Fine," she scoffed. "Since you insist on swapping saliva with Samantha every day, I can't take any chances. Who knows how much bacteria she caries."
"Alright," Freddie said firmly, getting up. "I'm going to go across the hall."
"But I still need to-"
"Bye, mom," Freddie said, quickly heading out of the apartment.
Carly actually wasn't home; she was spending the weekend with Spencer visiting their cousins the Dorfman's, but he knew perfectly well Sam was at the apartment.
Sure enough, when he opened the door he saw the blonde sprawled out on the Shay's couch with an extra large bowl of popcorn.
"Hey princess," he greeted his girlfriend.
"Oh, hey," Sam said, quickly changing the channel. "What's up?"
"Why'd you change the channel?" Freddie frowned.
"I didn't change it," Sam said. "I've been watching this all day."
"Really," Freddie said, looking at the screen. "You've been watching an infomercial for a self-cleaning duster all day?"
"Um, yes," Sam nodded. "You know how I feel about dust."
"Yeah, you could care less about it," Freddie said, making a grab for the remote.
"Give that to me!" Sam yelled, grabbing his arm.
Freddie struggled against Sam's strong hold until he finally found the recall button on the remote and pressed it. The channel changed back to what it was previously, and showed some sort of big dance number with a bunch of people singing.
"Is this a musical?" Freddie asked, trying hard to keep the grin off his face.
"Shut up," Sam snapped.
"What? I didn't say anything!"
"You were thinking it!"
"What exactly was I thinking?" he asked.
"Look, I happen to like musicals, okay?"
"Okay," Freddie smiled. "I just never figured you'd be into a bunch of people singing and dancing. There's nothing wrong with it, though."
"I just think they're kind of cool," she mumbled.
"I've never really watched them," Freddie said. "I'm more of a sci-fi kind of guy."
"Yeah, I've noticed," Sam scoffed.
"So what's happening here?" Freddie asked, sitting down next to his girlfriend, watching the T.V.
"She's trying to figure out which of those three guys is her dad," Sam said. "Because she's getting married and she wants him to give her away."
"…so they burst out into song?"
"Stop it," Sam said, slapping his shoulder. "I don't give you a hard time when we watch Galaxy Wars."
"What? That's all you do!"
"Yeah well," Sam shrugged. "That movie deserves to be made fun of."
"You're a piece of work, you know that?" Freddie laughed, kissing her on the lips.
"I try," she smiled.
…
AN- shout outs to whoever guesses which musical Sam was watching
