AN-This is a sequel to chapter 324, where the girls want Freddie to tell them who the better kisser is, and he winds up being saved by Spencer before he has to answer.
Waffle
"Man, what a great day of savings!" Spencer said happily as him and Freddie returned to the Shay's apartment. "We got two sponge mops for the price of one, forty percent off a roll of Velcro and enough waffle irons to last a lifetime."
"Yeah, it was a real, er, blast," Freddie yawned. "Thanks again for saving me back there…I can't believe those two expected me to tell them who I thought the better kisser was."
"Girls can be crazy sometimes," Spencer said, fumbling for his keys.
"Tell me about it," Freddie said as Spencer unlocked the door. "Anyway, I'm just gonna grab my Pearpad that I left in there, and then I think I'm just gonna-ah!"
When Spencer swung open the door, they were greeted by Carly and Sam, who were standing right at the entranceway.
"Were you waiting here for us?" Spencer frowned.
"No, genius, you guys were practically screaming outside the door," Sam said. "It's not made of stone, you know."
"Yeah," Carly nodded. "And we still need to talk to Freddie about a certain question he has yet to answer."
"Well, have fun with that!" Spencer said, turning to head back out the door.
"Dude!" Freddie hissed. "You're going to abandon me?"
"Hey, I saved you once," Spencer pointed out. "You're on your own now."
"But-Come back!" Freddie yelled as Spencer hurried out. "Aw man."
"Freddie, come on," Carly said. "All you have to do is tell us who you think kisses better. Me, or Sam. Sam and I already agreed that we won't get mad at you over the results, so why are you being such a baby?"
"You guys, this is completely unfair," Freddie moaned.
"Just tell us who kisses better already so we can get this over with," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "I'm sick of hearing this one go on and on about it."
"Not happening," Freddie said firmly.
"Okay," Carly said simply. "Then I guess you don't want to hear the little deal Sam and I worked out for you…"
"No, I-little deal?" Freddie frowned.
"Yup," Carly smiled. She pulled out two sheets of paper from her pocket. "While you were off hiding with Spencer, Sam and I decided to rate all of the guys we've kissed from best to worst…aren't you just a tiny bit curious to see where you fall on each of our lists?"
Freddie stared at the two pieces of paper in Carly's hand. She did have a point…he did sort of want to know what each of them thought of his lip work. But was it worth it?
Freddie let out a sigh of defeat. "Are you going to let me rest if I keep on refusing to tell you?"
"No, probably not," Carly said.
"And…you both totally promise that there will be no hard feelings or kicking me?"
"We promise," Carly nodded.
"And you'll really let me see your lists after I tell you?" Freddie asked.
"That's the deal."
"Well then…fine," Freddie conceded. "I'll tell you guys."
"Whoa, you're going to cave just like that?" Sam exclaimed.
"Sam!" Carly snapped. "What are you doing?"
"Well I just think the nub should have more of a backbone, that's all," Sam mumbled.
"You said you were fine with the list plan!"
"Yeah, when I thought it wouldn't-Ugh, never mind. Just spit it out, Fredbat, I don't have all day," Sam said.
"Okay," Freddie said, taking a deep breath. "Of the two of you, I-I personally think that the better kisser is…" He took one last quick glance at Carly and Sam before diverting his gaze down to his sneakers. "Sam."
Sam looked quite surprised, but she didn't say anything.
"Alright," Carly said. "Thank you. See? No hurt feelings, no inappropriate kicking. It was no big deal."
"Yeah, yeah," Freddie said, his face still red. "Now it's your turn. Let me see the lists."
"Here you go," Carly said, handing him the sheets of paper.
"Is this really necessary?" Sam asked.
"A deal's a deal," Freddie smirked.
"Yeah, Freddie was mature enough to tell us who he thought was the better kisser, we can show our lists," Carly said to her best friend. She turned back to Freddie. "Okay, the one on top is mine."
Freddie unfolded Carly's list and saw that there was no less than twelve names on it.
"Wow, Carly," Freddie chuckled.
"Stop," Carly said, blushing slightly. "It's not that bad. Besides, it's really not that many."
"So I can tell Spencer how many guys you've kissed than?" Sam grinned.
"Oh God, no," Carly said.
Freddie rolled his eyes as he looked for his name. "Okay," he said, scanning the list. "Out of the twelve guys you've kissed, I'm number…seven?"
"Who's on top?" Sam asked.
"Kyle," Carly told her. "You know, that brainy guy. He might have been unnaturally smart, but that boy sure could kiss…"
"How lovely," Freddie said, putting aside Carly's list. He began to unfold Sam's.
"Alright, before you read that, you should just keep in mind that I haven't kissed as many dudes as Ms. Sugar Lips over here," Sam said. "So don't freak out or anything about-"
"I'm number one?" Freddie said, a cocky grin beginning to creep onto his face.
"You rated him as the best guy you've kissed?" Carly asked.
"Well, I-I said I didn't have as many dudes as you to compare him to," Sam defended, though her face was now more red than Freddie's or Sam's had been. "See, there's only three guys on that list. So really, it's not big of an honor. So get over yourself, Fredbush."
"But still, he's ahead of Pete," Carly said, looking over Freddie's shoulder at Sam's list. "And-Wait, who's Philip Porter?"
"Some guy I met at the butcher's shop," Sam shrugged. "We started talking while I was waiting for my ham, he told me I was pretty, and then he just sort of kissed me…He asked me if I wanted to go out some time, but he had this weird eye twitch thing going on, so I passed. Plus he was a pretty awful kisser."
"Ah," Carly nodded understandingly. "Well then, Freddie, there you go. You told us who was the better kisser, and we told you what we thought of your kissing…I'd say this was a pretty productive day, wouldn't you say?"
"Sure," Freddie shrugged. "I guess."
"And wouldn't you say it was a productive day, Sam?" Carly asked. "I mean, you told Freddie he was the best guy you've ever kissed and Freddie said that he thought you were the better kisser…"
"Okay?" Sam frowned, giving Carly a strange look.
"Yup," Carly said, looking back and forth between her two best friends. "Pretty interesting stuff…anything either one of you would like to say about the fact that both of you seem to be so…fond of each other's lips?"
"What are you talking about?" Freddie asked, giving her a confused look.
"Yeah, you're being all weird," Sam nodded.
"Ugh!" Carly groaned, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. "Unbelievable! You two just can't-Man!"
She stormed upstairs, mumbling something about her best friend's being 'impossible to work with'.
"What's her deal?" Freddie asked.
"No clue," Sam shrugged.
