Okay so Pancake2 put up a Seddie Challenge and I decided to do it. I hope you enjoy. Please read and review.
DisclaimerI do not own iCarly (Yeah, bask in the elaborateness of my disclaimer).
"You are the most uncomplimentary person I have ever met, Pucket," I exclaimed in
exasperation. I mean, we had just walked into the grocery store five minutes ago and
Sam had already managed to convince me to buy her Bolivian bacon, which she forced
the store to import for her; and then she promptly smacked me across the face with
the package a total of eight times, and was currently laughing like a hyena.
"Oh yeah, who says so?" Sam questioned me.
"I say so," I retort back to her.
"I meant someone who matters," Sam said, a smirk evident in her tone.
"Well, I bet you couldn't last the rest of this excursion without insulting, or
harassing me," I challenged her.
"Is that a bet, Benson?" Sam rhetorically questioned me.
"Shoosh, yeah, Pucket," I said.
"Okay, I like it. You're finally growing a spine, although, who says 'excursion'
anymore?" Sam said, patting me on the back.
"You know that you just insulted me," I informed her.
"No," she said, drawing out the word, "I complemented you, and then I simply asked
you a question."
"Whatever, let's go get the rest of the things that Carly and Spencer need," I said,
trying to see the logic behind Sam's 'compliment'.
"Fine, although I don't see why they couldn't get it themselves," Sam whined to me.
"Carly was shopping with Wendy and Spencer was at Socko's house getting custom socks
for his new sock sculpture. We were being nice friends and buying groceries for
them," I told Sam in a tone that I would use with small children and dogs.
"That's a load of chiz, anyway we're getting this," Sam commanded me.
"What is it?" I asked in disgust, for she was holding up a small sized plastic bucket
that looked like it was filled with hardened slime.
"It's this new candy, they combine a little of the eight most popular taffy flavors
and then mix it and put it in this bucket. But, you probably wouldn't know that
because of your mom and her new 'no sticky food because it will RIP YOUR TEETH OUT'
craze," Sam replied with a hopeful glint in her eyes. "BTW: that was an insult to
your mom, not you."
"Whatever, we can get the slime. But, get five, one for each of us. Me, you, Carly,
Gibby, and Spencer," I instructed Sam.
"You don't need... Wait, never mind, but can you pay for them, I forgot my money,"
she said. I could tell she was holding back the insult and it looked like it was
physically painful for her to do so.
It went on with the routine of me picking something off of the shelf and her holding
back an insult until we left the store. After we had left, we just walked back to
Carly's apartment in silence.
As I turned the key in the lock, she started to talk again. "Ha, in your face,
Benson!" Sam taunted playfully. "I won the bet, again, and you lost the bet, again."
"I don't care, Princess Pucket," the lie evident in my tone and facial expression as
we both dropped our bags and went to sit on the couch.
"Yeah you do," she said, as she playfully slapped me.
I slapped her in return, "Sure, whatever."
"You know you love it," Sam whispered. She leaned in slowly and kissed me. I responded
immediately as our tongues battle for dominance.
"Epp!" a startled Carly screamed as she dropped her bags on the ground. "I go to
Build-A-Bra and Glitter Gloss and then I come home to see you two making out on the
couch!"
"Ew, you went to Glitter Gloss?" I questioned.
"Yes, I got some glow-in-the-dark cherry flavored glitter gloss. But that's beside
the point," Carly screeched.
"And exactly (what) is the point, Carly?" I asked, thinking out loud.
"The point is that I come home to see my two best friends making out!" Carly said as
she puts on some of her new Glitter Gloss.
"But you went to Glitter Gloss?" I replied, feeling total disgust towards that store.
"Yes, but that is NOT the key issue here," Carly said as she started to pace back and
forth in front of the couch.
"Chill, Carls, stop repeating yourself," Sam demanded in a friendly tone, "and move, your blocking my view of the MMA fight." With Sam's Caribbean blue eyes trained on the television, she
shooed Carly out of the way.
"I will repeat myself all I want until I get an explanation," Carly retorted, a hint
of annoyance creeping into her voice.
"Do you want to tell her or should I?" I asked Sam in a hushed tone in hopes that
Carly wouldn't eavesdrop on us.
"You can tell her, Dorkwad," Sam retorted back with her usual calm,
I-don't-give-a-chiz demeanor.
"I can still hear you," Carly exclaimed in a sing-song tone.
"Okay, so the thing is, Sam and I have been dating for quite some time by now," I
said. As soon as I said it, I inched towards Sam for protection incase Carly went
beserk on us for keeping a secret even after we made the pact to never keep a
secret.
"How long, exactly, is 'quite a while'?" Carly asked, trying to stay calm, but it
looked like she was going to lose it in a second.
"Ocho," Freddie replied weakly.
"'Ocho' what, ocho bananas?" Carly said.
"Ocho months," Freddie replied, moving even closer to Sam.
"I can't believe it. Why didn't you guys just tell me? I would've been cool with it.
This is just like the kiss all over again," Carly ranted all in one breath.
"We tried to tell you, well I tried to tell you, before you left, but you just
shoved the list in my hand and left," I replied, hoping that she would stop pacing,
because it was just making me more nervous.
"Okay, it's okay. Just give me a minute," Carly said, breathing in and out slowly.
As she turned around to go sit in the black reclining chair, Sam and I remained
silent, which I guess Carly found pretty unusual because half way to the chair, she
whipped her head around to see Sam and I making out.
"Seriously? I turn around for two seconds and you two go back to making out,"
Carly shrieked. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I am happy for you guys, but could you
just give me a minute to process that my two best friends are dating?"
"Okay, how about we all go to the Groovy Smoothies and get some smoothies, just like
the old times," I suggested in a soothing tone to calm Carly down as I started to
get up.
"Good idea, Fredwierd," Sam said, getting up and getting her bag.
As Sam, Carly, and I started out of the door, Carly muttered, "I can't believe you
two."
"What?" Sam and I asked simultaneously. Then Sam slapped me.
"Ow, what was that for?" I screamed in pain.
"I thought we agreed to stop doing that," Sam responded casually.
"You two are dating yet nothing has changed. Sam still abuses you both verbally
and physically," Carly exclaimed.
"You say that as if you actually thought that we were going to change and be all
lovey-dovey with each other," Sam accused Carly as Sam and I started cracking up
over what Sam had said.
Our laughter was shortly followed by me asking, "Wait, did you?" My voice drifted
down the hallway before it was cut off by the closing of the elevator doors.