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iHeart Las Vegas
I slip into the shared bathroom of our actually really nice Japan hotel suite, wearing only my underwear and a bra, and a pair of clothes in my hand. I close the door behind me and make sure that the door to Freddie and Mrs. Bensons room is closed, then put my clothes on the counter.
I started to slip on a powder blue cami when I heard voices coming from the other room,
"Don't forget to change into your anti-bacterial underwear, honey!" Mrs. Benson told her son.
I heard Freddie sigh heavily, than say "I will, mom!" with a small amount of attitude in his voice.
I chuckled to myself. "Anti-bacterial underpants. What a dork."
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom is being opened, and in walks Freddie.
I smirk at him. "Nice mom," I say.
"Nice underwear," He says back, a large smirk on his face. I feel the heat of a blush coming onto my cheeks.
My eyes go wide. I grab my clothes off the counter, punch Freddie in the arm as hard as I can, and walk as fast as I can out of that bathroom. I turn around as soon as I'm out to see that Freddie had been watching me, more like my butt, with his eye brows raised.
"I heart Las Vegas?" He questions with a smile. I frown and slam the door in his face, upset with him and myself.
Why did I like the fact that he had been looking at my butt so much?
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Hey! Long time with drabbles from me, eh? I plan on updating iFight tonight, too. So yeah!
I got this idea from a seddie analysis website that I adore. It's witty and fun and so very seddie. You should check it out at 'samandfreddie . wordpress . com/'
I love the idea of this fick, too. I mean, how else would Freddie know about Sam's underwear, unless he was going through her suitcase, which is a whole other idea in itself. :) I might just do that one, too.
Review, please!!!
-Freak-a-Dee