Authors Note: Once again, sorry for my poor grammar .- Danish and English is not THAT much alike Grammatical that is, Well it's not alike in the pronouncing either. Anyway, please R&R – It means a lot
Uh and the famous: DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor do I wish to, Own ICarly. - If I owned it i'd have to work – UF! (;
I hope you like this chapter, its a lot longer, and took a lot more time for me to write, Sorry to keep you waiting so long, I myself hate waiting for chapters – I'm a terrible person I guess... Anyways, - Happy new year.. xD – and Be Nice.
A Bully with or without money.
Sams Pov
Great, This is just great! - How am I, Sam Fucking Puckett, The schools bully, going to earn those few bucks it takes too pay Benson back for that damn Smoothie.
How does a bully, wait cross that, THE Bully, get her hands on money? - She threatens someone, steals or borrow – Without returning. - Now those possibility's were out of the picture, what was left? Earning, by working, Yurk, I feel like throwing up, Damn that Frednub.
So, Here it goes.
Me, trying to work, I'll only have to work one day, so, Maybe I can find a old lady who needs a lawn mowing, or something else.
While all those thoughts ran trough my ham-loving, lazy mind I found my self walking towards the nearest mall. Hey! - Maybe I could run around in the mall and look for food which had exceeded the Best-Before-Date, and then I could earn a few bucks that way! Yeah, Here I come old food!
So I ran around for hours, looking for old food. (mostly in the Meat-department, Just to look at those delicious hams, laying there in the coolers – Waiting to be eaten, I must say, I'm Happy I'm not the poor cleaning person who will have to dry up, all that water, there were slowly leaking out of my mouth..)
When I had filled a basket with old food, I went to the checkout to hand over the food.
I did, and the "Nice"lady thanked me for finding it and gave me a coupon, I just starred at her, and finally I actually managed to say: "a Coupon?" I starred at her in disbelieve and the disbelieve clearly leaked in my voice.
She just smiled as if the store were the most generous:"Yes dear, we give everyone who finds food with a exceeded date, a coupon"
Oh no, I can't pay Freddie with a coupon, well, maybe he'll accept it, but I Sam Puckett, can't give a coupon when I'd swear to pay him the MONEY.
I was about to yell at the lady, when I realized I could get free ham, so I hurried, and bought a ham for the coupon.
While I chewed on the ham (I know it's raw – I happens to enjoy raw meat. Who cares 'bout salmonella?) I walked down the street, thinking.
It was getting late, well I had tomorrow after school to, yeah. It's probably best to sleep on it.
So I went home to sleep, you know, Mama gets her best ideas while sleeping, or eating ham, and since I've just ate a ham, I'll be sleeping while digesting ham. Oh God, with that combination I'll wake up with plenty of ideas.
Third-person, all-knowing Pov.
Freddie woke when his alarm clock went off, same time as always, at six o'clock.
He had dreamt of his and Sams kiss on the fire escape. He shook his head to get rid of the pictures and sensations the dream had brought with it, and went to shower.
His Mum had left early, the hospital sure didn't let her have the best shifts, but this didn't bother Freddie, why should it, his crazed mother wasn't home much, and he had the apartment all to him self.
After breakfast he went across the hall to catch a ride to school with Carly and Spencer.
Freddie knocked on the door to the Shay's apartment.
And soon after he heard light footsteps running towards the door, the door was ripped up in a fast motion to reveal a blond girl.
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Sam had had a crappy morning. It started when she woke up.
Sam really don't like the fact that school starts at 8am, to early.
She was wakened by her alarm clock, hissing an angry tone at her.
That in it self is crappy, but after a few minutes of getting fully conscious, she remembered.
She remembered everything and knew the day would be crappy, 'cause she hadn't gotten those damn five bucks and 50 fucking cent, she owed the nub. So for one, she'd have to find a way to earn the money, her ham-digesting sleep hadn't helped her one bit there.
And two: She'd have to watch a smirk creep across the nubs face, when she told him she hadn't got the money yet, AND he might tease her. A lot.
She told herself to get over her fear, it's just Freddork, if he teas her, he should know that he can await physical pain, just around the Sam-corner.
She got up and headed for the bathroom.
Spencer and Carly showers when they need to come up with a plan, maybe a shower could help her.
It didn't and she was even more bummed as she went for breakfast.
Afterwards she went for Bushwell plasa.
Once inside the lobby, Lewbert screamed something that sounded like:"BLAAAARUUUUUGHHHGABADAAABUUUU" at her. She ignored him, and took the direct elevator to the Shay's apartment.
Carly were eating cereal, she'd had a wonderful morning and were smiling, when the elevator opened to reveal Sam.
