Distinction
Freddie Benson happily sat on his couch, free from the distinct plastic cover he was so used to, his feet propped up on his coffee table, something that would've resulted in his mother exploding at him back when he lived with her.
Freddie had moved out of his mother's home a few months ago, and he was loving every minute of having his own place. He loved the freedom to come and go without having to answer at least five dozen questions even though, as he had constantly told his mother, he was an adult now. He loved not having to sign a contract ever night before getting in the shower saying he 'double pooed' and he loved being able to have normal, edible foods in his kitchen, having all his television channels unlocked and, well, everything.
Just then, he heard a knock at his door, and he quickly jumped to his feet.
There was one thing that he loved most of all about having his own place, and it looked like she had just arrived.
Sure enough, when Freddie opened the door, Sam was standing outside, looking stunning as usual
"Hey," he smiled, letting her into the apartment.
"Hey," she replied, wasting no time in pressing her lips to his.
I'm never gonna get tired of being able to do this without having to be worried about being sprayed with disinfectant, Freddie thought to himself as he continued to kiss Sam.
It really was a great life here.
"So what's the plan for tonight?" Freddie asked when the couple finally pulled apart.
"I dunno," Sam shrugged. "I figured we'd just stay in and do whatever."
"Okay," Freddie agreed. "I'll order us a pizza and we can just relax in front of the T.V."
"Sounds like the perfect night," Sam chuckled, kissing him again. "Let me just go change out of these clothes. I came from work and if we're gonna laze around all night, I need to be dressed for the part. My sweats were around here somewhere…"
"They're in my room, next to your hair dryer," Freddie told her.
"Oh yeah, be back in a sec," Sam said, heading back to the bedroom.
Ever since Freddie had gotten his own place, Sam had practically made the apartment her own too. His bathroom was filled with her shampoos and his counter was littered with random tubes of make-up. His drawers had at least half her wardrobe in them and his living room had various MMA magazines strewn about it.
But strangely enough, this didn't bother Freddie in the slightest. Even when he would almost trip on one of Sam's boots getting up to get a drink in the middle of the night, he sort of liked how Sam seemed to be so comfortable in his home.
"I see you got some new sheets on your bed," Sam said, returning to the room, now wearing her favorite sweatpants and one of his old t-shirts that reached her knees. "Finally outgrow your Proton Cruiser ones?"
"I figured now that I have my own place, I needed some more adult-appropriate sheets," Freddie said. "But don't worry, I still have the Proton Cruiser ones to use too."
"Once a nub, always a nub," Sam said, rolling her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him once again. "So…wanna break in those new sheets later?"
"Yes please," Freddie laughed. "So does that mean you're sleeping over?"
"The sweatpants are on, baby, I'm staying," Sam said firmly.
"Good," Freddie said, hugging her tightly.
"Hey, it's almost seven," Sam said, looking at the clock on the wall. "The finale of Battle of the Game Show Hosts is on!"
"Oh, awesome!" Freddie said as the couple quickly sat down on the couch and turned on their favorite show. "I think Alex Trebeck is really gonna give it to Bob Barker during the Wheel of Misfortune tournament."
"Oh man, I've been thinking about that all day!" Sam said excitedly, curling up on Freddie's lap. "How awesome would it be to see those two fight?"
"Extremely awesome," Freddie agreed.
As the two sat and watched their show, Freddie marveled at how unbelievable this sensation still was; being able to hold Sam in his arms and exchange kisses during commercials, uninterrupted by anyone. Even when they would go over to her and Carly's shared apartment, they still had to deal with Carly walking in on them from time to time.
When the show finally ended, Freddie turned off the T.V., and Sam snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest. "Well…nobody saw Regis Philbin coming from behind and winning that whole thing. I never knew he could be so vicious."
"Yeah, poor Pat, I hope his shoulder gets better soon," Freddie nodded. "Hey, I have a surprise…"
"Oh…is it edible?" Sam asked as Freddie headed into the kitchen.
"Yes, baby, it's edible," Freddie smiled, rolling his eyes.
He opened the fridge and grabbed a large white box. "I picked these up after work today for us to have."
