AN-Hey, so this is just something I wanted to say really quick. I mean this in the politest way possible; I don't want it seem like an angry rant or anything. First, thank you guys so much for the reviews and feedback and requests that you all have been sending me. I love hearing your ideas and what you think of my chapters. But at the same time, I totally get that there are some chapters that not everybody likes, for whatever reason. I'm fine with that. No story is perfect, and constructive criticism is always welcomed. In fact, I ENJOY hearing what I need to improve on, because it helps me get stronger as a writer. But simply saying that the story is a 'silly stupid excuse for a story' and is 'crappy trash', doesn't really tell me what's wrong with it. Again, I'm not upset or disheartened over reading those comments in my reviews ( I mean, after reading all of the great reviews that you guys have been leaving me, how can I be? Lol) nor am I saying that I want only nice, sweet, positive reviews for this story (even though those are always nice to read). But if you think that a chapter wasn't very good or lacked something, please tell me, whether through a review or a PM or whatever, what exactly it was about it that you didn't like so that way I can make sure the next chapter is better:)

I love writing this story, and I appreciate all the support you all have been giving it. I didn't write this AN to call anyone out, or anything like that. My only purpose in writing this was to let you all know that you can communicate with me if you see something that can be improved on in this story, and that I'm open to that. Sorry that this was so long, just wanted to get that out there:) So anyway, onto the oneshot!

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Mustard

"Wow," Carly grinned, opening the door of the apartment her and Sam shared, looking at Freddie and Gibby, who were standing outside. "Don't you two look all spiffy?"

"Thanks," Freddie said as him and Gibby entered the apartment. "We didn't know what to wear exactly."

"I thought you and Gibby were just having a guys night," Carly frowned as the three of them headed into the kitchen, where Sam was sitting at the table, squirting mustard on crackers.
"They are," Sam said, giving Freddie a quick kiss. "They're going out to a club."

"A club?" Carly repeated. "You two?"

"Hey! What's so surprising about that?" Gibby frowned.

"Nothing," Carly said quickly. "It's just, well, you know, the two of you seem more like 'stay home and watch T.V. guys'."

"Um, Gibby and I happen to be very hip, hot, studs," Freddie defended. "If we want to tackle the party scene, we'll tackle the party scene."

"They're mad because when we were at the Pottery Barrel, the saleslady tried to sell them this new cologne," Sam grinned. "What was it…Tame Tide?"

"We'll show you," Gibby said confidently. "We're Foxy Fellow cologne guys."

"Why are your nails so shiny?" Carly asked.

"Oh, I just got them buffed," Gibby said.

"What wild freaks," Sam chuckled, wrapping her arms around Freddie.

"Ha, ha," Freddie said dryly. "You're just jealous that you and Carly aren't invited out on guys night."

"Yeah," Carly said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "All we have is the complete fourth season of Lifeguard Palazzo on DVD and a fridge full of junk food."

"How will we ever enjoy ourselves watching hot shirtless guys and stuffing our face with pizza?" Sam smirked.

"Oh, so you're allowed to drool over lifeguards, but you flip out when I said that Princess Ablogata looked nice in her Robe of Curiosity," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"I did not flip out," Sam snapped.

"You threw a pickle at me!"

"Oh just go on your stupid little guys night!" Sam said.

"Yeah, we'd better get going," Freddie said to Gibby, looking at his phone.

"Oh yeah, we're stopping for cupcakes on the way," Gibby nodded.

"Have fun, you two," Carly chuckled.

"Bring me back some cupcakes!" Sam called after them.

Once the door closed behind the boys, Carly turned to her best friend. "Hey? You sure you're okay with your boyfriend going to a club without you?"

"Yeah," Sam shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know," Carly said. "It's just…you know. Clubs can get pretty wild sometimes."

"Yeah, but he's Freddie, and he's going with Gibby," Sam pointed out. "Come on. The two of them will be there for an hour, realize they hate the place, and then spend the rest of their night painting paperweights at Color Me Pot! Trust me, Carls. I'm not worried at all."

"I think my eardrums are going to explode!" Freddie yelled, plugging his ears as he tried to talk to Gibby, who was standing right next to him.

"What?" Gibby yelled back.

"Never mind!" Freddie sighed.

