A/N: WOAH! A MONTH? I'm a TERRIBLE updater, I know. Sorry. But, since it's Thanksgiving break, I'm gonna update ALL of my stories(: Oh, and I am going to try and update at least once a week (or more) from now on(: So you're in luck!
Sam's PoV
(It's the next day, I know it's been a month since I updated, but it's only been a day in this story xD)
I banged on Freddie's door.
"FREDDIE! OPEN UP!" I yelled and banged on the door more.
A wet Freddie with a towel around his waist opened the door.
"WOAH!" I said and shielded my eyes. "CLOTHES! Puh-lease!"
He laughed, "Geez, Sam, can't see my shirtless?" He asked and I uncovered my eyes.
"I don't look at shirtless dorks. Go get some clothes on we gotta work on my pageant." I said and let myself inside.
"Come right in." he said sarcastically and went into his room.
"HEY FREDDIE! WHERE'S CRAZY?" I yelled looking around for Ms. Benson.
Freddie walked out dressed.
"An aggressive parenting conference for the weekend." He said.
I sighed.
"Whew good, imagine explaining to your Mom you're gonna be in a pageant!" I said and started laughing.
He laughed too.
"Alright, what are we doing today?" he asked.
"Hmm… I don't know. Maybe we could… huh." I said, completely stumped.
"What do you normally do before a pageant?" He asked.
"Well, it doesn't take THAT much preparing…" I said. I looked around his living room, the plastic covered couch and the intense smell of cleaner, which was nauseating.
"Can we go in your room? It smells so much like cleaner I might pass out." I said. He laughed and we walked into his room.
"Sam… where exactly is this pageant?" He asked.
"Spokane." I answered.
"That's a 5 hour drive!"
"Yup. You got a car though. Whaddya worrying about?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes.
"Fine. Just, 5 hours is a long time, plus traffic." He said.
"Chill, we'll be fine. Alright now... do you have ANY dancing abilities?" I asked and cocked an eyebrow.
He blushed and looked down.
"No not really." He admitted.
"Hmm... maybe I should sing, can you play guitar?" I asked. His face seemed to light up.
"Yea! Can we do that instead?" He asked.
"Yea, I don't care." I said, "Where's your guitar?"
He opened up his closet and grabbed a guitar out.
"Play something, whaddya know?" I asked.
"Um, find a song you wanna sing on my laptop, and find the guitar music to it." He said, "First, lemme get my laptop, I hide it from my mom."
I jumped to the floor and got the laptop from under his bed.
"How did you know it was there?" He asked.
"Please, under your bed? What are you 3?" I asked and laughed. I sat on his bed and opened his laptop. I opened Google.
"Fredsong, I don't know what song to pick." I said and smirked with my new nickname.
"Fredsong? Um I don't know. Find one you know really well." He said.
A/N: Sorry for changing the dance to singing. I just don't know what to do with the dance.
SONG IDEAS ARE WELCOME!
I hope you don't hate me for not updating in a month... because I love you!
Sam out! :P