...sh fantasies to yourself their Dweeb," Sam barked, ostensibly revolted.
"Sam, please you have to choose something!" Carly whined, doing her best to stomp her feet.
"Ok how about this? You be the army girl and I'll wear that...giant condom outfit."
"Heck no! This costume is way to amazing to give up."
"Carly..." Sam bleated, whimpering ever so slightly for full effect. Carly was not to be messed with, not tonight. Freddie watched the usually mild mannered girl stand her ground, effectively staring Sam down and beating her into submission. He fully expected Sam to throw a tantrum – to scream and kick and let everyone know that she would not be told what to do. But he also knew that Sam was aware of the importance of this night for Carly. She had planned, primped and preened for weeks before, even managing to ship Spencer off to her grandfather's for the weekend. There were two things Freddie knew about Sam; one) she was a selfish, self-centred brat who never failed to humiliate him or anyone similar to him and two) she adored Carly more than anything else in the world. With that last oddly heart-warming thought, he knew she had been beaten. Something retreated in her demeanour; she relaxed and sighed before striding across to where her best friend stood ...