"Ugh! He's such a nub!" I glared at the spot he stood, stomping my foot hard on it. Bleck. I should have asked Gibby, or Jonah, or Shane. But no! I had to pick the Nerdtastic Nub Nub.

Rolling my eyes, It's like i could hear him now. "Its NUG NUG!" Only he would know something like that. I walked over to his tech-aquipment, trailing my fingers across the camera, the monitor, the hardrive. I cant help but admire this. I know he's a dork, but he's really smart. I'm amazed.

I mentally slapped myself. Puckett, dont get pulled into his nerd disease! Its contagiouse! I backed up from the cart dramaticly, falling quick, hitting the ground. What the hell?

I looked for the culprut. A box. A damned box sitting in the middle of the room. WHO THE HELL PUTS A BOX THERE?

I stood up, kicking the damn thing open. There was a book, like a really deep blue book in there with a red bow tied on it. I rolled my eyes. Probably Fredtard diary. I examined it, before placing it well hidded in a secret pocket i have in my sweater. You know, for certain things. If I stay here to long, Carly will think i'm hiding something, plus i outta tell her the plan. I jogged down stairs, Leaping over the couch. landed right next to her and her popcorn.

Which, of course, I ate right away.

"Where were you?" I shrugged, nodding my head towards the stairs. "The studio, chatting it up with Fredward." She smirked,

"What?"

"Just chatting it up?" She quirked her eyebrow at me. I looked at her like she was crazy. "What else would we do?"

She shrugged, that damn smirk still played on her lips. I rolled my eyes, leaning back and stuffing my face with the popcorn, causing butter to drip down the side of my chin.

"So-" I sputterd, chewing the rest before swallowing. "About the show. It kinda has to do with what i was talking to Fredwierd about." I trailed, drawing on my pants with my intex finger. Her eyes widened, a large grin on her face.

"You asked him out?" She said exited, Giving me a Tell-all look. I shrugged. "I wouldnt say "Asked out"." I quoted, shrugging. "Just kinda agread to fake date for the compitition."

She froze. "So you guys are still dating."

"Fake dating."

"Still dating. If the word dating is there, your dating." A shiver ran down my spine, causing me to get imediatly cold. The door swung open, and guess who it was.

"Hey," I rolled my eyes, still shivering. Carly still had on her grin. "Hey, what you doing here?"

He held up his note pad, pointing to the computer. "Checking the website remember?" She formed an oh with her mouth, waving it off.

He looked over to me, smiling. "Hey Princess." I jerked my view to him, glaring.

Okay, he's allowed to call me Princess Puckett. But not like that. That was alittle to... Cutesey for me.

"Hey Nubula." I mummbled, turning back to the t.v. waiting for the comercial to come back on. I felt two warm hands on my shoulders, sending wierd signals up my spine. I jerked forward, turning wierdly to only see the same damn kid smiling at me. "Your freazing Sam!" He exclaimed. The damn kid. He took off his sweater, handing it to me. I waved it off, only to have him put it around my himself.

"I cant let my girlfriend get a cold, can I?" Carly did a spit take with her peppy Cola and looking back and forth from me to Freddie eraticly. I rolled my eyes. "Oh your loving this arent you." I hissed, shrugging off his hands. He just shrugged, nodding. "Alittle. You do want a boyfriend for the contest, dont you?"

I felt my fist's clench, grinding my teeth to every word. I sighed. He's right. If I want this, I have to make sure he doesnt change his mind.

I nodded, smirking. Hey, I allways have a plan. How do you think I whip him into shape?

"Yeah, I do. I really do." I said sweetly, stepping in closer to him. His face fell, and i could see Carly's mouth drop in the corner of my eye. I leaned into him more, my face inches from his. I could see him get more nerviouse by the second. I leaned in, almost touching his lips. Then dodged them and whisperd in his ear.

"To bad it has to be you."

He was frozen, and shocked. Then i knew i got him. The poor kid trapped in my net like alittle helpless fish. You see? I allways have a plan for when he starts to take controll. And i allways will. I waved Carly off, who was still on shock too, chuckling quietly. I took once last look at him "See you later," I walked out the door, taking his sweater with me...

Its warm.

I'll call the show at home, for now, i've got him right where i want him.

"Boyfriend."

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