Dictionary

"I can't believe Carly ditched us to go see a movie with that new guy," Sam mumbled.

"She really likes him," Freddie reasoned. "Besides, she did ask us if we minded. You told her to go ahead."

"She's a girl, she's supposed to know that really means that I do mind."

"You're just being difficult," Freddie said, shaking his head. "Besides; this gives us time to be alone."

"Yeah," Sam said to her boyfriend. "But I'm still getting over that sore throat, so we can't kiss or anything without me giving you some disease."

"Come on," Freddie said, placing his Scrabble tile on the board they were currently using to play on the Shay's living room floor. "This game is fun. See, I just got 'fiduciary' for 47 points."

"Sure, it's a real blast," Sam said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She looked at her own tiles. "There," she said, laying out her own tiles. "'Zapateado'. 62 points; hey I'm winning now!"

"Zapateado isn't a real word!" Freddie exclaimed.

"Yes it is," Sam defended. "It's fiduciary that's not a real word, but you don't see me complaining."

"Fiduciary is a real word, Sam," Freddie sighed. "We just learned about it in economics last week."

"Really? Must've been asleep," Sam shrugged. "But anyway, Zapateado is a real word."

"No it isn't!"

"Yes it is, dipthong."

"What's it mean then?" Freddie asked, crossing his arms.

"It's a type of dance," Sam said.

"Please," he scoffed. "What kind of crazy dance is named that?"

"Since when did you become an expert in dance Mr. I-Trip-Over-My-Own-Two-Feet?"

"Anyone could tell you that it isn't a word, and therefore can't be a dance," Freddie said. "In fact, I'll prove it." He got up and headed to the bookshelf by the stairs.

"Why do you have to be such a nub?" Sam said, rolling her eyes as she got up to stand by him.

"Because I'm right," he said, flipping through the pages. "Ah, see, here are the Z's. And see, there's no…oh."

"I'm sorry, my vision's a little fuzzy," Sam said, clearly enjoying this. "What's that word down there say?"

"Zapateado," Freddie read glumly. "A Spanish or Latin American dance involving rhythmic tapping of the feet."

"Weird that a word that's not a word would be in the dictionary, huh?"

"Fine," Freddie said, closing the dictionary and cramming it back on the shelf. "You got the 62 points for the word. Let's go back and play."

"Oh no," Sam said, grabbing her boyfriend's arm. "It's not going to be that easy."

"Sam," Freddie moaned. "Please don't make me do anything crazy."

"What? Just because I was right and you were at wrong at something academic?"

"Fine, you want me to admit it?" Freddie said. "You were right and I was wrong. Happy?"

"Yes, actually," Sam nodded. "I am. And I'll be happier after you buy a smoothie."

"That's all you want?" Freddie laughed. "Okay. I always buy your smoothies anyway. Come on, we'll go down there now."

He held out his hand for Sam to take but Sam ignored it and jumped onto his back.

"What are you doing?" Freddie cried, his knees shaking a little under the sudden addition to his body.

"Well you didn't think I was going to walk all the way down there, did you?" Sam frowned. "Now move, baby. There's a strawberry kiwi splat with my name on it waiting for me!"