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"Well, now I can never look at clowns the same way!" Freddie announced as him and Sam walked into the Shay's apartment.
"Why?" Carly frowned.
"Sam forced me to see Revenge of Killer Clowns Two," Freddie shuddered.
"It was a good movie!" Sam defended. "Besides, I conveniently timed that third make-out session so you wouldn't have to see Bobo chop that green-haired clown's head off."
"Aw," Freddie smiled. "Thanks."
"I can't believe you made him see a horror movie," Carly said, rolling her eyes as the two sat down on the couch.
"It's better than that stupid movie she took me to last week with the two leprechauns who thought the presidents stole their gold," Freddie said.
"That movie was hilarious!" Sam defended.
"It made no sense!" Freddie scoffed.
"Exactly!"
"You picked the movie you guys saw for your date night two weeks in a row?" Carly said.
"I always pick," Sam shrugged. "I have better taste."
"You do not!" Freddie said. "That crab restaurant you made us go to last week practically gave me food poisoning! I don't think a food inspector had ever stepped foot into that place!"
"Well you didn't want to go to that barbecue place I love!" Sam said.
"I always leave smelling like ribs!"
"And that's a problem why?"
"Well, guys, if I could step in…" Carly said, breaking up the couple's argument.
"What is it?" Sam sighed, knowing that her best friend was going to step in no matter what she said.
"Well, I couldn't help but notice that it seems lately whatever you guys do is Sam's choice," Carly pointed out.
"Very good observation, Carls," Freddie smirked, raising an eyebrow at his girlfriend.
"Well like I said, I have better taste," Sam snapped.
"I'm just saying maybe it would be nice if sometimes Freddie picked what you guys do on your dates and stuff," Carly said. "You know, maybe you could do some stuff he likes."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you already tried this, Carly," Sam said. "And we broke up!"
"Yeah, maybe that isn't such a good idea," Freddie agreed.
"Well that was when you had only been together a couple of weeks," Carly reasoned. "You were both still new to the relationship thing. It was stupid to think you could do something as advanced as partake in the other's activities at that stage. But now you've been back together for almost six months. You're a more experienced wiser couple. I think you can handle it. Besides, if this relationship is going to continue, you can't just keep doing what only Sam wants."
"Dang it, Carly! I had a good ride going there!" Sam groaned.
"Well…couldn't we give it a try?" Freddie asked Sam. "Maybe?"
Sam turned to him. "I-I guess it's only fair that you get to do something you really want to on a date. You're the one paying, after all. But I'm not doing another train club meeting!"
…..
"Well, whatever you're planning on doing tonight better not be fancy," Sam said, walking into the Benson's apartment wearing her usual jeans and boots. "Because I'm not changing."
"What your wearing is fine," Freddie assured her, giving her a quick kiss. "You look just as beautiful as ever. Besides, tonight, we're not even leaving the apartment."
"Um, please tell me your batty mother is working late then," Sam frowned.
"Yes," Freddie chuckled. "She's working the graveyard shift at the hospital. She won't be back until at least two in the morning."
"Okay then, sweet!" Sam grinned, flopping down on the plastic covered sofa. "So what are we doing?"
"Well, you said you didn't want to go to a train club meeting," Freddie said, setting a box down on the coffee table. "So I thought I could bring the train club meting to us!"
He opened the box to reveal a model train kit.
"You want to build trains?" Sam asked.
"Uh-huh," Freddie nodded happily. "This is a 1896 Steel Rover. Back in the day, it used to carry materials such as wood, cattle, and wool to states via the newly constructed railway system that had been created as a result of such a giant population expansion. And of course its first trip was on-"
"Ugh! Can't you be a normal guy and just want to make-out all night?" Sam groaned.
"This is my most difficult model to build," Freddie said excitedly, ignoring Sam's comment as he began to take out all the pieces. "But with the two of us working on it, I think we can be done in six hours. Tops."
"Can't we at least turn the T.V. on?" Sam asked.
"And ruin the train building experience? No way!" Freddie said. "Oh, and I brought us official Training Bros hats to wear while we-"
"I'm not wearing that hat," Sam said firmly.
….
Several hours later, the couple was still working on the train. As much as Sam hated to admit it, building the model really wasn't as horrible as she thought it was going to be. It was actually quite relaxing, just sitting there with Freddie as she carefully painted the body of the train.
"Hey," Freddie said as he gently set down one of the train's rivets. "Thanks for doing this with me."
"You do my chiz all the time," Sam smiled. "Besides…I've had worse Friday nights."
"I'm just really impressed," Freddie said. "I sort of thought you'd have a negative attitude about doing this with me the whole time. I'm glad you like this."
"I'm still never going to one of your train meetings ever again," Sam smirked.
"That's fine, there's actually a strict no girl policy," Freddie told her. "Mainly because most of the guys in that club have never talked to a girl…"
"Hey," Sam said thoughtfully. "Freddie? Why are you so into trains?"
"What do you mean?" Freddie asked.
"Well I mean you're obsessed with computers and the Pear Company, you geek out over any new tech equipment you see and I'm pretty sure you've memorized the entire screenplay for Galaxy Wars," Sam said. "Trains just seem a little, you know, old fashioned compared to all that."
"I guess," Freddie agreed. "But I still like them. I used to make these all the time when I was little."
"Really?"
"Yeah," Freddie nodded. "When I was five, my dad got me my first model train set for my birthday and we stayed up all night building it. And then, after that, on the first of every month we'd get a new model and work on it for that entire month."
"You never told me that," Sam said. "That actually sounds sort of cool."
"It was," Freddie said.
"Do you still build trains with your dad?" Sam asked.
"Nah," Freddie sighed. "I only get to see him maybe once a year since him and my mom divorced. And when I do see him he doesn't seem too interested in building trains anymore. So I figured I'd might as well join the Training Bros so I could at least build a couple models."
"Aw," Sam frowned. "Why don't you just tell your dad that you still want to build these models together?"
"I don't want to waste his time," Freddie shrugged. "Besides, when I do see him we have a good time anyway. Last time I saw him we went fishing."
"I thought you hated fishing," Sam pointed out.
"Eh, once I got past the gross smell of the dock, it was okay," Freddie said. "Hey, while the paint on this baby dries, want to help me set up a track for us to test it out on?"
Sam nodded, leaning over to kiss him. "Yeah, let's do it."
"Awesome," Freddie grinned. "Let me just go get the tracks."
"Um, Fredwad?" Sam said as Freddie got to his feet.
"Yeah?"
"You-You never finished telling me about this train," Sam said. "What were you saying about it before? Something about its first trip?"
Freddie smiled. "Its first trip was completed in 1897 from Mississippi to Georgia. It took fourteen hours and carried over nine tons of cargo…"
