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iPrefer Kissing
'The ONE benefit of living with Lewbert would be that Sam would stop coming over just to give me wedgies!'
I walk out of Carly's apartment and look across the hall, a smile spreading across my face. I think I should pay my favorite dork a visit.
I pick the lock and quietly enter. I spot Mrs. Benson in the kitchen, baking something in a cake pan. But something tells me it's not just cake. I sneak past her and to Freddie's room.
I look over my shoulder to make sure she didn't see me, then walk into the room. Freddie's at his computer, sitting in a swivel chair. I walk up behind him, and put my head near his ear.
"Hey Benson," I say in a low voice, trying not to startle him too bad. I should know by now that he'll always be startled.
"Sam! What are you-?" Freddie spins around to face me, but I shut him up by sitting in his lap and kissing him straight on the lips.
We break apart and he's smiling. "You know, Puckett, you really should be sneaking in like this."
"Would you like me to go back to wedgies instead of kisses?" I ask him with a smirk. Freddie answers by giving me a quick kiss.
"I think I prefer kissing, but maybe it's just me," He tells me. I smile and get out of his lap, giving him a small shove back, his swivel chair rolling back and bumping into his desk. I can feel his eyes on my back as I walk out his bedroom door and sneak back out to the hallway.
And for once, I agree with him.
I do prefer kissing.
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I love this drabble. I don't know why, but I can just picture them doing this.
I don't really have much to say about it. /
:)
Review please.
-Freak-a-Dee