"You didn't even know I was coming over here tonight," Sam pointed out.
Freddie laughed. "I figured the odds were on my side. You spend at least four or five nights a week here."
"True," Sam said as Freddie sat back down and opened the box to reveal a dozen chocolate covered strawberries.
"Whoa! I love chocolate covered strawberries!" Sam said, grabbing two in her hand.
"You like chocolate covered anything," Freddie reminded her, taking a strawberry for himself and taking a bite.
"Yes I do," Sam said proudly. She looked over at her boyfriend. "Aw, baby. You have a little chocolate on your face."
"I do?"
"Yeah, here, I'll get it for you," Sam said, leaning over and quickly connecting her lips to his.
After several minutes, the couple broke apart, both gasping for breath.
"There was no chocolate on my face, was there?" Freddie smirked.
"You'll never know," Sam said simply.
"Sam Puckett," Freddie said, shaking his head. "That is probably the oldest, cheesiest move in the book…I'm impressed."
"Well when you have a boyfriend who lives for that sort of stuff, you pick up a few things," Sam shrugged, smiling as Freddie shifted her onto his lap. "God…I love this."
"What?" Freddie asked.
"You having your own place," she said. "It's so much nicer not having to worry about Carly or your mom bursting in."
"Yeah, it is," Freddie nodded. "Remember that time a few months ago when my mom came home from work early and caught us making out on her couch?"
"Oh yeah…she flipped," Sam chuckled. "She made you take five tick baths that night. I guess she thinks I give you ticks or something."
"Nah, you're completely tick free," Freddie smiled.
"Thank you," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "But that wasn't nearly as bad as the other night when you and I were over at my place and Carly burst into my bedroom just as were about to-"
"Oh God," Freddie mumbled. "I don't think I've ever been more humiliated. I'll never be able to look Carly in the eye again."
"Eh, it was super awkward, but Carly knows all couples do it," Sam shrugged. "So she saw us watching old Ashley Blake movies…the cable was out and those were the only DVDs we could find!"
"Well, at least here we can watch anything we want and nobody's gonna burst in," Freddie smiled.
"Yup," Sam grinned, kissing him again. "This is the best."
"Hey, um, Sam?" Freddie said slowly when the broke apart. "I-I've actually been meaning to bring something up to you. About me having my own place now and stuff…"
Sam's face suddenly fell. "Oh…yeah, I guess I know what this is about then."
"You do?" Freddie said.
"Yeah, I-I'm sorry I've sort left all my junk here lately," Sam sighed. "I-I can bring some stuff back to my place tomorrow."
"What? No!" Freddie said quickly. "Sam, I don't care that your stuff is here. In fact…I sort of like it. It makes this place feel more homey."
"Really?" Sam frowned. "You don't care that I have a bunch of junk in your bathroom or that your fridge is filled with my snacks?"
"No," Freddie said. "In fact…what I was going to say…how would you feel about maybe moving in here with me?"
Sam blinked. "You want me to move in here?"
"Yeah," Freddie nodded. "We've been dating for awhile now, after all."
"I know," Sam said slowly. "But isn't this like, a huge step?"
"Sure," Freddie agreed. "But you practically live here now anyway, and I love it!"
"Yeah, I love it too," Sam said. "But I've always still had my own place."
"Look, if you don't feel ready for this, that's fine," Freddie told her. "I really enjoy having you here all the time, but if you think we should maybe hold off on this, than we will."
Sam looked up at him. "You know what? I want to do it."
"You-You do?"
"Yeah," Sam replied. "I love you…Moving in here just feels so-so-"
"Right?" Freddie finished for her.
"Yeah," Sam said softly.
"I couldn't agree more," Freddie said.
"So?" Sam said slowly. "Is that it then? Am I moved in?"
"Well you should probably get the rest of your stuff from yours and Carly's apartment," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "But that can wait until tomorrow."
"Good," Sam said, lacing her arms around his neck. "Because I think it's time we moved this into your bedroom."
"Our bedroom," Freddie corrected, quickly getting to his feet and lifting Sam in his arms bride style.
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AN-Anyone remember which old Nick show Ashley Blake is from?