"Morning Sam, you slept well" Carly sounded way to perky, like always, and Sam rolled her eyes at her before answering: "morning. You have any ham? - I haven't had any today" Carly laughed at her best friends pained expression, when she said the last part. "You know where the fridge is, and it's still morning, I think you could survive without ham for breakfast" Carly chuckled at her own comment and continued eating her cereal.
Sam had found a piece of ham, and were now sitting on the couch eating it, when two knocks were heard on the door.
Sam got up, this surprised Carly a little, and headed for the door.
She ripped it open and behind the door stood Freddork Benson, with a shocked expression on his face.
Sams Pov.
There he were, the nub who had made my day miserable.
He collected his face and smirked, before saying:"Oh, Hello Puckett." he pushed his luck when he continue: "I didn't know you had to see my face, that urgently." What made him dare say that, he who had already ruined my day. "oh shut up Benson, No girl will ever wish to see your face" I pronounced the "Your" with the disgust almost dripping in my voice. I turned on my heel and threw myself on the couch again. He went inside and said, "Good morning Carly." She acknowledged him, and waved at him – her mouth to full of cereal to do anything else.
He continued, now more to the room, than to anyone particular "We should get going in about 10 minutes, where's Spencer?" As if one cue, Spencer jumped in the room, only wearing a pair of blinking Socko-Socks and a pair of duck boxers.
Carly and I didn't even blink at this but Little Mr. Goodie-pants's eyebrows almost touched the ceiling when he said: "Um... Spence, You was supposed to drive us to school, you've got 10 minutes, or so, to change..."
Spencer focussed his eyes on the nub and said: "Oh, yeah, I'll be there in a sec, just wait here" and with that, he turned on his heel, and went to get dressed.
Dork Boy walked towards the couch where I was sitting, and leaned on the armrest;"So Sam, you do have my money, right?" This was what I've been dreading, but I put on a confident, lazy smile when I answered; "No, I needed Ham time, plus I was way to lazy to do anything to earn money yesterday. You'll get them later, Dorky." The lie didn't touch me, and I could see he bought it. He just smiled, and we waited in silence.
Freddies Pov.
Finally Spencer came back, fully dressed, he snatched an apple, and took a bite before saying: "Do kioh's," He swallowed. "Ready?"
We just nodded, and grabbed our bags and headed for the door.
While driving I thought about how Sam could lie without most people being able to tell, I, for instance was never sure, whether she lied or not. I wish I could lie that convincingly, or at least just being able to composure my facial expression, instead of always having my feelings shown for everyone on my face. Man, I needed that book I saw the other day: "Guidance to lie convincingly, and to show only wished emotions." I think I'll pick it up after school, Even people with good grates, can need and excuse and I definitely need a weapon against Sam.
Sams Pov.
So school.
School went by slowly, while I tried to avoid getting a detention and at the same time, not listening at all 'cause I was to absorbed in my thoughts about money, and how to get some.
This resulted in Mrs. Briggs shouting at me for half an hour, I ignored her, this amazed a bunch of kids.
In every break I had to face the torture of seeing the face, and it's owner, who made my day suckish. Great. I punched him a couple of times, he were very confused about why, I know, 'cause all his emotions is painted on the dumb face of his, if he knew how much he'd ruined my day, he would be in hiding.
Halfway trough my last class, both Freddie and Carly had Spanish so they weren't in the same class, this resulted in me and Carly having some funny text-conversations, therefore I wasn't surprised when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
I looked at the display, under the table, the teachers never know, I'm a trained class-texter.
I almost fell of the chair when I saw the caller-ID: Frednub Dorkson. (I'm so proud I made that up. If he knew, he'd get pissed, not that he doesn't get pissed, by me, on a regular basis.)
The text:
Hi Demon,
When will I get my money?
And Try to listen to the teacher, for once, her name is STILL Ms. Auburn.
But how should you know, She has only been your teacher for years.
F.
He was so going to pay for this. Him, and his correct writing, even in texts.
And how dare he insult me, but I must say I'm impressed he managed to send this message, without getting caught.
I must think of something really cool, as a retort. Oh NO! - more thinking, I groaned and got a odd look from the nearest classmates.
While I was shouting at myself, in my head, a good retort came to the surface and I quickly texted him back.
Hello DorkBoy!
How can it be mommy's boy's texting DURING class, How did you manage, Without getting caught,that is.
Something must have happened.
So ur, teacher fainted, and you decided to text me, to look cool? Well, forget it, U'll never look cool.
I'll be at Ur front door at 8 pm, with ur five and a half bucks.
S.
I pressed send, and went back to my thought about money or no money, To have or not to have...