Him and Gibby had been at the club for no less than twenty minutes, and he was already ready to go. He didn't want to dance, it was becoming very hot and sweaty, and he was pretty sure he would be deaf by morning. It looked like he really wasn't the clubbing type of guy. Not that he was surprised.

"Hey! I love this song!" Gibby suddenly exclaimed as the music changed. "You wanna go dance?"

"Nah," Freddie said. "You go ahead."

"Okay, well, here, let's take a pic first, smile!" He pulled out his digital camera and took a quick picture of him and Freddie.

"Why'd you bring that?" Freddie moaned.

"To get pictures for my online scrapbook!" Gibby said. "Duh!"

Freddie rolled his eyes as he headed over towards the bar, where he spotted an empty seat.

"What can I get you?" the barman asked, coming over to Freddie.

"Just a ginger ale, please," Freddie said.

"Ginger ale?" the barman frowned. "Plain?"

"Yeah, see, I drove my friend and I here," Freddie explained. "So I don't want to risk-Okay you're gone."

He pulled out his phone. As pathetic as it might sound to some of the alpha males swarming around the club, he would much rather be at home with his girlfriend right now, playing a round of Battleship. He wondered if it would look bad if he stepped outside just for a minute to call Sam…

But before he could even decide whether or not to do so, a group of girls passed him, all cheering and wooing about who knew what. As the girl at the back of the pack passed, him, though, she tripped in her high heels and tumbled right into Freddie.

"Whoa, you okay there?" Freddie asked, catching the girl quickly.

"Oh my God! That was so scary!" the girl giggled, not moving from Freddie's lap. "I thought I was going to fall! But I didn't because you caught me!"

"Yeah," Freddie nodded, laughing uncomfortably.

Just then, there was a bright camera flash that nearly blinded him.

"Gibby!" Freddie snapped as his best friend approached.

"What? It was good lighting over here,' Gibby defended. He looked down at the girl on Freddie's lap. "Hey, who's she?"

"I don't know! She just fell on me!" Freddie hissed, trying to help the girl to her feet, but she seemed very intent on staying right on Freddie's lap.

"Hey," she whispered, leaning close to his ear. "Want to head to the VIP lounges upstairs? They have couches we can sit on and-"

"Um, listen, you seem, er, very nice and all, but I have a girlfriend, who I love very much," Freddie said, finally succeeding in getting the girl off of him. "So why don't I help you back over to your friends, and you can-"

"Oh my God! Danielle!" the girl squealed, apparently spotting someone she knew among the crowd, forgetting all about Freddie. "I love your shoes!"

"Hey, I'm totally down for staying here if you want to, but I got to say, this isn't as fun as I thought it would be," Freddie said to Gibby.

"I know, let's get out of here," Gibby nodded. "I asked the DJ if he would play the Macarena and he told me to get lost or bring him some watermelon! Like I'd bring any melons to a guy who keeps me from unleashing my Macarena!"

"So…" Freddie said as they started towards the exit. "Color Me Pot?"

"You bet!"

….

"Morning," Carly said brightly the next morning as Sam came into the kitchen, yawning. "I made cinnamon buns. Fresh from the tube!"

"Sweet," Sam said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Man," Carly said, scrolling through her Splashface page on her laptop. "You should see how Rona Burger's doing. She just changed her profile picture. Apparently since high school she's gained forty pounds, bleached her hair and stopped waxing her upper lip…is it bad that I'm happy about this?"

"Nah, that just means I'm finally working my way into your sense of humor," Sam grinned.

"Oh my God," Carly sighed.

"What?"

"Gibby uploaded a new album to his online scrapbook a few minutes ago," Carly said. "He actually documented their little club trip last night."

"What's wrong with that kid?" Sam asked, shaking her head as she sat down next to Carly.

"Who knows," Carly said, clicking on the album. "But let's see how much of a 'club stud' he and Freddie are. Aw, here's a picture of the two of them. And here's one of what looks like Gibby doing the Macarena on the dance floor. Oh, and here's one of what looks like Gibby getting booed for doing the Macarena on the dance floor. Here's one of Gibby in the guy's bathroom…classy. And then there's Freddie and-oh."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Sam exclaimed, her eyes widening as she looked at the picture of a tall dark-haired woman wearing a very short black dress sitting on her boyfriend's lap. "What is this?"

"Um, maybe-maybe she just, um, was complementing Freddie on his belt or something," Carly reasoned.

