Title: Fried Chicken
Summary: Since when does fried chicken lead to something more? Since Sam and Freddie, of course.
Length: One-shot.
Author's Note: This is my second Seddie story, so don't flame, and just to clear things up my other Seddie story is a multi-chapter. Please review, it means a whole lot to me.
Story:
Sam's P.O.V.
I woke up on Carly's couch. After lying still for a few moments, too lazy to move, I forced myself to sit up. I looked around the apartment, but I didn't see Carly anywhere, so I knew she must be upstairs. I was about to go back to sleep when I spotted Freddork standing in the kitchen, eating fried chicken. Wait, fried chicken! No, no, no, no! Not my precious chicken!
"You idiot!" I screamed at him. He must have thought I was still sleeping, because he jumped when he heard my voice. He turned around to face me.
I leaped from the couch, and dove at him, screaming in anger. "Give me my fried chicken!"
I pounced on him, the chicken dropping to the floor. We both hit the ground, with me on top of him.
We were in such an odd angle when we fell, my lips crashed onto his. Sparks intensely rippled through my body, an amazing feeling.
We both lay on the ground, unmoving. I was too shocked at what was happening to get off of him, and I reckon he was too shocked to push me off. Finally, after what I presume to be about eight seconds, Freddie and I awkwardly parted, and I got off of him.
We now stood up, facing each other. Freddie decided to talk. "Well, that was…uh…" I glared at him, and did the only reasonable thing possible. I smacked him on the cheek, and he hit me right back.
"Nub." I spat.
"Demon." He was quick to reply.
"Look what you did! You're going to pay for this, Fredwad." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Look what I did! You're the one who landed on me!"
"But you're the one who made me! If you wouldn't have taken my fried chicken in the first place, we wouldn't be having this problem!"
"I didn't take your fried chicken! It was in Carly's fridge!" I sneered.
"But you should know that any meat, especially fried chicken, is mine! Mama needs her meat!"
"Well, if you need your meat so badly, why don't you go and get some!"
With that, I grabbed the front of his shirt, yanked him towards me, and kissed him. Yet again, the familiar sparks filled my body, a feeling called love.
The kiss started off rough, but quickly became passionate and sweet. I let go of his shirt, and my arms wrapped around his neck. He placed his hands on my waist, and pulled me closer to him.
After several more moments, I pulled away. I looked him in the eye, and glared. "Neither one of us will speak of this to anyone, got it Benson?" He stared right back at me. "I swear I won't. Now, I have to go. I'm going to work on my biolicaca-" I punched him on the shoulder. "Ouch! What was that for!" I shrugged. "You were boring me." He gaped. "But I only said- oh forget about it. I'm out of here."
"Bye Frednub!" I called after him, as he brushed past me and left.
At that moment Carly came down the stairs, with a slightly worried expression. "What happened while I was gone, you guys didn't kill each other, did you?" I reached down and picked up the piece of fried chicken Fredbag was eating before, and took a bite. I shrugged, and with a mouthful of chicken, told Carly "Nothing much happened, really."
Little did she know, that was far from the truth, but hey, nobody had to know. Once more, Freddie and I had a dirty little secret.