Everything had changed drastically since Carly had found out that Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson had shared a kiss. Sam had never wanted Carly to know. For some reason, that moment had just seemed too personal to share, even with her own best friend, Carly Shay. But Sam had been the one to blurt it out while under the influence of wacky gas while having a tooth pulled at the dentist. Carly had been initially shocked, then hurt, thinking Freddie and Sam had purposely just kept something from her. It had never been like that. It was just something Freddie and Sam never talked about. Now that Carly knew,
everything had changed... but at first Sam couldn't figure out why.
Then came the night of the spring dance at the Groovy Smoothie and everything suddenly came to light. Carly hadn't had a date, so Freddie and Sam had set her up with a guy who turned out to be nothing but annoying. Eventually, Carly dumped her date, leaving Carly and Freddie alone at the Groovy Smoothie after everyone else had gone home for the night.
Sam had gone over to Gibby's with Carly's urging, asking him if he wanted to go with her to the dance. Gibby was a chubby boy from their high school who often went shirtless and was a bit weird, but the icarly gang had always considered him a friend. To Sam's surpise and shock, Gibby already had a date! And with a hot girl. Sam couldn't believe her eyes. Since Gibby had turned her down and found his own date, Sam went to the Groovy Smoothie, only to find Carly and Freddie in each other's arms dancing together to romantic music.
Sam stood there staring in the doorway, for the second time that night beside herself in surprise and shock. Carly and Freddie? Noooooo! It couldn't be. But the two were dancing close, cheek to cheek...
Tears stung Sam's blue eyes as she left Groovy Smoothie and began walking away into the night. No, Freddie officially wasn't hers... and she had always called him a nerd or a geek, but they had shared such a sweet and passionate kiss that night on the fire escape. After that kiss, they had even been civilized (most of the time). They had gained a growing respect for one another and Sam had even lessened her urges to become physically agressive with him. At one time Freddie had said to her that when a girl constantly picks on a guy that really means she likes him... and how he right he was, although Sam wouldn't be caught dead admitting it. When they had first met, Freddie had a mad crush on his neighbor Carly who also happened to be Sam's best friend, but Carly just wanted to be his friend. Now it seemed Carly wanted to be more than friends... and it just wasn't fair! Sam wanted Freddie to be hers.
"I hate you, Freddie Benson!" Sam bit out as tears escaped her eyes. She ran home, finding her mom passed out on the couch. The stench of cigarettes and alcohol permeated the air as Sam stumbled blindly to her bedroom. She slammed the door and cried into her pillow.
The next day at school, Sam looked like hell. She hadn't slept much the night before and her eyes were swollen from crying. She looked even more grumpy than usual as she came to class, wearing clothes that looked partially slept in. She didn't say a word to anybody as she took a seat at her desk and waited for class to start. She didn't even look up when Freddie and Carly entered the room and sat down in seats close to hers. Usually by now, Sam would be poking Freddie in the back with her pencil, but this day, she didn't move a muscle, seeming as though she was in some sort of trance. "Hey Sam,
what happened to you last night?" Carly asked her best friend, but Sam didn't answer. She just shrugged then glanced forward, seeing their teacher walk into the room.
They were taking Mrs. Perkin's Family Living class and the teacher announced that she had chosen couples from the class to be "married," so the class could see what it was like to raise a family, live on a budget, and become familiar with the decisions of married life. There were chuckles in the classroom as Mrs. Perkins explained the assignment, then started naming off the couples. "Knowing my luck, I'm gonna get Gibby for my husband," Sam thought to herself as she was rolling her eyes and the teacher was assigning the couples for the assignment.
"Carly Shay, your husband for this assignment will be Gibby," the teacher announced. Sam smirked a little, thanking God silently that Gibby wasn't her husband, even if it was just for an assignment.
Then the teacher called out Sam's name and to Sam's shock, the teacher said that Fredward Benson was Sam's husband for the classroom assignment. Sam looked at Freddie and his eyes met hers as the news sunk in. "He's my husband... omg," she thought as she was gazing into those sexy dark eyes of his.
"I can't believe it."