Soon my phone vibrated again.
Very funny Demon.
If my teacher had fainted,I'm sure he saw your face, right before class.
But he didn't.
Be sure to be there, Puckett, I don't think you'd want to be a DorkBoys's slave.
Be Nice.
F.
I growled, and got one more dose of odd looks.
The bell finally sounded throughout the school building.
I hurried out the door, I really didn't want to bump in to Freddork, I really didn't need to see his ugly face, with a ugly triumphing smirk on it.
I walked home, my mum weren't home, nothing new there, and tossed by back inside, then I went straight for the fridge, Mama needs to have a Ham-full stomach before earning money?..
Anyway, after some eating I went out. Out to get Frednub his money.
I started by walking towards a nicer quarter of Seattle.
Somewhere in the outskirts of Seattle I found a nice looking neighborhood.
I went to the first house, and knocked, The door opened to reveal a small man with a red beard, and a huge belly; "Um.. Can I help you..?" I smiled, or at least I tried and answered him; "Hello, I was wondering if you needed some help, maybe you would like me to cook for you or mow your lane?" He stared dumbstruck at me and mumbled something I didn't quite catch, I just heard the words "Youngster" and "food", Not wanting to be rude I pretended not to hear and he answered my question in an audible voice; "Um.. Actually, It would be nice to have a really good lunch, for once." the last two words he said in a bitter voice, I chose not to ask and just said;"Sure, What would you like, on such a nice and sunny day like this?" I had adopted Carly's "perky-sweet-voice" I figured that would help me.
"Just cook, what ever you think matches the day the best." the man smiled and showed me inside, to the kitchen.
When I was done cooking, I looked at the delicious food, which I wasn't going to eat, and called the man, Whose name was Jack, or something.
He thanked me and I look at him, my head swam with happy thought as; 'I did it' and 'I never loose- Haha dork!'
But I was disappointed, well not at first,'cause the man gave me a coupon to this meat-filled restaurant, mama loves her meat, but then I remembered, The dork, Crap, and what's with the coupons all the time?!
I think the man could see the disappointment on my face 'cause he looked at me with a apologetic, I normally don't mind shouting at strangers at well as people I've known for year, Such as Mr. Dorkio, but I didn't shout at the man, I just thanked him and went to the next house.
I rang the bell, but noone opened, so I continued down the road, until I came to a little house, which had every window, highly decorated with childrens-drawings.
The residents were probably an old couple, who had become grandparents, 'cause grandparents have a bizarre desire to put everything there grandchildren made, up on walls, windows, or every other surface of their homes.
I knocked, and an old lady opened the door, she smiled, and a breeze carried the smell of cookies and coziness towards me.
The old lady started to say something but were cut of, when footsteps were heard and then her husband came into view.
He just said hello, and turned around, and walked in the house again. The old lady looked at me and said: "Can I help you, Dear?" I coughed and answered her; "Well, I.. um. I was wondering whether you needed some help, with something... anything?" She smiled a warm grandmother-ish smile and chuckled; "Of course, an old woman like me could need a hand, maybe you could scrub the kitchen floor..?" "sure, show me the way, lady... I mean, Mrs..." the old lady chuckled again ;"Ness, Mrs Ness."
(Authors note; Mr & Mrs Ness, Is a song by the brilliant danish band called Volbeat – Find it on youtube! - I doubt the Ness's from the song and from this story is anything a like, but I loove the band Volbeat!)
I went with Mrs Ness inside their cozy home.
I cleaned their floor, and as payment I got a lot of Mrs Ness's delicious home-made Cookies,Yum, and I also got 1,50 dollars.
My day went on like that, me asking strangers If they needed help, but for some reason I never got anymore money than what I got from Mrs. Ness, poor me, 'Cause the clock slowly ticked by, and it was seven thirty PM, And I realized, I was running out of time, but I couldn't loose, Maybe I could just mock someone on the way, or pickpocket someone, Freddie never had to know, Yeah, I'd do that, I just couldn't loose.
Freddies POV.
I was sitting in my living room, watching TV – Nothing that interesting, by the way – and I was counting the minutes as they ticked by.
Sam would be here in a matter of 10 minutes, and she was going to be mad, very mad.
I had made her, Sam Puckett, get off of her lazy butt and actually earn money in a earnest way, and she was going to hit me for that, a lot.
The minutes went by and I finally heard two loud raps on the door, I took a deep breath and braced myself for the encounter with the Demon, I call a friend. - A friend.. hm, I guess we are friends after all, but that will change now, I should never had made Sam Puckett earn money. I'm a dead man, and I felt like one when I opened the door.
The door swung open and there stood the blond-headed-demon and soon-to-be Ex-Friend of mine.
