Disclaimers: This is a Fanfiction therefore I don't own Icarly
School 1:20
"Mama's boy is this where you been hiding your nub face all lunch?"
yeah, even without looking it impossible to not know whose voice that was. Sometime it can't be help that you react toward that kind of voice even through you know you should not.
But what can I say, being around her too much influence the rebel side that tell me to ignore my conscious. Closing my locker, after grabbing my text book for next class, I turn to see that innocent but smirking face.
A content smile on my face, a bounce in my step, a confident stride, and a purpose is what define me at this one moment. Even through she try to hide it, her eye easily told me she was caught off guard by my lack of reaction.
Maybe if it been another day I would have given her what she wanted, but today change is a must. Each step I take toward her echo a heart beat that rang within my ear. Each step that can bring me to heaven or hell depending on the uncertain future.
Excitement is a feeling that always appear whenever she is within my viewing distance. It has return once again and I am not surprise. finally after those heavy heart pounding steps I am just an arm length away from her.
" So Puckett, who was that you were calling a mama's boy" A smile on my face I as hold my backpack on one shoulder.
" Honestly nub, it's just us here in the hallway right now. So who else would be the mama's boy." A twinkle of joy in her eye, a smirk on her face, and carefree attitude standing before me.
Sometime while you spend most of your free time around somebody you can't help but learn their thoughts. Without that the unpredictability that is Sam Puckett would ruin my plan. Somehow this one moment seem to last a lot longer than it seem.
My normal fear whenever this girl is around me seem to warn me to back out and tell her she right then walk away. But something I like to call the Sam Puckett within me say stop being a nub and live. Of Course Sam Puckett always win even inside my own head.
Funny, how she seem to live outside and inside of me. Surprisingly I am quite content with that.
" You know, I seem to remember a small fact, what do you normally refer to yourself. " a step forward that was respond with a step back from the girl standing in front of me.
" Mama, but what does that have to do with any." A clear eye on confusion along with the thought of my mom craziness rubbing off on me can be easily detected on her face.
" So, if I am mama's boy and you're mama whose boy do I belong to me." Another step forward and again another step back from her.
" Mine? " a respond that you can tell the thought has not fully enter her head and she have not register what she had say at all.
I took the final step toward her and then she realize she could not take another step back because she was guided toward the locker and trapped her without an exit. It would be pointless doing all of this if I give her the option to run away.
A look of vulnerability flash across her face then disappear. Placing my hands on the locker on both her side I made sure there is not way she will escape from this.
Then it now or never so I lean down toward her ear leaving a distance of a lair length away.
" Yes Puckett, your." a gentle whisper, and a light feather brush my lip that barely glaze the shell of her ears.
" So, I'll see you later after school right Mama?" I look at her as I walk backward looking at her. Waiting for a respond or anything. But it seem she just stood there waiting for the whole event to be process and caught up.
Well like I say heaven or hell only the future will say. one last look then I turn around to walk to my class. anxious and nervous about after school. even with all my fear, I can't help but feel like the glass is half full and high chance are possible.