Sam had taken her time making her way back up to her room from Special Collections, still rather muddy, with war paint streaks on her cheeks, her spear clutched in her hand
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Sam's eyes went wide in the middle of explaining her new sketch idea to Carly -- what else did you expect her to say in response to "what are you wearing?" -- and went to get the door.
"Freddie!" she cheered, then dragged him forward into a kiss.
Freddie was not expecting that. At all. It wasn't the first time Sam had kissed him, of course. The first time had been, well, a first for both of them. But now, well, it was... kinda nice. Like a moment that was inevitable and yet all together new and exciting.
She'd be noticing the pies any moment now. Them and the way that Carly was gaping on her computer screen. At the moment, she was reveling in Freddie being there and not vanished.
She finally pulled back, seeming to realize what she was doing. She coughed once. ". . . Sorry."
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Which meant he had to knock on Sam's door with his foot.
"Uhhh, hi?" he said, not sure what else one said in these situations.
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"Freddie!" she cheered, then dragged him forward into a kiss.
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He just wished his hands weren't full of pie.
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She finally pulled back, seeming to realize what she was doing. She coughed once. ". . . Sorry."
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