...lips to Sam's cheek.
"Thank you Sam," she giggled.
"Yeah, yeah. You seriously owe me like twenty."
With that, she disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and Carly resumed getting ready, telling Freddie she was going downstairs to finish setting up. He offered to help but she refused, saying something about how he was getting a tough time and to relax before the party but Freddie knew it was more a case of her not wanting him to interfere with her pre-planned decor set. So instead he waited, twiddling in his thumbs in the computer chair and feeling more than a little self conscious. He tried picturing waiters and he was certain that was not what he looked like. Well only a small resemblance but not enough to be constantly berated over.
"What? Did they measure this for a five year old seriously?" Sam grunted, emerging once more. Casually glancing in her direction (and fully prepared for a fat jibe) Freddie found his breath catching in the back of his throat and the insult was swallowed far and away, the image of her bent over in a sailors costume and putting on red heels forever etched in his mind.
"So many guys are going to be hitting on me," she complained with a dramatic sigh, "Like I need that shit? All I want to do is eat my weight i...