She was looking at the floor when I opened and I just starred at her for awhile before she finally looked up from her shoelaces.
"So.. Puckett. You're Here."
"Yes Benson I'm here" She sounded pained.
"So can I have my money.. maybe?" I stated this very careful, and I guess she could hear the fear in my voice 'cause she smiled, not very brightly and it didn't touch her eyes, but a smile it was.
"No." she simply said. I starred at her, "What.......?"
She shrugged, and looked at her shoes again, "look Benson.-" she bit her lip before continuing "-I don't.. I don't have your money, I did my best but I couldn't, I just........ I guess you'll be having a slave for the next month" She tried to smile but ended up making a mix between disgust and embarrassment appear on her face.
I just starred at her, my brain had temporally gone out of order, and my thoughts was a mess.. "Sam.. Lost, I.. I won?.. I get a.. Slave? Sams going to be my slave... SAMS GOING TO BE MY SLAVE... FOR A MONTH!Oh dear lord!"
I tried to act cool, but with a frozen brain that's difficult. Trust me, I only managed to stammer out something like: "I...... You.... My slave... Er, I'll be looking forward to that.." My brain suddenly unfroze and magically a smart retort had been placed in my mind, I spoke it out loud, before it could disappear: "Well, Well, Sam Puckett, My slave – See You tomorrow, Remember to enjoy tomorrow, It will be your last day of freedom!" I smiled hugely, not that I felt like smiling but, I really wanted to get Sam back, and that book: "Guidance to lie convincingly, and to show only wished emotions." had really taught me some tricks, already.
I didn't get a good glimpse of the expression on her face, but it looked depressed, but just before she turned to leave I saw her smile, Why I don't know. I went went inside, and threw myself on the couch, so glad my mum wasn't home, and tomorrow, was going to be interesting.. so would the rest of the month be.
Sams pov.
I had walked up the stair towards the nubs door, feeling utterly bummed.
I hadn't pick pocketed anyone or got any money, any other way. I was broke, and I was going to be a slave, no, Freddie Benson's Slave, The nubbiest nub of them all, my mind was shouting sarcastic Woohoo's at me, that didn't made me unbummed at all.
I stood in front of King nubbie-nub's door, sweating like hell, what the hell was I going to do, all I wanted to was run away never-to-return-again.
I had no idea what to do, so I starred at my shoes, suddenly the door sprang open to reveal the one and only Fredwart.
I heard the door, but didn't look up, I was to absorbed in my thoughts, I must have knocked the door without realizing, 'Cause Dorkie wouldn't be peeping when it was me, he was waiting for.
Sam!, Talk – what smart thing can one say in such a embarrassing situation, I had lost.
I looked up, to see Fredlina starring at me, he opened his mouth but I couldn't hear the words, a voice in my head was hissing insults too loud, at both me and the nub, for me to hear anything else, even if the voice was just in my head, so I read the words off of his lips;
"So.. Puckett, You're here."
The voice in my head quieted down a bit, enough for me to actually, hear what I said as I answered; "Yes Benson I'm here" I could here the pain in my voice, but his features stayed in the cool-non-emotion-showing way. did he practice wearing that expression?
"So can I have my money.. maybe?" he asked, I smiled at the almost fearful undertone his voice had, but then I remembered the answer to that question and I stopped smilling before answering in, what I hoped was a lazy but teasing voice; "No".
The cool expression he had held since he opened the door, was blown off of his face, like a leaf is blown away by the strong fall-wind.
Without the now blown-away 'mask', he starred at me and looked like he'd just been hit by a car.
He gathered his features a bit, but not quite, when he asked me in a confused voice; "What...?"
I managed to start on a answer; "look Benson.-" I bit my lip before continuing "-I don't.. I don't have your money, I did my best but I couldn't, I just........ I guess you'll be having a slave for the next month" How did I end like this? I sounded so weak, broken and resignedly. Noone died, Puckett! - Pull yourself together! I looked up at him and saw, that his mask had totally crashed to the floor now, and his features were swarming with emotions, his face finally set on a rather upset expression, when he managed to stammer out something like: "I...... You.... My slave... Er, I'll be looking forward to that..er."
Something came over him and the mask was now solid placed on his features again, he smirked that annoying smirk of his and said; "Well, Well, Sam Puckett, My slave – See You tomorrow, Remember to enjoy tomorrow, It will be your last day of freedom!" He smiled hugely, which bummed me out even more.
But hell it suited the dork to be cool, man it was different from what I was used to, Out of nowhere I felt a smile play across my face, and with that I turned around and went home..
Tomorrow was going to be weird but interesting , and I would live it fully.