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#8-Fladoodles:

"Well...that was fun."

Freddie glared at Sam. He backed into the wall and slid down, exhausted. He stole almost everything in the store and Sam could care less. He ran over an old lady, people could recognize him. The media would go after him. His permanent records...

"Okay, let's go," Sam said, trying the budge out of the cart.

"Where to go? What to do? Where to go? What to do..." Freddie repeated horrifyingly. Sam rolled her eyes and grunted as she tried to get out of the cart.

"At least help me out of here," Sam said, glaring at him. Freddie nodded his head, shaking somewhat.

He walked to the cart, taking her hands, and slowly pulled her out. She still wouldn't bug. Sam sneered at Freddie. That was his signal to pull harder. He did so, his fingers intwining hers to get a better grip. She positioned her legs up so she was crouching. He held his shoulders to keep balance as she was helped out by Freddie. They were close, Sam gripping her hands on Freddie's shoulder, Freddie gripping her waist.

"Uh...thanks," Sam muttered, her face flushing somewhat. Freddie shrugged, letting go of her waist and backing away. He was suddenly hit on the head.

"Ow! Sam!" Freddie cried out, covering the side of his head.

"We're going. Now help me pick this chiz up, nub," Sam ordered, slipping a piece of gum into her mouth. Freddie rolled his eyes and started to pick up all the food that spilled out of the cart.

Sam watched him intently and then at her shoes. She was close to him, closer than she needs to be. If they belonged...No! They were complete opposites. They lived in two totally different worlds; he was a nerd, she was a bully. They were enemies.

Freddie and Sam walked the cart to Bushwell Plaza. People were staring at all the food and suspected the cart to be stolen...which it was. Even a couple hobos attempted to steal all the food but Sam would kick them in the shin.

The used the elevator the get up to the eighth floor. Freddie and Sam were silent the entire time. This time, it was an awkward silence. They were bonding, they wanted to resist it. They hated each other.

The two entered Carly's apartment by Sam picking the lock. Everything was the same as when they left it, except a whole lot of food was going to cover everything. Freddie closed the door behind them as Sam pushed to cart to the center of the living room.

"Lemme help," Freddie said.

"Nah," Sam replied and simply tipped the cart over.

"Sam," Freddie groaned. Sam only smirked and flopped on the couch.

"I'm not picking all this food up without your help. So please," Freddie begged.

"I would...if I respected you," Sam replied, smirking. Freddie scoffed irritatedly, and began picking up the food.

The process continued for almost three hours. Freddie sat on the ground as he organized the food into piles. He couldn't believe what he picked up: Asian fruits, duck, fake vampire blood. Freddie felt so guilty, he couldn't even think straight. His mind was still on Sam and on stealing all the food.

Sam, on the other hand, was completely lazy. She took a nap for the first hour, then ate her lunch that Freddie gave her, and simply went through every station on the television

"Buy yourself a meow, meow, meow, meow clock for only nineteen...."

"You've gotta be fricken kidding me," Sam said dryly.

"What?"

"This stupid cat commercial's been on for like 10 minutes!"

"It's probably paid programming," Freddie replied, not looking up from his work.

Sam flicked the channel.

"I really want Billy to love me, but he's such-"

"An ass," Sam said in the same dry tone. Freddie chuckled under his breath.

Sam flicked to the next channel.

"As you can see, these robotic squirrels..."

"Oh my god! The Robotic Rodents shows!" Sam literally screamed in joy, jumping out of her seat and on top of Freddie.

"Well, this hurts," Freddie grunted. Sam didn't care though, inches from the screen.

"Hey, look at this," Freddie said, picking up a blue bag.

"What," Sam asked, distractedly.

"Fladoodles."

Sam got off of Freddie and sat beside him. He showed her the bag and she laughed, shaking her head.

"I thought they didn't exists," Sam said.

"Well Mandy found them," Freddie replied.

"Ugh, the duck maniac!" Sam groaned, slapping the bag on the floor.

"Remember when we first met her," Freddie asked.

"Yeah, the old days. Before you hit puberty," Sam said, pinching his cheek. He slapped hit away.

"Ha ha. You were worse."

"How so?"

"You insulted me ALL THE TIME!" Freddie said, looking at her.

"And I still do, ALL THE TIME!" Sam mimicked. Freddie rolled his eyes.

"And that's what you do now. Roll you eyes. No fight. It bugs me. The only way to communicate with you is through fighting but it seems like I'm talking to a wall!"

"I'm growing up, Sam. And so are you," Freddie said.

"Yeah right. I'll always be a teenager and you can't do anything about."

"I can't. But the universe can. Sam, your maturing. You still act whacky and all but your finding your place. Through you body....your curves...your beauty..."

"My what, Benson?" Sam asked, smirking. Freddie froze, realizing what he said.

"I had fun today, Fredward. But if you will, let's keep the language at PG please."

I liked this ending so much more than the last one. This one had more Seddie in it

And for the cat commercial thing, I remember seeing something like that a few years ago and it was literally on for 10 minutes! And it wasn't paid programming! Lol

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