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"Sam," Freddie sighed, trying to hide the frustration in his voice as he looked up at his girlfriend, who was tapping the corner of their table with a pen repeatedly. "Must you?"
"Whoa, someone's on the jank," Sam said, reaching over and taking a sip of his insanely large coffee.
"I'm trying to get some work done," Freddie said, taking his coffee back.
"Dude, ease up, will you?" Sam said, rolling her eyes. "The best thing about college is that there's no homework! I haven't gotten one assignment from any of my classes this whole semester!"
"Yes, but you do know you're supposed to be studying for midterms, which count for half your grade," Freddie said. "That's why we have all this time."
"I'll wing it," Sam shrugged. "Now come on, it's almost ten! The library's gonna be closing in an hour. Let's do something fun tonight."
"I just want to get through one more chapter in my programing class," Freddie said.
Sam groaned and leaned over, closing his book. "You would really rather stay here all night then go out with me?"
Freddie's heart began to race as realized how close Sam was to him…her lips almost touching his. He instinctively began to lean forward to meet hers, but she pulled away before he could taste her sweet lips.
"Well," she sighed, grabbing her bag and getting up from their table. "I guess if you'd really rather just study, I'll go back to my dorm room and-"
"I studied enough today, I guess," Freddie said quickly, shoveling his books into his bag.
Sam smiled happily to herself. "Too easy…"
The couple hurried back to the dorm room that Sam and Carly shared.
"So what do you wanna do?" Freddie asked as Sam pulled her room key out of her pocket.
"I dunno," Sam shrugged. "We could go dancing, or go catch a movie…anything beats sitting in that library for another hour."
"You didn't even do any work," Freddie chuckled as they pushed the door open.
"It was still boring," Sam said.
"Oh good, you guys are back!" Carly said, looking up from her mirror where she was applying a shiny coat of lip-gloss. "I was just about to call you…how would you guys like to go to a party?"
"A party?" Freddie frowned, sitting down on the edge of Sam's bed. "I dunno…"
"Oh come on, please," Carly begged. "This cute boy in my Anthropology class told me about it; it's supposed to be insane, and I don't want to go by myself."
"Hey, I could go for a party," Sam nodded. "You in, baby?"
"Well…you two go ahead," Freddie said. "I'm really not much of a partier."
"But you'll have so much fun!" Carly said. "You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Besides, Sam and I have been to college parties, and you've been here almost a whole semester and you haven't been to one."
"Yeah, Fredward, if I grew up with a crazy mom like yours, I'd go party crazy the second I got rid of her," Sam said.
"Are you two peer pressuring me?" Freddie asked.
"No," Sam said, putting her arms around her. "If you really don't want to go…I'll stay back with you. I'm sure Carly could just go to the party with the girls next door to us."
"Yeah," Carly nodded. "It's fine, Freddie."
"Well…wait a minute," Freddie said slowly. "I guess…I guess it would be interesting to see what one of these crazy college parties is about…"
"So you'll come?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Freddie conceded. "I'll go."
…
"Wow, this looks awesome!" Carly commented as her, Sam and Freddie walked into the party an hour later. There were flashing lights everywhere and the stereo was blasting so loud that Freddie could feel his eardrums pounding.
"Yeah, finally, a party that actually lives up to its expectation," Sam nodded.
"Hey, there's the cute guy that invited me here," Carly said, nudging Sam and nodding over to a tall, dark haired guy who was dancing around like a maniac. "I'm gonna go say hi to him."
"Alright," Sam said. She looked up at her boyfriend. "So, baby. You liking it so far?"
"Um…yeah, sure," Freddie nodded, plastering a fake smile on. "This-This is totally my scene."
"Well, come on, I don't wanna just stand around," Sam said, taking his hand. "Dance with me!"
"Oh, um, yeah," Freddie said as Sam led him out to the dance floor, where there were a bunch of people (who did not seem to be fully 'coherent') were jumping around waving their arms and laughing.
Freddie had taken Sam dancing once or twice back in Seattle (after numerous hints from Carly that Sam had probably persuaded her to drop), but it was nothing like this. Freddie could feel people all around him and it was all he could do to keep Sam in his sight.
"Hey!" a bubbly red head suddenly said, staggering up to Freddie. "You are hot! Wanna dance with me?"
"Um, no, no," Freddie said. "Um…I'm dancing with my girlfriend, Sam." He pulled Sam closer to him.
"But I'm prettier than her!" the girl pouted.
Sam glared at her. If she didn't have a policy about beating up chicks in her condition, this freak would be flipped over on the floor already.
"Hey, Blondie!" a guy said, approaching Sam. "Wanna come over here with me?"
"Hey! She's my-" Freddie started by Sam quickly kicked his shin.
"Oh calm down," she hissed. "You're gonna get yourself beat up! Besides, he doesn't even know what he's doing right now, I bet. Here," she grabbed the red head's wrist and pulled her over to the boy. "You two…dance."
"Okay!" the red head said happily.
Sam turned back to Freddie and sighed, seeing how uncomfortable he was. "Come on, baby, let's take a break from dancing," she said.
"If you insist," Freddie said, trying to play off what a nightmare he had just experienced. "I'm pretty thirsty; wanna get some punch?"
"It's spiked punch," Sam told him. "Just so you know…"
"Spiked with what?" Freddie asked. "A new flavoring? I hear Whaoo Punch makes these fruit flavored powders to add that gives their punch an extra kick."
"Um…well you'll definitely get an extra kick," Sam said, shaking her head. But she couldn't help but smile at her boyfriend's naivety. "Man, your mom really did a good job of keeping you as 'innocent' as possible."
"Oh…thanks?"
"Not a compliment," Sam chuckled. She put her hand on his shoulder. "You don't really like it here, do you?"
Freddie sighed. "Um…not exactly. But hey, don't worry about me. You wanted to have fun tonight, so we will."
Sam smiled. "No, come on, let's get out of here. We can go back to my dorm and do something you'd probably enjoy more, you know, since we'll have the place to ourselves."
"I like where this is going," Freddie grinned.
Sam spotted Carly with a large group of people, chatting and laughing. She quickly tapped her best friend's shoulder, and Carly spun around.
"Oh, hey Sam!" Carly smiled. "You and Freddie having a good time?"
"Um, yeah, but I think we're gonna head back home," Sam said. "You alright here by yourself?"
"Yeah," Carly nodded.
"Okay, but Freddie and I will walk you home though," Carly said. "So just call us when you're ready and we'll come and get you."
"Thanks," Carly smiled. "Have fun you guys. Sorry I sort of forced you out in the first place."
"Eh, it's cool, the nub needed to get one party in him," Sam shrugged. "And now he knows for sure that it is not his scene."
Carly laughed, and then turned back around to her group.
"I'm sorry I wasn't too good at this whole 'party' thing," Freddie said as him and Sam left, heading back towards Sam's dorm.
Sam rolled her eyes. "I didn't expect you to be…but I wanted you to actually do something fun. You've been going crazy studying lately. And I can still just go out with Carly like I usually do while you stay in and web chat your crazy mother."
"Hey, I only need to call her three times a day now," Freddie defended.
"Oh, well don't get too carried away there then," Sam laughed.
