"Hey, sorry I'm late." Freddie said, running inside the apartment. Sam's eyebrows rose as she stared at the dazzled up boy. He was wearing a black tuxedo but it was missing one thing, the bowtie.
"Come on guys, lets get ready for the show." Carly said, pressing the elevator button. They all rode up in silence, Sam sneeking occasional glances at Freddie. Was his hair always like that?
Sam stepped out of Carly's bathroom decked out in her blue dress with fish nets. Freddie, who was at first polishing his lens, looked up at Sam in awe. It wasn't everyday he got to see Sam in a dress. A nice dress, he might add.
"Uh, Sam." Freddie asked.
"Yeah?"
"Can you help me out?" Freddie asked, holding up his bowtie.
"Uh, sure." Sam shrugged. Sam stepped over, snatching the bowtie. She reached for his neck than stopped; this situation was beyond akward.
"It's alright, I trust you." Freddie laughed. Sam nodded and got closer to him. They were literally pressed against eachother as Sam fiddled with his bowtie. She secured it and gave it a tug to straighten it.
"You're good." Sam said as she manuevered her way down the stairs to go get some food before the show. "You're very good." Sam mumbled once she got to the kitchen.
Freddie smirked as he eyed himself in the mirror. "It's the power of the tux."
Short, yes. But man, I wish I was Sam in this story ;) Sorry, I'm a little crazy for Nathan at the momment. I just watched the iCarly awards episode and he was in a tux and it made him look so attractive...well yeah.
Review PLEASEEE. I'm gonna work on my other story on the weekend, most likely.