Chapter 2: iMove to Bushwell.
It was the end of Sam's first official day at Ridgeway High and it was safe to say that she was glad the day was over. Yes she didn't have too much of a problem with going back there tomorrow but for now she needed to get away from a certain Freddie Benson who had been following her around for most of the day claiming it was because she had ended up in most of his classes. Sam found him ridiculously annoying but yet there was something about his company that she enjoyed but just couldn't quite put her finger on it. That just made him even more annoying. As she made her way home from school, home meaning Bushwell Plaza to see Carly, she remained trapped up in her thoughts as she chewed on her lower lip thinking deeply. She had many things bolting around in her mind, one being a rant about her new school that she would soon express to Carly and another being how annoyed she was that she now had to walk home from school all the time seems Carly no longer goes to school meaning no lifts home from Spencer. As Sam entered the lobby of Bushwell she ignored the yelling of Lewbert as she was too wrapped up in her own thoughts and took the elevator straight to Carly's apartment, refusing to take the stairwell as she had just walked so far.
As Sam stepped into Carly's apartment she headed straight towards the fridge as she so desperately needed ham or fried chicken or ribs or perhaps all of the above. Her nose curled slightly as she noticed the Shay's only had diet peppy cola; she hated diet so root beer would have to do.
"Hey kiddo" Spencer greeted her from the living room.
"Oh hi" Sam replied as she looked up from the fridge for a moment, she never even noticed him there busy working on a sculpture when she came in.
"Carly will be down in a minute she's just finishing off her History assignment" Spencer explained. "And I'm now off out to get some gold glitter" he added.
"Just bring me back a bucket of fried chicken!" Sam told him making Spencer spring a smile as he left the apartment.
Left to her own thoughts and devouring the Shay's entire pack of ham whilst waiting for Carly to come down stairs Sam began to hear various different banging sounds and two people arguing with each other out in the hall. She wondered who it was and why they were thinking that it was okay to give her a headache. After taking one last sip of her root beer Sam began walking over to the front door to give whoever it was a piece of her mind.
"Hey Sam" Carly called excitedly as she ran down the stairs, stopping Sam from opening up the front door.
"Who's outside yelling?" Sam immediately asked.
"Oh it's probably the new people who are moving in across the hall" Carly answered. "I haven't met them yet. Spencer says it's a lady and her son who's our age. He's met the lady and apparently she's insane" she explained.
"Oh great because all we need is some crazy person moving in!" Sam replied.
"You know what Spencer's like, he's probably over exaggerating" Carly hoped. "Anyway how was school?" she asked eagerly.
"Stupid" Sam grunted as she began to rant before Carly could say anything else. "This stupid shirtless kid had to take me to my first class and all he goes on about is liquid soap. I got sat next to Freddie Benson in English who's a nub and dresses like a bumble bee and the teacher made him my tutor, then the exact same thing happened in Math and Physics! Then I had gym, where I got away from Freddie but this Wendy chick warned me that he's very popular and every girl in school has a crush on him so I may want to be careful. Then it was lunch and the cafeteria didn't serve tater-tots and then I had gym again!" Sam stressed whilst taking a deep breath once she had finished talking.
"Maybe he has a crush on you" Carly suggested.
"No way! Apparently he hasn't had a girlfriend in like two years so I doubt it that he would be into me" Sam replied. "And I would never be into him!" she quickly added causing Carly to form a small smile.
"Well it sounds like you've had a rough day then" Carly said, not too sure whether she should continue the conversation or not.
"Yes, the principle and that Wendy girl seem alright though" Sam told her. "Who are those people moving in across the hall?" she shouted through being fed up of the noise they were making as she span herself around and opened up the front door.
There he was Freddie Benson stood in the middle of the hallway with a large box in his hands which read 'Fredward's room'. He didn't notice Sam at first though as he was too busy arguing with the woman stood in front of him who must have been his mother, the crazy lady. Did they not have any idea on how much noise they were making?
"Why have you taken off your jumper?" Freddie's mother questioned in a tone which sounded more like she was telling him off.
"It makes me look like a bumble bee!" he whined.
"Well that's never bothered you before" she stressed before walking into their new apartment.
"Oh for the love of fried chicken!" Sam screamed. "What are you doing here?" She questioned with her hands around her hips.
"Hey Sam" Freddie smiled. "Do you live in this building to?" he asked.
"No but that doesn't mean you can" she spat.
"So what are you doing here then?" he asked politely.
"My best friend lives here" Sam answered. "Why are you moving here?" she asked again.
"Oh I used to live in Rushwell Plaza but we moved here because Mom wanted a better window view" he rolled his eyes.
"Well you can't move here!" she exclaimed.
"Sam what's all you're shouting about?" Carly quickly called as she joined her best friend at the door. "Oh hello, I'm Carly" she introduced herself to Freddie.
"Hi, I'm Freddie" he greeted her.
"Ahh your Freddie, Sam's just told me all about you" she replied politely causing him to form a slight smile.
"I did not!" Sam denied.
It was then that an arrival of another teenage boy stopped a disagreement from unfolding. He was dressed in a similar clothing style to Freddie and it soon became more than obvious that the two were friends when they high fived each other like it were a day-to-day ritual.
"Hey Brad" Freddie greeted him.
"Hi" Brad replied. "And hello to you to Sam, did Freddie invite you to help unpack as well?" he asked with a knowing smile.
"No not at all!" Sam hissed as she quickly span back around on her toes and walked straight back into Carly's apartment.
"Do you guys want to come in for some of my special lemonade?" Carly asked.
"Yeh that beats unpacking, thanks" Freddie answered.
"Defiantly, I don't want to eat any of Mrs. Benson's cucumber cups" Brad replied.
Carly then turned around a proceeded to walk back into her apartment as she welcomed the two boys into her home. As Freddie and Brad followed Carly in Brad gave Freddie a very much discreet nudge like he knew what was going on. Once they had entered the apartment, Sam had barely noticed that the two boys had come in as she was once again busy hovering over the kitchen counter whilst stuffing her face with ham. It wasn't until she heard Carly murmur "make yourselves at home" that her eyes suddenly shot up, noticing the two boys.
"Shay! What do you think you're doing?" Sam hissed once Carly had walked over to her and began to pour three glasses of her special lemonade already knowing that Sam couldn't stand the stuff.
"I'm just being neighbourly" Carly smiled as she turned around and gave Freddie his glass of lemonade as he had walked over to talk to Sam. She then began to walk over to Brad who was sat down comfortable on the couch.
"So it looks like you spend a lot of time here" Freddie commented and Sam just nodded. "At least I'll know where to find you when I start your tutoring" he told her causing her to whine.
It was then that Freddie began to take a sip out of his glass of lemonade and within seconds he began to spit the whole entire contents back into the glass. Sam suddenly started to laugh loudly at the sourness which had formed upon his face; this was the first time she had found Freddie amusing throughout the whole entire day.
"Carly! I think Freddie here needs another glass of your special lemonade" Sam laughed. "He loves it" she added with a devious smile.
"That's great!" Carly called as she ran over to get him another glass, but little did she know that Brad was busy pouring the contents of his glass into a nearby plant.
"I suddenly want cucumber cups" Brad announced.
A/N: Thank you all for your lovely reviews. Hope you enjoyed chapter two, please review.
