AN-I'd be lying if I didn't say this was definitely inspired by a Friends episode, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

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Flower

"Hey? Carls?" Sam whispered, poking her head into her best friend's apartment. "Fredward here?"

"Um, no," Carly frowned, closing her magazine. "Why?"

"Oh, you know, just-just wondering," Sam said, now coming into the apartment.

"Okay," Carly shrugged. "Hey, it's pretty hot out today. What do you say we find that boyfriend of yours and get Spencer to drive us to the beach?"

"No!" Sam said quickly.

"Why not?" Carly asked. "You love the beach! We both know you like having an excuse to gawk at Freddie without a shirt."

"It's just…let's not do the beach or pool or anything like that for like, two months, okay?' Sam said.

"Okay, Puckett, what's going on?" Carly sighed.

Sam sighed. "Lock the door, then I'll show you."

"Lock the door?"

"Yes! Now go or I'm not gonna show you!"

"Alright, alright!" Carly said, giving Sam a strange look as she locked the front door. "Now what is it that-Oh my God!"

Sam had lifted up the edge of her shirt to reveal her hip, which was now inked with a pig eating a piece of fried chicken.

"Is that a tattoo?" Carly whispered, her eyes widening.

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "I got it a few hours ago…What do you think?"

"I mean, it looks nice," Carly said. "I just never knew you were thinking of getting one."

"Eh, I've had the idea in the back of my mind for a few weeks," Sam shrugged. "I wasn't planning on getting one now though. But then on my way to get some ribs this morning, I passed the tattoo parlor and saw an old friend of my mom's in there and I figured…why not?"

"Did it hurt?" Carly asked. "Your hip's still really red."

"No," Sam said quickly.

Carly gave her a knowing look.

"Okay, fine, yes it hurt," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "But it was worth it."

"As long you like it, then, I guess," Carly smiled. "But…wait a minute. Does Freddie know you got a tattoo?"

Sam looked down at her shoes. "Um…I-I didn't really exactly mention it to him."

"Ohhhh," Carly nodded. "And you don't know how he's going to react, huh?"

"Well I don't think he's ever been the biggest fan of tattoos in the first place," Sam sighed. "You think he'll be mad?"

"Nah, even if he doesn't love tattoos, he loves you," Carly told her. "It's your body, and Freddie's not the type of guy to be all controlling about that stuff."

"I know," Sam said. "But still…don't mention it to him yet, okay? I'll tell him myself. Eventually."

Sam yawned as she headed down into her kitchen, still wearing her pajamas.

"Morning, baby," Freddie said brightly from the kitchen.

"Hey," Sam frowned. "What-What are you doing here?"

"Your mom let me in on the way to some single's festival," Freddie explained. "So I thought I'd make you a little breakfast."

"Eggs, bacon, French toast," Sam smiled. "Wow, you know how to really earn your boyfriend points."

Freddie chuckled, snaking his arms around her waist as he leaned down to kiss her.

Sam winced slightly as Freddie put his arms on her hips. Her one hip was still a bit tender from the tattoo.

"What's wrong?" Freddie asked, noticing.

"Nothing," Sam said quickly, tugging down her tank top, which was beginning to rise up. "Just really starved."

"Well good thing breakfast is now done," Freddie said, piling several strips of bacon onto a plate, along with the eggs and French toast.

"So how about you and I chill out here and watch T.V. or something before we go to Carly's house?" Freddie suggested.

"Hey, the longer I can put off getting dressed, the better," Sam said. "You want some orange juice? My mom dated a produce manager last week, so we have a whole bunch of fruit juices."

"Yeah, okay," Freddie nodded, setting two plates on the table.

Sam headed to the cabinet to grab the glasses. She had to stand on her toes and stretch her arm to try and get them, since they were on the top shelf.

"Here, let me help you," Freddie said, chuckling at the sight of his small girlfriend struggling to get the glasses. He reached for them easily, but as he handed them to Sam, he frowned.

"Hey, what's that there?"

"What?" Sam asked, grabbing the juice from the fridge.

"On your hip," Freddie said.

"Huh? Oh! N-Nothing!" Sam said, nearly dropping the juice as she yanked down the edge of her tank top, which had risen as she tried to get the glasses.

"Was that like a bruise or something?" Freddie asked.

"Um, it's just a birthmark," Sam said quickly.

"You don't have a birthmark on your hip," Freddie said. "You have one on the bottom of your foot, but not on-"

"Okay, look, just…don't freak out, okay?" Sam conceded.

"Freak out about what?" Freddie asked as Sam lifted up the bottom of her shirt to show him her tattoo.

He stared at for a minute, and Sam felt herself growing more and more nervous as each second went by.

"Well…say something," she finally said.

"Is-Is that, you know, Henna?" Freddie asked slowly.

Sam shook her head. "It's real, baby."

"Oh," Freddie said lamely. "And, um, how-how long have you had it?"

"I got it yesterday," Sam replied. "I just thought it looked cool…I mean I saw this chick in there getting a tattoo of a flower in there and I thought it looked awesome. Obviously I didn't want to get the same tattoo, but, you know…Look, are you mad?"

"I'm not mad," Freddie said, still staring at the tattoo on his girlfriend's hip.

"Yes you are," Sam sighed. "I probably should've talked to you at least a little before I got it, but I really wanted-" she was cut off as he pressed his lips to hers, hard.

"Sam," he said when they finally pulled apart. "I'm okay with this. I'm not in charge of what you put on your body."

"Yeah, but you don't like tattoos," Sam mumbled.

"You know, I didn't think I did…" Freddie said, still eyeing her hip. "But I've got to say, baby…I think I really like this one…it looks sort of…sexy."

"Really?" Sam grinned.

"Uh-huh," Freddie nodded, pulling her closer to him. "Very."