iHaveYourLaptop
A/N: Ha, Sam steals Freddie's laptop, what's he going to do to get it back! Seddie, of course!
Samantha Puckett watched as Fredward Benson slept soundly in a chair at Carly's house. Light waves of brown hair brushed over his eyebrows. His face held a content smile. His laptop was set awkwardly on his lap, and was dangerously close to falling.
Sam, then had a wonderful idea.
She sneakily took the laptop out of Freddie's hands, and set his hands in a closed clasp across his stomach as she quietly went to her house.
--NEXT DAY--
Freddie Benson woke up the next morning to Sam shaking him awake.
"Wha-wha, NO MOM, I DON'T HAVE TICKS!!" Freddie yelled, incoherently.
"GET UP FREDDORK!" Sam yelled in his ear.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Freddie yelled, falling out of his chair before standing upright with a frustrated grimace.
Sam just smirked as the disheveled boy straightened out his striped polo before tugging at his arm. "Come on dork, we have school."
Freddie nodded before going to grab his backpack, and his laptop. "Sam, where's my laptop?" he asked suspiciously.
"I have no clue," Sam said, looking very innocent.
"Sam," Freddie warned.
"I don't know dork, now let's go" Sam hastened.
Freddie sighed and rolled his eyes before following the blond girl out. Carly was already down in the lobby. "There you are! I thought you two would never wake up!" she exclaimed.
The two exchanged looks. "Well, Freddie decided to sleepover," Carly explained, "And Sam, you, well you disappeared last night," Carly continued with a nervous look.
"Wait, how did Freddie's mom agree to this?" Sam asked.
"I told her I wouldn't sleep with him and that he would take a tick bath today," Carly said in a rush.
"Carly!" Freddie whined.
"Grow up Fredweird," Sam snapped.
Freddie rolled his eyes but still looked grumpy as the three set out to school.
"Carly, have you seen my laptop?" Freddie questioned suddenly.
"No, why?" Carly responded.
"Because I have no clue where it is!" Freddie said, frustrated overtones on his voice.
"Sam?" Carly asked her blond friend.
"What?" she asked back.
"Where's Freddie's laptop?" Carly said expectantly.
"I dunno," Sam said in a dull voice.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Freddie just rolled his eyes again, which earned him a pinch from Sam.
"Hey Freddie, what's your first class?" Gibby asked as the three stepped into the school.
"Algebra," Freddie responded, confused.
"Sam?" Gibby asked nervously.
"Algebra," Sam said in a bored voice.
"Carly?" Gibby asked the brunette.
"History," was the response.
Gibby nodded and ran away before Sam could touch him.
Her answer earned a surprised look from the two occupying parties. "But you had Algebra before," Freddie questioned.
"I have AP History, so it's during my first period," Carly explained.
The two shrugged their shoulders. "Great, now I'm stuck with the Great Dorkini for all of my classes without any support," Sam grumbled.
"It's okay Sam," Carly comforted with a smile.
"Hey!" Freddie exclaimed.
Carly shot him a remorseful glance, but turned back to Sam. The bell rang right then and the two bickering duo set off for room 213, and Carly went off in the other direction.
Sam was incredibly bored during Algebra, so she decided to have a little 'fun' with Freddie.
Freddie, I have your laptop- S
She then passed the note to the boy besides her.
Freddie read it, astonished. He then picked up his pen and wrote furiously.
SAM! I knew you took it!-F
Well, Freddo, you gots to dos something for your lil old Sam-S
Freddie groaned when he read the last note.
What?- F
Sam grinned widely before replying.
Do whatever I want till I say you don't need to, and I mean EVERYTHING!-S
Freddie gaped at this.
Sam, isn't there ANYTHING else?-F
Sam thought for a bit before replying.
No-S
Freddie took a deep breath before shakingly writing back.
Ok then-F
A/N: Ok, thats my little prologue :D
Review please!
Story is gonna be more Seddie-centric and humor, lighter than my others, and will be around 6-15 chapters.