"By sitting on him?"

"I know it seems like an odd way to do it, but maybe it's the next big thing, and-"

"Oh, I am going to kill that nub!" Sam fumed, furiously biting into her cinnamon bun.

…..

"Hey!" Freddie said brightly later that day, letting himself into Carly and Sam's apartment.

"Well, I'm out of here," Carly said quickly, grabbing her bag and heading towards the door. She stopped and leaned up to Freddie's ear.

"You're a dead man," she whispered.

"Huh?" Freddie frowned.

"Bye!" Carly said, rushing out of the apartment.

"Hey, baby," Sam smiled, giving him a long kiss. "How was the club last night?"

"It was…fun," Freddie said. "But hey look! I made you this ceramic pot."

"Aw, how sweet!" Sam said. "Oh, and while Carly and I were going through our DVDs last night, we found your Galaxy Wars trilogy you left over here."

"Oh, I've been wondering where that was," Freddie said.

"Why don't we watch it?" Sam suggested.

"You want to watch nine hours of Galaxy Wars?" Freddie asked in surprise.

"Sure," Sam shrugged. "Last time we watched a movie together, I picked it, so it's only fair for you to have a turn this time, right?"

"Well, um, yeah I guess," Freddie nodded.

"Great," Sam said happily. "You put the DVD in, and I'll go make us some popcorn."

"Sounds good," Freddie said.

As his girlfriend disappeared into the kitchen, Freddie headed over to the T.V., where he immediately spotted his DVD set sitting on the television stand.

"Hello old friend," Freddie grinned. He opened up the DVD case, about to take one of the discs, out, but instead, he was met with a surprise.

The entire inside of the DVD case was plastered with pictures. The same pictures…

Freddie gasped. It was of him and that girl who had fallen on him last night! But how could these have gotten in here? Had Sam seen them? Oh man, if she did…

"Popcorn's ready," Sam said sweetly returning to the room with a bag of popcorn.

"Um…Sam? Baby?" Freddie began. "Where-Where are my Galaxy Wars discs?"

"They aren't in the case?" Sam asked innocently. "Huh, that's weird."

"Yeah…weird," Freddie nodded. "So, um, do you happen to know where they are?"

"Of course I do. I hid them."

"You hid them?" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, in the same spot I'll use to hide your dead body in about five minutes," Sam snapped, crossing her arm, her falsely sweet voice disappearing. "Talk. Who is she?"

"Sam, I-I can explain-" Freddie began weakly.

"Yeah? I doubt it," Sam frowned. "So what? You and Gibby decide to go out clubbing and you pick up the first bimbo in a tiny dress you can find?"

"No!" Freddie said quickly. "It wasn't-"

"You know, Carly asked me if I was okay with you going to that stupid club," Sam spat. "And I gave her this whole little speech about how I knew you wouldn't do anything and that I wasn't worried. Well obviously I should've been worried!"

"Sam, that picture-I know it looks bad, but you have to understand that I wasn't cheating on you last night," Freddie said.

"So then why is there a hot chick on your lap?" Sam demanded. "Was she just resting there?"

"No! She fell!" Freddie told her.

"Fell?" Sam repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Freddie sighed. "I was just sitting at the bar, being completely miserable, I might add, and this group of girls walked past and she tripped in her shoes or something and fell onto me."

"Oh," Sam mumbled. "Well…why's she look all happy?"

"The same reason all those people in that club were overly happy," Freddie shrugged. "And she even tried to get me to go up to a VIP lounge thing with her, but I refused right away because I told her I had a beautiful girlfriend already who I loved."

Sam didn't say anything.

"Sam, I'd never cheat on you," Freddie told her gently. "I'd never even think about it."

"I-I know," Sam sighed. "I'm sorry…I guess. It's just, you know, when I saw that picture…"

"It's cool," Freddie told her, wrapping his arms around her. He leaned down and kissed her. "And hey," he added when they pulled apart. "Now we can enjoy our Galaxy Wars marathon!"

"Pfft, you thought I was serious about that?" Sam scoffed. "I already watched those lame movies with you last month for our anniversary, that's all you get from me!"

"Well can you at least tell me where you hid the discs?" Freddie asked.

"Fine," Sam grinned, rolling her eyes. "They're in the Lifeguard Palazzo case."