AN-I think I've already done a few like this before, but I got a request for another one, so here you go
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Teeth
"Sam, I really think you put a little too much butter on this popcorn," Carly said, wiping off her butter-covered hand after she had grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl on Sam's lap.
"It needed flavor," Sam defended.
"You haven't even eaten any!" Carly said, rolling her eyes. "You've been to busy snacking on your boyfriend's lips over there!"
"Fine," Sam said, grabbing a large handful and stuffing it in her mouth. "There!"
"Very attractive, baby," Freddie laughed.
"Could you guys keep it down?" Gibby asked. "Some of us are trying to watch the movie here!"
"Sorry, Gib," Carly said. She frowned, looking over at the boy. "Um…are you flossing your teeth in my living room?"
"Well I've got kernels stuck in there!" Gibby said, continuing to floss his teeth.
"What goes on?" Spencer asked, coming into the apartment. "Whoa! Is that the movie where the robot goes to Pluto in search of the giant kangaroo?"
"Yeah, you wanna watch?" Carly asked her brother. "You know, if you don't mind sitting out here with Sam and Freddie, who can't seem to go five minutes without smooching their lips together!"
"What?" Sam said as her and Freddie broke apart.
"Nah, I've seen this movie at least a dozen times," Spencer said. "The kangaroo winds up falling in love with the robot and they live out the rest of their lives on Pluto."
"Dude!" Freddie exclaimed. "Way to ruin the ending!"
"Yeah! You-You ruiner!" Gibby snapped.
"Sorry! Sorry, I forgot you haven't seen it before!" Spencer said, running into his room to avoid the pillow Sam had just hurled at him.
"Well, no point in watching this now," Carly sighed, turning the television off. She looked at her Pearphone. "Besides, it's nearly one thirty, and I need to be up at nine for my pedicure appointment. You sure you don't want to come with me, Sam?"
"Quite," Sam nodded.
"Um, don't I get an invitation?" Gibby asked.
"You want to go for a pedicure?" Carly frowned.
"Yeah, I have this bunion thing that I want to get checked out, and-"
"Oops, they're all booked for tomorrow!" Carly said quickly.
"But you just asked Sam if-"
"Well, see you Gib, have a safe scooter ride home!" Carly said, opening the door for him.
"We should probably get to bed too," Freddie yawned. "I'm pretty tired."
"I hope you still have at least a little energy left," Sam grinned as her and Freddie got to her feet.
"Okay, let's not make my puke up my popcorn," Carly said. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."
"Bye, Carls," Sam said as she headed out the door with her boyfriend.
Carly quickly washed out the empty popcorn bowl and was about to head upstairs to bed when Spencer came running out of his room.
"Hey, is Sam still up?" he asked. "I just remembered I told Socko he could store a bunch of turkeys in our fridge tomorrow, and I forgot to make room for them. I need her to eat some of the leftovers."
"Sam left," Carly told him.
"She's not sleeping over here?" Spencer frowned.
"Nah, not tonight," Carly replied.
"She didn't walk home by herself though, at this hour, did she?" Spencer asked, concerned. "That's way too dangerous, even for her!"
"Don't worry," Carly said. "She's staying over at Freddie's."
"Mrs. Benson's allowing that?" Spencer asked.
"Nah, she's helping her sister, Susan, with a mole problem," Carly explained. "And T-Bo's visiting his sister in Canada."
"Ah," Spencer nodded. "Well then I'll just go over there then and ask her to come over and-"
"No!" Carly exclaimed quickly, running to the door to block her brother. "You can't go over there!"
"Sure I can," Spencer chuckled. "Besides, I'm not going to wake her up if I see her sleeping on Mrs. Benson's sofa bed out in the living room. I'll just leave and-"
"She…she won't be on the sofa bed," Carly said.
"Well why would she sleep on the floor when-"
"Aw, Spencer, come on! Please don't make me spell it out for you!" Carly moaned. "Can't you put two and two together? They've got the apartment to themselves…they're probably in the middle of certain…activities, right now."
"It's too late to be having a Pictionary tournament, silly," Spencer scoffed. "And I'm sure Sam's still up. Freddie probably had to make up her bed and-"
"For crying out loud, Spencer, they're both sleeping in Freddie's bed!" Carly snapped.
"What?!"
"Yes, and they're definitely not over there playing Pictionary," Carly said. "Look…it's a little uncomfortable for me to talk about; they're my best friends, and thinking of them over there doing…that is really icky. So can you just please give them there space, and try to forget that I ever said anything about it?"
"But-But-That's-I-No!" Spencer moaned. "Ah! I never, ever, ever, ever wanted to hear anything about that!"
"So just never bring it up again!" Carly said. "That's what I plan on doing."
…
"Hey, Spencer," Freddie said brightly the next morning, letting himself into the Shay's apartment. "What's up? Carly still at her pedicure appointment?"
"Um, yeah," Spencer nodded.
"Ah," Freddie said, sitting down on the couch next to Spencer. "Well Sam's picking her mom up from her plastic surgeon, so you mind if I chill out over here for a little bit?"
"Actually, I sort of wanted to, um, talk with you," Spencer said, turning off the T.V.
"Okay," Freddie shrugged. "Wait…this isn't about that shopping trip to the mall last week? Because you swore you'd never bring that up again, and I-"
"No, it's not about that!" Spencer said quickly, shuddering at the memory. "It's about…guy things."
"Um, alright…I guess," Freddie frowned. "What's going on?"
"Alright, look, I don't-this isn't the funnest thing in the world for me to be bringing up, so just bear with me," Spencer said. "But the thing is…it has come to my attention that you and Sam are actively engaging in some…activities."
"Activities?" Freddie repeated. He gave Spencer a strange look. "Um…you-you don't mean-"
"Ah! Don't say it!" Spencer said, covering his ears. "But yes! Yes…that."
"Oh…" Freddie said awkwardly, looking down at his lap. "But-But how did you even know that we were-"
"Please, I happen to be very instinctive about these things," Spencer said. "But that's not the point!"
"Um, Spence, no offense or anything, but could we not do this?" Freddie pleaded. "Come on, this is so…awkward. Sam and I are dating, I love her, she loves me…this is kind of the thing that people do when they feel this way."
"Okay, okay, I get that," Spencer said. "But…I…you know Sam's like, practically my sister too. I just want to make sure that you guys were you know…being 'safe' and all that stuff…"
"Oh, well, um, we-we are," Freddie mumbled, blushing furiously.
"Okay…good," Spencer said, his face also etched in uncofortableness. "And-And you didn't 'pressure' her or anything? Because if you did, I-"
"Spencer! No! I didn't!" Freddie exclaimed. "It's something that both of us talked about and agreed that we wanted to, you know, do."
Spencer sighed. "Okay…just-just please make sure you guys are responsible…And let's never bring this up again."
"Yeah, no arguments there," Freddie said, breathing a sigh of relief. "But I will say that this was better than my mom's little 'birds and the bees' talk she gave me a few years ago…"
