A/N: Hey guys. So, yeah, my first ever published story. Even if it's just a short oneshot. It's based on a true story, since this happened to me and a friend of mine in English class. It was funny. And embarrassing.

In fact my teacher suspected me and my friend being together for a few times. So maybe, if people like this, I'll turn it into a string of oneshots.

Oh, yeah, sorry if there are any mistakes, but English is just my third language. So if there are any mistakes, it would be nice if you could point them out to me so I can correct them. Thanks :)

Now, have fun reading, and if you have the time, a review would be nice. :)


I sighed as I slumped further into my seat. It was the last hour of the school day, and I was bored out of my mind. My notebook lay forgotten at home, so I couldn't even doodle or draw Freddie getting mauled by a whale. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is possible. Even a kitten could maul such a dork as Fredward.

Haha, that would actually be funny, I could totally see it in my head..a cute little kitten biting of Freddie's fingers. Awesome.

Okay, you're getting distracted, Puckett. You need to focus on the task at hand.

Mission Impossible: Find something non-boring to do in English class.

Yeah, right, like that would ever happen.

I looked around the rest of the class and noticed that all of the girls were paying attention. Well, of course they were, our teacher was actually kinda hot. But, not my type. And even if he was, I think I still wouldn't pay attention. I mean, I'm Sam Puckett. I never pay attention in class. Sometimes I don't even attend class.

I looked to my right and saw that Freddie was busy taking notes, listening to the teacher as he talked about formal and informal speech. Who cares about that stuff anyway?

I decided that I was bored enough to annoy Freddork, so I took out a pencil and began poking him in the arm with it.

He stopped taking notes and looked at me with raised eyebrows. "What the hell, Puckett? I'm actually paying attention."

"Yeah, well, don't. I'm bored."

"Do I look like I care?"

Okay, that did it. The nub officially crossed the line.

I started poking him in his stomach and his sides, and I could feel a grin stretching on my face. My boredom was gone, yay!

I continued poking and tickling him and he started to fight back, trying to get a hold of my hands so he could tickle me back. He actually managed once and tickled me with his free hand; I couldn't really help but laugh. Hey, don't blame me, I'm ticklish!

He still had a hold on my other hand and just as I was trying to break his grip (when did he get strong?) our teacher turned to us with a raised eyebrow and a grin on his face.

Freddie still hold my hand under the table, just in case I was going to poke him again.

"Are you two a couple?" the teacher asked, clearly seeing our intertwined hands. And really, I don't blame him, but how could he think that?

I mean, really? Freddie and me? Yeah, he may be a nice dork and whatnot, but...no. Really. Nope.

Everyone in class started laughing and I could see Freddie's ears getting a little red tinge. How cute (Note the sarcasm).

"Um, no?" I asked, looking around the class and glaring at a few kids so they would shut up. They would so get it later, and I was sure to let them know that.

"Well, maybe you should be."

With that, our teacher turned back to the class and went on about our topic. I turned my head and looked at Freddie in the same moment as he looked at me. I realized hat he still held my hand, so I took it out of his grasp and lay it on the desk. Then I looked up at him again, and saw that he was still studying me, a little blush on his cheeks. Well, I felt like I might be a little red in the face too – not that I would ever admit it.

And even if someone saw it, come on, something incredibly embarrassing just happened. So yeah, I was blushing, big chizz.

But seriously, what's wrong with our teacher? Freddie and I together? Like that would ever happen.