Lyric
"Hey, what do you think of these earrings?" Carly asked, coming downstairs into the kitchen, where Sam was busy frying some bacon.
"Cute," Sam nodded. "Why? You gonna wear them on your date tonight?"
"Maybe," Carly shrugged. "If I can find a cute dress to go with it. Or do people not wear dresses when they go bowling? Would I look like an idiot if I showed up at the bowling alley with Mitchel wearing a dress? Would I be known as the girl who wears dresses when she bowls?"
"Easy there, kid," Sam said. "Don't freak out. You still have seven hours to figure out your plan."
"Eh, I guess," Carly said. "I just want to make a good impression. I mean, Mitchel is awesome. He's sweet and funny and he's in a band…if I can wow him tonight, maybe he'll write a song about me and I can have the lyrics painted on our future baby's wall."
"Yeah…you should probably simmer it down, otherwise you'll be writing your own song lyrics in an insane asylum," Sam chuckled. She pushed her bacon around in the frying pan. "Man! How long does this new bacon Spencer bought take to cook? I've been at this for half an hour!"
"It takes longer because it has more fat or something," Carly explained.
"For real?" Sam grinned. She looked down at the meat. "And I thought you couldn't get anymore perfect."
"Maybe I should just wear some jeans tonight," Carly said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge as Sam began to slide her bacon onto a large plate. "Sort of go for the casual look. Freddie thinks you look hot when you just wear jeans, so maybe Mitchel will think I do too."
"Go for it," Sam nodded. "Hey, do you know where the barbecue sauce is? I need to coat my bacon in it before I can chow down."
"It's probably in the studio, where you left it," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "You know, when you were making S'mores?"
"Oh right," Sam said, running towards the steps.
Just as Sam disappeared upstairs, the apartment door opened and Freddie walked in.
"I'm starved!" he announced, slamming the door shut."
"Hello to you too," Carly chuckled.
"My mom found my secret stash of normal food and threw it all away," Freddie sighed. "So now all I have to eat at my place are seaweed chews and tofu logs."
"Ew," Carly cringed. "I'm so sorry."
Freddie sniffed the air. "Whoa, something smells really good. Is there bacon here?"
"Yup," Carly nodded.
"Oh yes! I need me some bacon," Freddie said, spotting the plate of bacon on the island. He headed over to it and was just about to pick up a piece of the delectable smelling meat, when he paused.
"Wait," he said slowly. "Whose bacon is this?"
"Sam made it," Carly replied. "She just went upstairs to grab her barbecue sauce."
"And you almost let me eat my girlfriend's bacon?" Freddie exclaimed, dropping his piece back down quickly. "What have I done to you, Carly?"
"There's another pack in the fridge," Carly told him. "You can cook yourself some more if you want. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get myself all dolled up to look casual on my date tonight."
"How do you doll yourself up to just look-"
"It's possible, alright!" Carly snapped, starting up the steps.
Freddie rolled his eyes as he washed out the frying pan and placed a few strips of bacon into it, hearing the fat sizzle as they began to cook.
He heard footsteps on the stairs, and a second later his girlfriend appeared, carrying a large bottle of barbecue sauce.
"Hey, baby," she said, walking over to him and giving him a quick kiss.
"Hey yourself, cuteness," Freddie grinned.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Oh, I was craving some non-organic food, so I decided to have some bacon," Freddie told her. "But don't worry, I'm cooking my own. I didn't touch any of yours over there."
Sam frowned. "Dude, there's a whole pile of bacon on my plate."
"I know," Freddie shrugged. "But I know how testy you get when people take your food. I mean, look at what happened to Gibby when he took the cherry off of your milkshake the other day…I wonder if he can clap again yet."
"So, basically…you were afraid to take my food?" Sam said slowly.
"Um, well…sort of," Freddie admitted.
"Freddie," Sam sighed. "We're dating. We've been boyfriend and girlfriend for almost a year. You don't have to be afraid to eat my food."
"But what about your no-share policy with your snacks?" Freddie pointed out.
Sam gave him a small smile as reached for a piece of her bacon and handed it to Freddie, who looked absolutely shocked at her gesture.
"You're the exception to that rule," she said softly. "The only exception."
