AN-Sorry for all of you who read iStart my Life. I didn't have as many chapters for that story saved away as I did for this one. I actually considered waiting and just updating both of them at the same time, but then I figured that would be unfair to those of you who just read this.
Also, like I've been saying, I will write any request that you guys send me, but I also like to try and keep everything as PG-PG13 as possible. So sometimes, I may just sort of tweak them, like I did with this one, to try and keep them within that rating.
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Commitment
"Hey, Freddie," Carly smiled, letting herself into the apartment at her best friends lived in. "Where's Sam?"
"Upstairs," Freddie replied, not looking up from the catalogue he was looking at. He had a pad of paper next to him and every now and then he would jot something down.
"Oh, well, her and I were supposed to go to Build-A-Bra today," Carly said, sitting down next to Freddie.
"Yeah, I know," Freddie nodded, flipping a page in his catalogue. "She's getting dressed now; she just woke up a few minutes ago."
"It's almost three in the afternoon," Carly pointed out.
"It's Sam," Freddie said simply.
"Very true," Carly laughed. "So, what'cha reading there?"
"Oh, um, nothing," Freddie said quickly.
"It doesn't look like nothing," Carly frowned. "Why can't I see it?"
"Because, um," Freddie stammered. "You-Hey!" Carly had grabbed the catalogue out of his hands.
"Oh my God!" Carly exclaimed. "Why are you looking at the Build-A-Bra catalogue?"
"It's not-"
"You are married to my best friend," Carly said angrily. "How can you just sit here and drool over chippy little models?"
"I'm not drooling over the models, Carly!" Freddie said, trying to grab the catalogue back.
"Right," Carly snapped. "I'm sure that you, a guy, would just be looking at this to see the wide variety of bras!"
"That's-"
"Hey, Carls," Sam said, walking into the room. "Are we ready to go?"
"Sam, you'll never guess what I caught, Freddie, the man you made a commitment to spend the rest of your life with, looking at!" Carly said, holding up the Build-A-Bra catalogue.
"Oh for the love of ham, aren't you done with that," Sam sighed. "You've been going through it all morning."
"Well I just got interrupted," Freddie said, grabbing the catalogue back from Sam.
"Well hurry it up!"
"Wait, wait, wait," Carly said, confused. "You knew he was going through the catalogue?"
"Yeah," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "I lost a bet with him..."
"So...he gets to stare at the models in there?" Carly frowned.
"No, I told you, I'm not looking at the models!" Freddie said.
"See, last night I bet him that I could shove more marshmallows into my mouth in a minute than he could," Sam explained. "And the winner got to make the loser do one thing for them. Whatever they wanted."
"And I won," Freddie said proudly.
"Only because I sneezed," Sam said. "So Fredguts gave me a choice. He said I either had to go to that new train restaurant, you know, the lame one where all the tables look like trains and there's rail tracks all over the floor?"
"It's a class place!" Freddie defended.
"What was your other choice then?" Carly asked.
"I had to let him pick out the bra I got from Build-A-Bra today," Sam said.
"Hence the catalogue," Freddie said.
"Wow," Carly laughed. "You guys are an...interesting couple. Well, at least this doesn't sound as bad as the train restaurant."
"Yeah, I know," Sam nodded. "But the nub's been extra-annoying all morning. He's been going through all my bras, looking at the sizes and all that chiz."
"Got to make sure I don't have you get one you already have," Freddie said, adding one last think to his note pad. "And I think I've got it. Here you go."
Sam grabbed the note pad and looked at it. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me! There's no way-"
"We had a deal, Sam," Freddie said, smiling. "If you don't want to get it, I can call and make reservations at Chug-a Chug-a Chew Chew right now and-"
"Fine," Sam snapped.
"Wow," Carly chuckled, looking at the note pad. "You must really hate trains, Sam."
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"No, Gibby, I'm telling, you, it's not normal to have hair between your toes," Freddie said, sitting on the couch later that afternoon, talking on his pearphone. "On them, sure, I guess, but not between. You should really see someone about that. Oh, and ask about that thing on your back too..."
Just then he heard the front door of the apartment swing open.
"I've got to go, Gib," Freddie said quickly. He hung up the phone just as Sam walked into the living room. "Hey, baby. Did you get it?"
"Yes," Sam huffed, tossing the bag at him. "I cannot believe you made me get that! Do you know how many weird looks I got at Build-A-Bra?"
"They were probably just jealous" Freddie asked, opening the bag. "I mean, who wouldn't want a Galaxy Wars bra? With Nug Nug straps and proton cruisers everywhere? It's every girls dream!"
"Yeah, keep thinking that," Sam said, shaking her head.
"Well, fine it's not every girls dream," Freddie admitted. "But still...I can't wait to see you wearing this."
"I'll bet," Sam grinned. "But guess what? You never will."
"What? Sam!" Freddie exclaimed. "We had a deal and-"
"Yeah, the deal was you get to pick a bra for me to make at Build-A-Bra," Sam said. "There was nothing in that deal about me ever wearing it."
"I-But-You-" Freddie stammered.
"Congratulations on your win, baby," Sam smiled, kissing his quickly. "I'm going to go deep fry some spaghetti."
"No, wait, Sam!" Freddie exclaimed as Sam headed into the kitchen. "You can't do this to me!"
But Sam ignored her, smiling triumphantly.
"Man," Freddie moaned. He smacked his forehead. "Always think of the loopholes, Benson! You've always got to think of the loopholes!"