After the couples had been assigned, the teacher came by with robotic dolls for each married couple. Everyone got a baby. Sam and Freddie were last. Since there were two dolls remaining after the others got a baby, the teacher handed Sam a baby boy dressed in blue and then gave Freddie the other doll which was dressed in pink. "Twins," she said with a smile as she went on to explain that the couples would need to care for the dolls as though they were real babies. They would cry and need ongoing care and if not properly cared for, there would be consequences. She handed out a packet of papers explaining the assignment as well as corresponding work sheets. The first part of the assignment entailed naming the babies and picking their occupations. The couples paired off to begin the assignment. Sam could barely even look at Freddie, especially after that dance she had seen him sharing with Carly the previous night. She was unusually quiet and didn't even have the strength or energy to insult him.
"Okay, let's get this over with... what do you want to name our kid?" Sam spoke as she held the boy doll in her arms and looked over at Freddie over the doll's bald head. "How about Fredward Junior for our son?" she suggested.
Twins! Freddie thought, why did the teacher think they were capable or raising twins! He really didn't know much about babies to begin with so he assumed this was going to be a hard assignment. He then heard Sam say something to him. "Huh? OH! Sure sure," he said.
"Fredward Junior okay sounds good," he said with a nod.
"So that leaves the girl," he said. He looked kindda ridiculous holding the doll in his arms.
"I don't know anything about girl's names," he told Sam, although he did like Sam's name.
"Well, that settles it then," said Sam when Freddie agreed to her suggestion for the boy's name.
"Now we have to name our ... ummmm ... daughter," Sam spoke while awkwardly holding the boy doll. Freddie too was holding the girl doll just as awkwardly. It felt so strange to be holding a mechanic doll and calling it your son or daughter.
"Ohhhh I know," Sam said sarcastically. "We should call her Carly... since the two of you shared a romantic dance at the Groovy Smoothie together the other night; I'm sure you'd just LOVE to name her Carly." Sam then looked at Freddie, wondering what his response was going to be considering she KNEW. But Freddie looked speechless there for a second. Then all out of the blue, the girl doll started to cry... rather loudly.
Freddie looked confused about what Sam was talking about ...Oh that! "No," he said. "Well, I mean, um..." Then the doll was crying and and he looked afraid.
"How do you make it stop?" he asked. "And why would I name her Carly?"
"Sam's a pretty name," he said and then trying to make the doll stop crying.
"Why are you crying?" he asked looking at the doll as if it could answer him.
The doll was staring back at Freddie with its lifeless eyes, but it wasn't answering. Sam reached for the doll Freddie was holding and took it in her arms. Gently she started patting it's back. Suddenly the doll let out a god-awful burp. Sam couldn't help but laugh. "OMG," she said, giggling a little. "Our baby has man-sized burps."
She looked at Freddie then, seeing he was nervous about the doll's crying and maybe too a little nervous cause she knew about his dance with Carly. "Okay, how about we call her Samantha then?" she said with a small smile. She was so thankful he didn't actually agree to naming their baby Carly.
Now Sam was holding both of the dolls and feeling a bit weird about being their "mother." What if this was real and she and Freddie were REALLY married and had twin children? Her head spun at the thought. "I suppose we better chose our jobs now for the assignment. Should I be a stripper, just like my mother?" she asked him.
Freddie was relieved when Sam got the baby to stop crying and then nodded. "Yes, Samantha sounds perfect," he agreed. His eyes went wide when she asked if she should be a stripper. "No!" he blurted out. "I mean... um, I think you should do something that will allow you to be home at decent hours with our kids," he said honestly.
"Or I could work from home maybe," he said. "And you could have a nine-to-five job if you want."
Once again, Sam was secretly glad that Freddie didn't actually agree to her stripper suggestion. She didn't really wanna be like her mom, but sometimes she feared she would turn out like her. She wanted to be a happy and successful young woman, not have a degrading job of showing off her body like her mother did. "Good, I want to be a good mother to our babies," said Sam with a little smile. "Much better than my own mother was," she silently added to herself.
"I bet you'd like a tech producer job... you're so good with technical equipment, such as cameras and computers," spoke Sam. "I could work from home... then I could be there for the little ones. But what can I do...? I don't do anything well, besides eat." Sam really really loved to eat.
