Hanging
"This is nice," Spencer said as he watched an enemy ship get shot down on Galaxy Wars with Freddie and Gibby. "Just three dudes, hanging out, watching the Sci-Fi channel."
"Yeah," Freddie nodded. "Um, seriously, dude, you might want to get some friends your own age."
"Don't be harsh," Spencer said, getting up. He headed to the fridge and opened it. "Just as I thought," he said, slamming it shut again. "Freddie, I hope you know I have no food in my own home because of your little girlfriend."
"How's that my fault?" Freddie frowned. "You know no one can stop Sam from eating anything edible."
"I guess I'll just order some Chinese food," Spencer said. He picked up his pearphone.
"Jeesh, you've been texting all through the movie," Gibby commented as Freddie typed away on his phone. "What, am I just not good company?"
"You're great company, Gib," Freddie said without looking up from his phone. "I'm just texting with Sam."
"Oh, so you like your girlfriend more than me?"
Freddie looked up. "Um…well, I like her in a different way, Gibby."
"I see," Gibby said, crossing his arms.
"Come on, Gibby," Freddie sighed. "I like Sam romantically, but you're still my best guy friend."
"Hey!" Spencer yelled from the kitchen. "What about me?"
"Yeah, and you're my best thirty something year-old friend," Freddie said.
"I don't see you texting me the whole time you watch movies with Sam," Gibby pointed out.
"Well yeah, because I'm doing other things," Freddie grinned.
"We could do other things during this movie."
"No, Gibby, we really couldn't." Freddie sighed.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not going to kiss you!"
"Gross," Gibby cringed. "Who's talking about kissing?"
"Never mind," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.
"Look, all I'm saying is it wouldn't kill you to pay me a little more attention," Gibby said.
"Fine," Freddie sighed. "When I'm on my date tonight with Sam I'll make sure I text you."
"Thank you."
…
Freddie sat on his couch later that night, making out with Sam.
"You're lips taste really good," she said between kisses. "Like that chicken we had for dinner."
"Yours too," Freddie laughed. Then he pulled away. "Oh that reminds me; I have to text Gibby."
"Um, why?"
"He wants me to think of him more when I'm on dates with you."
"What?"
"It's Gibby," Freddie shrugged as he pulled out his pearphone. "I've learned not to question him."
