"Can't we just finish it off with Random Dancing?" Sam asked with a yawn. She lay back on her beanbag and looked at Carly.
"It's not exactly random if we plan it," the brunette replied, raising an eyebrow. Behind her, Freddie stifled a laugh, but it was enough to annoy Sam.
"What are you laughing at, Benson?" she snapped, glaring at him. Freddie rolled his eyes and ignored her, sinking into his beanbag.
"Hey, Fredwart! I'm talking to you!"
"Sam, just leave it," Carly sighed, shuffling forward to get between her two friends. Sam shrugged and yawned again.
"Well, I-" Freddie began, before a bellow of "CARLY!" echoed up the stairs and through the open door. Carly stood up and turned around.
"WHAT?" she shouted back. There was a brief pause before the slightly panicked reply "HELP!" Carly sighed and nodded absent-mindedly.
"OK!" she called downstairs, heading for the door. She turned back briefly.
"And you two, behave," she said as she left. Freddie rolled his eyes again, but Sam smirked evilly as the door swung shut.
Sam rolled over and pushed herself to her feet in one motion, and before Freddie had noticed the girl was stood over him with a smirk plastered across her face.
"What?" he asked, leaning back to look up at her. Sam dropped to her knees and straddled his waist, quickly grabbing him by the wrists to prevent him fighting back. Freddie growled quietly.
"Oh, please, not this again!" he moaned, trying to buck her off, but the beanbag restricted his movement and he couldn't shift her. Sam simply smiled down at him, her eyes glinting.
"Sam, Carly's gonna be back any minute anyway, just drop it," he groaned. Sam said nothing, but pulled his arms toward her and pinned them against his body with her knees. Freddie growled and struggled again, but he was still unable to get free. Sam tilted her head, thinking she heard Carly's footsteps, but after a moment she was satisfied that she hadn't and leant down over Freddie's upper body. He raised an eyebrow as her chest pressed against his.
"What are you-" he started, before he was cut off by Sam's hand over his mouth. Without warning, she lowered her head and bit down hard on his nose, eliciting a muffled scream from her opponent as she twisted her head slightly. As suddenly as it had started, Sam raised her head and slapped Freddie's cheek.
"Oh calm down," she muttered, keeping her hand tight over Freddie's face. She shuffled back and lifted a knee before dropping it down hard on his groin. Freddie cried out silently as Sam climbed off of him and went back to her bag. She yawned and dropped down, getting back into the same lying position she'd been just before Carly returned to the room, who was rubbing one wet hand on her skirt.
"What was that about?" Sam asked, nodding at her friend's dripping hand. Carly grinned.
"Spencer's making a sculpture out of old fish bowls, but he didn't think to empty them beforehand," she replied. "He was trying to balance about six of them without breaking any of them. It... didn't work out." She chuckled and resumed her seat.
"So where were we?" she asked, glancing over at Freddie with a look of concern. He was lying on his back and clutching his face, with his knees drawn up over his body. Carly looked back at Sam.
"What happened to him?" she asked worriedly. Sam shrugged.
"I dunno, nosebleed?" she hazarded. Freddie groaned quietly.
"It's nothing," he growled. "Forget about it." Carly wasn't happy, but she accepted it for now. Sam smirked again. He was learning.