Freddie nodded. "I'd love to have a tech producer job, that's what I'll do," he said.
"Well, can you cook?" he asked her. "Maybe there might be some food related job you could do?"
"No, I can't really cook worth a crap," Sam admitted. "But I can make cupcakes... and brownies. I could bake food from home... and sell it. I like to decorate cakes, too." Sam liked that idea, though she was a bit afraid she might eat half the profits. She liked eating the food more than she did cooking it.
Sam started writing on the paper. They had the babies names picked out, as well as their occupations. What was next? Now they had to figure their salaries, rent (house payment), utility bills, grocery budget, etc. "OMG, Fredward... I'm terrible at math," said Sam as she handed the worksheet to him. "Please help." Sam Puckett had actually said please... and to Freddie Benson of all people.
"I'm slipping. I haven't even insulted him once today," Sam thought to herself. She glanced over at Freddie, thinking he was probably the hottest guy in school now. It was hard to believe that she had ever really thought he was a nerd.
"That's a good idea,' Freddie said of selling the baked goods. "Okay," he said taking the paper to do the math calculations for their assignment to figure out their budgets, rent and everything else.
Sam was relieved when Freddie had all the calculations figured out. Now they could turn the first worksheet into Mrs. Perkins and just be done with it. It looked like they were all done here for today, at least with written assignments. But of course they still had the robotic babies to look after, and the little boy baby must have been starting to get hungry. It started to whimper. Sam put the doll bottle into its small mouth to "feed" it. How in the world were they going to take care of these two "babies" for the next two weeks? They still had to shoot icarly, plus tonight was a big night for them. They were having dinner at Carly's place and Carly's brother Spencer was making his famous Spaghetti Tacos. They were planning to watch a movie as well.
Suddenly a scary thought came to Sam. She couldn't possibly take one of these dolls home with her. Her mom would make fun of her to no end. She could hear her mother's taunts now. She would say Sam was too big to play with dolls and make Sam feel like a total idiot. "Ummmm ... Fredward," Sam spoke up. "Could we keep both of the babies at your house?" Sam asked hopefully.
"Do you think your mother would mind?" She prayed he would say yes... cause her mom was nothing but a selfish bitch.
Freddie wondered why Sam couldn't keep a baby at her house, but figured there must be a good reason if she couldn't. "I don't think my mom will mind,"
he said honestly.
"Its just a project anyhow, so she'll understand," he said.
"So, I'll keep them at my house," he told Sam with a smile.
"Actually I am staying the weekend at Carly's house, so I'll be around to help out with the babies if you should need me," Sam told Freddie as she returned his smile. She was so glad he had agreed to keeping both dolls at his house; it would save her a lot of headache with her mother. Sam spent more time at Carly's than she ever did at her own place, but mostly because her mom was always drunk and sometimes she had guys over. They weren't the type of guys a teenage girl should be hanging out around. Sam's mom seldom kept food in the house so the only time Sam had a half decent meal was at school or when visiting Carly. Occasionally her mom would leave her some money, then she would go out to eat.
"Your mom is a little neurotic, but for the most part I think she's pretty nice," Sam commented to Freddie as Mrs. Perkins walked around gathering up their worksheets. At least Freddie's mom actually loved and cared about him, even if she did make him take tick baths and wear antibacterial underwear.
Soon the bell rang and class was over. It was the last class of the day, so it was time to head home. Sam picked up Fredward Junior, wrapping him up in the blue baby blanket Mrs. Perkins had provided. Since the doll was supposed to simulate a real baby, it wouldn't be proper at all to stuff him into her backpack. "I'll meet you at Carly's after school, k?" Sam said to Freddie as they headed out to their lockers. "I'm starved and I hope she has something good to eat for our after school snacks at her place." Since it was a Friday night, it was sort of a tradition for them all to meet at Carly's place and have supper and watch movies.
Freddie laughed. "Yeah she's not exactly normal but she won't mind a bit," he told her, speaking of his mother.
He held the girl baby- Samantha, in his arms as he walked with Sam. "I'm sure she'll have something good to eat," he said to Sam when she mentioned eating snacks at Carly's.
