Sphere
"Aw, man, they forgot the spinach," T-Bo moaned as he opened up the box of pizza.
"So? Who puts spinach on their pizza anyway?" Freddie shrugged as him, Spencer and Gibby all grabbed pieces from the box.
"Well how else am I supposed to get my weekly serving of veggies?" T-Bo asked.
"At least they remembered the anchovies on my part," Gibby said happily.
"Gross, how can you stand to eat those salty little fish?" Freddie asked as he began to carefully pour red pepper flakes and parmesan cheese onto his slice of pizza.
"Um, they're delicious, especially if you eat them with a side of humus," Gibby said.
"And yet...girls throw themselves at you," Freddie said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"They can't resist the Gibby," Gibby said, digging into his pizza.
"So what are we even going to do tonight anyway?" T-Bo asked. "I thought we were supposed to have a dude's night?"
"We are," Spencer said. "You haven't been having fun?"
"All I've done is sit here and watch you pathetic fools play game sphere for three hours," T-Bo said. "This is the first night in three weeks I've been out! Mrs. Benson's been making me help her sort out her knitting yarn!"
"Why don't you just say no?" Spencer asked.
"Um, those knitting needles of hers are pretty sharp," Freddie said. "Man, I remember when that used to be my job. That's one of the many reasons I'm glad I moved out."
"Yeah, thanks for that," T-Bo snapped. "Now, in addition to her lectures on my 'lack of personal hygiene', I have to listen to that batty woman cry about how her 'darling little Freddikins moved out and left her all on her own'!"
"Sorry," Freddie said. "But come on, can you blame me? I'm twenty-two years old, I just got a great new job at the Pear company...it had to happen!"
"Does she know you moved in with Sam yet?" Gibby asked.
"What?" Spencer exclaimed. "You moved in with Sam?"
"Um, yeah," Freddie said, glaring at Gibby. "And I told you not to mention that to him, Gibby!"
"Hey, I'm just trying to eat some anchovies," Gibby said.
"Wait, wait," Spencer said. "Sam's apartment only has one bedroom. How can you be living with her?"
"Oh, well, you see," Freddie stammered. "I-um, we-"
"Do you sleep on the couch?" Spencer asked. "Or do you-Ah!" he let out a gasp as a look of understanding came onto his face.
"Look, Spencer-" Freddie started, slowing inching himself away from the man.
"Now things are starting to get interesting," T-Bo said, taking a satisfied swig of his Mountain Fizz as he watched the scene in front of him.
"There had better bunk beds in that room!" Spencer exclaimed.
"Spencer," Freddie said. "Sam and I are both adults and-"
"Are there bunk beds or not?"
"Um...no," Freddie said.
"How-You-No!" Spencer cried. "No! Now I've got images, and how dare you? I always thought you were a gentleman! You're just a-a-non-gentleman, yeah. A non-gentleman."
"A non-gentleman?" Freddie repeated.
"Yes," Spencer said firmly.
"I'm confused," Gibby frowned. "What's being a gentleman have to do with bunk beds?"
"There's just so much not right about you," T-Bo said, shaking his head.
"Look, Spencer, I'm really sorry you had to find out about it this way," Freddie said. "I know you're just as protective of Sam as you are Carly. But...it's me. Do you really think I'm going to hurt Sam in anyway? We decided to move in together because we love each other."
Spencer mumbled something under his breath.
"Alright, I get it, you need some time to accept the idea," Freddie said. "But in the meantime, just please don't mention this to my mom. She doesn't know, and you know how she'd react."
"Well that's exactly what I'll do," Spencer said, getting to his feet. "Maybe your wise mother can put a stop to this-this...monkey business!"
"So now there are monkeys?" Gibby frowned. "I'm so lost!"
"What? No!" Freddie exclaimed jumping up and blocking the door. "Spencer! She'll freak out even worse than you! She hates Sam! This could make my mom do something crazy! Worse than just making me move out of Sam's place!"
"But-you-and Sam-and-Ah!" Spencer moaned.
"I'm sorry, okay, Spencer?" Freddie pleaded. "But just don't tell her, okay? I thought you liked me and Sam dating anyway?"
"Yes, dating," Spencer nodded. "As in you take her out to a lovely dinner, walk her home to her apartment, where she lives alone, and give a polite kiss on the cheek good night."
"A kiss on the cheek?" Freddie frowned.
"Man, what decade are you from?" T-Bo asked.
"Spencer, please don't tell my mom about this, okay?" Freddie said desperately. "I know that she doesn't control me anymore, but that won't stop her from breaking into Sam's apartment and forcing me to leave Sam."
"I-I-well, I don't want you to leave her," Spencer mumbled. "Fine, I won't say anything to her."
"Thanks," Freddie sighed. "And listen, I'm really sorry you had to find out about it this way. Sam and I just knew you'd probably react this way, that's why we didn't want to tell you right now. We thought you'd be happier not knowing!"
"Yeah, I was," Spencer said. "And so I'm going to continue pretending that I don't know."
"Um, sure, let's do that," Freddie shrugged, sitting back down next to Gibby.
"Aw man, so now the drama's over?" T-Bo groaned.
"Hey, if it will solve anything, I can give you the old bunk bed me and Guppy used to share, Freddie," Gibby said. "Though I still don't get why you not having one gave Spencer such a heart attack."