Sam tossed her things into her locker, then got ready to go after she had handed the boy baby doll to Freddie. She began walking home with Carly, just as she always did. "Okay, Sam... what's going on? Why didn't you show up at the Groovy Smoothie with Gibby the other night? And why have you been acting so freakin weird?" Carly demanded.
"Uhhh ... well, Gibby had a date, believe it or not... So I uhhhh... just decided to go home," Sam fibbed. It was sort of true, she had decided to go home... but only after she had seen Freddie and Carly dancing.
"Well, my date sucked. He turned out to be nothing but an annoying jerk who talked wayyyyy too much," Carly spoke as they neared Carly and Freddie's apartment building. Carly and Freddie lived in apartments which were directly across from each other on the eighth floor.
"So what do you think of this assignment Mrs. Perkins has us doing, with the baby dolls, marriage and stuff? What's it like being married to Gibby?" asked Sam as she and Carly got on the elevator together.
"Ohhh it's a thrill, thats for sure," joked Carly. "And you got Freddie...
imagine that. All the girls wanted him."
"I'm sure they did," Sam said softly. "Especially you, I'm sure," she silently added, thinking once again to the dance Freddie and Carly had shared.
When they arrived at Carly's, there was snacks on the bar Spencer, Carly's older brother had prepared for them. It was Rice Krispie treats. Like a starving person, Sam grabbed one and began gobbling it. Meanwhile, Carly was trying to settle down her robotic baby that had began to cry. "Ohhhh... I know I should have had Gibby take this THING home for the weekend. It won't shut up!" Carly said as she tried to quiet the crying doll.
"Help... somebody help..." Carly cried out as everything she tried made no difference. Her robotic baby was squalling like it was broken.
Freddie had both dolls on his way home and would hafta take them to Carly's that evening for the movies too, but he didn't mind as he had kindda figured out how to take care of the things now which was good.
Sam noticed Carly was freaking out as the doll continued to make a loud, piercing cry. "I think you need to burp her," Sam spoke up, remembering earlier in class when her own robotic doll had needed patted on the back. Frantically, Carly raised the doll to her shoulder, then patted its back. It burped, then ceased crying.
"Thanks, Sam," Carly said with a small smile. "You'd make a great mom."
"Really?" Sam said a bit hopefully. She wanted to be a mom someday... and nothing like her own mother. She wanted to be a great mom.
"Sure, you would," said Carly as she joined her friend at the bar and grabbed one of the Rice Krispie treats. "Freddie should be here soon," she said in between bites.
"Kewl," Sam spoke as she went to pour two glasses of lemonaid, one for herself and one for her best friend. As Sam polished off her snack, she was daydreaming about Freddie.
Freddie had the two dolls and soon arrived at Carly's place. Luckily, the two babies seemed well-behaved thus far.
"Play nice while we're at your Aunt Carly's," he said, then looked down at the dolls and shook his head slightly. He was talking to dolls! Okay, that had to stop.
Sam was actually daydreaming about her kiss with Freddie when he came to the door carrying the dolls. She nearly dropped her glass of lemonaid when Carly opened the door and there he stood, holding both Fredward Jr and Samantha in his arms. She gave him a little smile across the room, her face probably flushed from memories of their first and only kiss.
"Hi Freddie, how are your little munchkins?" Carly said to him jokingly as she moved aside to let him enter the apartment. "Sam has been a great help with my little one. It had a burp stuck in it's throat... can you believe that?"
Sam started laughing as she joined her best friend and Freddie. "Hey, Fredward," she said to him almost sweetly. She didn't even notice that she didn't call him "Fred-Nerd" or anything else insulting. She then looked into those chocolate brown eyes of his and felt lost. Again she was thinking of that kiss.
Carly looked at both Freddie and Sam and saw the two of them looking deeply at each other... and somehow it seemed a bit like a private moment. Lately she felt like she had been intruding on the two and it made her feel sad. Ever since that KISS. It had changed everything... it really had. Now Sam had been keeping secrets from her... and now she felt like a third wheel. She didn't really want Freddie for herself, did she?
Freddie smiled at Sam too, but then realized that Carly had asked about the kids. "The babies are good, yeah Sam is good with babies,' he said talking to Carly, but looking at Sam. She really knew how to handle the babies, she was good at so many things. That kiss was nice too, he had liked it even though they had said it was just for the sake of "getting it over with."
Carly sighed softly, reaching for the twin dolls Freddie was holding so she could lay them down in a makeshift bed next to her own robotic doll. "Yeah, Sam is the best," she said as she put little Fredward and Samantha down to "rest" next to her and Gibby's little baby doll. She covered the three babies with a receiving blanket, then returned to Sam and Freddie, who were still gazing at each other all moony-eyed. Carly carefully cleared her throat, trying to get the attention of her two best friends.
Yeah, it was definitely clear that Sam and Freddie were really into each other. And the other night when Freddie had asked Carly to dance at the Groovy Smoothie must have been his way of being nice to her after her fisasco date from hell. That was just like Freddie... he was such a nice guy. The crush he had once had on Carly Shay was now just a thing of the past. It was quite obvious he was totally crushing on Sam. And from the looks Sam was giving him, it was no secret that she too was wild about Freddie. How had that happened? Sam had always treated Freddie like he was nothing but a nerd. In fact, Carly had been the one to break up many of their squabbles. And how many times had Sam used Freddie as her own personal punching bag? Now Sam looked as though she wanted to get physical with Freddie in an entirely different way.
As Carly looked at Sam and Freddie, she decided she would just be happy for the two. There was no need to be jealous... afterall, she had always known that Freddie wasn't the guy for her. But Freddie Benson had certainly brought out the best in Sam. Sam was practically glowing.
Sam finally found her voice. "Uhhh Freddie, would you like a glass of lemonaid?" she asked him. She went to the kitchen area and began to pour a glass of lemonaid and then brought it over to Freddie. She also brought him a Rice Krispie treat. Her fingers lightly brushed his as she placed the snack in his hand. She felt as though a warm surge of electricity moved through her at the innnocent touch. (Sam Puckett had just poured lemonaid for Freddie Benson and brought him a snack! She must be really slipping!)
"I bet you're hungry," she said to him as she looked up into his eyes.
'I know I am starved for your kisses,' she thought to herself.
"So... what movie would you guys like to see tonight?" Carly spoke up to ask.
"Thanks," Freddie said with a bright smile accepting the snack and drink; they were his favorite.
"Movie?" he said hearing Carly. "Whatever movie."
"Are there any good movies out?" he asked Sam with a smile.
Sam sort of snapped out of her trance when Freddie asked her a question. "Uhhhh... I dunno if there are any good movies out right now or not," she replied with a little shrug. If she had her way, she would love to spend a night with Freddie all alone, just getting to know him better, but as it turned out, they would be hanging out with Carly and Carly's older brother Spencer. As much as she adored her best friend Carly, she wanted some alone-time with this sexy guy Freddie Benson and explore her growing feelings for him.
"Okay, well, I'm gonna take a trip down to Movie Mart to pick out some movies while Spencer is out doing the shopping for the stuff for the spaghetti tacos. You two have fun while I'm gone... and uhhhh... don't forget to keep an eye on the babies," Carly said as she grabbed her purse then headed toward the door.
"We won't," Sam promised as she took a seat on the couch and never took her eyes off Freddie.
"Sit down here with me, Fredward. We need to talk," Sam suggested. She had sooo much she wanted to say to him. She was still confused about what happened between him and Carly the other night. Did Freddie have feelings for her, or was he actually harboring romantic feelings for her best friend Carly?
After Freddie joined her, Sam began to speak. "I saw you and Carly dancing at the Groovy Smoothie the other night," she said bluntly, just letting it all out. "I was pretty upset... in fact, I was jealous."
"Do you still have feelings for Carly... I mean, other than friendship?" Sam asked. "Cuz you see, I thought you sort of liked me..."
She sucked in her breath, trying to spit it all out. "After we kissed... I mean, I thought-," she said, her words getting all tangled up in each other. "Freddie, do you like me...?" She looked at him, all scared and entirely hopeful.
OOC: Hey guys, sorry bout the cliffhanger, but the next chapter will make up for it, I promise. Leave some reviews, and I promise to update soon :)