AH! You all hate me, right? I'm sorry x 100! I was gonna update like 3 weeks ago, but I had finals, play rehearsal, singing lessons, dance, ect. and I was super busy. I'm beyond sorry! Please accept this new chapter as a token of my sincerest apologies. R&R! (:
They see me mowin' my front lawn. I know they're all thinking I'm so white n' nerdy. Think I'm just too-
Sam snatched up her phone and glanced at the display, even though her ringtone pretty much told her who was calling. Seeing the words "Princess Dorkface" flash across the screen, she immediately pressed the "ignore" button and turned her attention back to the T.V. where Savannah Montana was playing. She didn't like the show much, but it was the only thing on and she didn't really have much else to do. Carly was off with Spence buying a new toaster—he set the last one on fire, of course—and Carly didn't trust him alone with a credit card. After a few minutes of mind-numbing boredom from listening to the horribly corny T.V. jokes, Freddie busted in the front door.
"AHA!" he exclaimed, sounding like he uncovered some huge secret.
Sam stared at him with a blank expression. "Congrats dweeb, you finally figured out that it's possible to open a door without knocking. Mommy Benson will be so proud!" She stated in a monotone voice, sounding the furthest thing from congratulatory.
Freddie rolled his eyes before looking back at the blonde accusingly. "Do you have your phone with you? I called."
"Oh! Is that what that was? I thought my phone was just having a seizure. Thanks for explaining it to me." She replied sarcastically, before turning back to the T.V.
"Well, why didn't you pick up?" He asked, getting slightly frustrated.
"Because, Fredward, if you haven't noticed, I'm not a loser and I don't like associating myself with people of that kind. 'Nuff explanation for ya? Good. Now go fluff your hair or do something equally nerdy." She exclaimed, shooting him a glare.
"I'm serious, Sam! Since Carly and Spence are out, I figured it's the perfect time to get started on our little…deal thing." He explained, sounding hopeful.
Sam glanced up at the desperate brunette standing before her. At first, she wanted to tell the dork to just leave, but she felt her stomach rumble and remembered his part of the bargain. She sighed. "Fine, but we are doing at the Groovy Smoothie, where you will buy me smoothies and burgers until I explode." She said, shrugging on her jacket and walking towards the door. She glanced over her shoulder. Freddie stood frozen in place, surprised she gave in so quickly.
"Well, dork, ya coming? 'Cuz if not, I'm gonna kill you for making me get up off the couch." She stated, smirking.
Freddie smiled. His plan was actually working. If this went as planned, he'd finally get to have Carly! He nodded furiously and followed the blonde demon out the front door.
After half an hour of walking and arguing (mostly arguing), Sam and Freddie made it to the Groovy Smoothie.
Sam plopped down at a small table near the front, taking off her jacket and propping up her high-top sneakers on one of the three chairs there.
"Yo Fredderly, I'll take an extra large Strawberry Splat smoothie and two burgers." She ordered, her blue eyes lit up with the anticipation of food.
"Hey, technically I didn't promise to buy you burgers!" He countered, but after seeing the glare on Sam's face, he turned and made his way up to the neon orange counter.
He gave his order to T-Bo (who offered him kumquats, which he declined) and then stood by the counter waiting for the food to be made. He heard a loud laugh and turned to see Sam talking to a brunette boy, who Freddie recognized as a junior at Ridgeway named Evan. Sam was smiling and batting her eyes, something completely un-Samish and out of character, Freddie noticed. It was obvious Sam liked him. And it kind of seemed like her liked her back by the way he kept smiling at her. But for whatever reason, it felt…awkward watching them flirt. He tore his eyes away and continued to wait for his food, ignoring the weird feeling in his stomach. T-Bo finally gave Freddie his order, and he turned to walk back to his table only to see Evan give Sam a slip of paper before walking out the door. He watched as Sam grinned to herself and placed the paper in her pocket. She then quickly recovered, turning back to her regular bored-faced Sam. Freddie smiled; it was nice to know that there was a normal girl under that tough-kid front she put up. He walked to the table and set down the food.
"That took you long enough!" Sam complained, tearing into her first burger as if she hadn't eaten in years, when it was actually a matter of hours. It was apparent that the Sam Puckett he knew and…was friends with was back.
"Well, I'm sure you found something to do while I was gone." Freddie said, smirking and receiving a questioning look from the blonde.
Sam shrugged. "You're weird, Benson…" She mumbled, resuming eating (well, if you could call inhaling a burger "eating").
Freddie just smiled before remembering their original reason for coming here. "Okay, so, I figured that before we do anything drastic to get Carly to like me, I should try just charming her. Ya know…her favorite flowers, compliments, the works." He began, taking out a tiny notebook and golf pencil from his jacket pocket. "That's where you come in. I need you to tell me all her favorite things."
"Ummm" Sam stared out the window, where the rain was now pouring down. "She likes daisies, her favorite candy is Pit-Pat bars, and she absolutely loves the color green. She thinks guys who have messy hair are cute, so you'll have to lose the fluff-do. She prefers brunettes, lucky for you, but she doesn't mind blondes either. She likes sweet little texts randomly through the day. Her favorite food is Spaghetti Tacos and she loves Pepi Cola. Her ideal date is a movie and watching the sunset. Her favorite song is Catch Me by Cuttlefish. She thinks it's nice when a boy dresses well, but also thinks over-dressed boys are kinda weird. She cannot stand guys who gossip. She likes bad boys, artists and skaters the most, but she is opened to everything. Except maybe tortured poets…she said she wouldn't be able to spend a lot of time with someone so negative. She wants a guy who will go to the mall with her and carry her shopping bags and bring her flowers for no reason. She is a HUGE romantic. She loves it when guys give her surprise visits. That enough, or do you need more?"
Freddie was astonished. He knew Sam and Carly were close, but he didn't know they talked this much about that kind of stuff. He quickly scribbled down a general summary of it all and looked back at Sam.
"Nope. That's plenty. Girls talk A LOT." He said, still a bit confused. He never thought Carly talked to Sam about this stuff.
"Well, yeah. We are girls, Benson. That's what girls do." She said, her voice oozing "duh".
"Oh, umm, I didn't know that." Freddie said, feeling dumb.
"Well, now you do. You wanna head out?" Sam asked, throwing away her trash.
"Yeah." He said, tossing his own cup in the garbage and following Sam outside.
It was still raining, so they walked under the store fronts. At first, they both just listened to the rain and stayed silent.
Suddenly, Freddie turned to Sam and asked "Do all girls have tons of preferences for guys and their favorite things like that?"
"Um, yeah. Pretty much." She replied, wondering why he was so fascinated by the whole thing.
Freddie stopped walking. "Hmm…Even you?" He asked, instantly wondering why he asked it.
Sam froze and turned around. "Uh, yeah, I guess."
"Like what?" Freddie questioned, once again asking himself why he was dragging himself into dangerous territory.
Sam scowled. "Why does it matter?" She asking sounding slightly cold, but genuinely wanting to know why.
"I…I don't know. Curiosity, I guess…" Freddie said, sounding distant.
Sam and Freddie stared at each other. Neither of them said anything and after what felt like a million years, they turned away and continued walking. No one spoke, they just listened to the melody of raindrops hitting the store front above their heads, lost in thought.
Just as the little path of store fronts stopped and they were about to walk out in to the sprinkling rain, Sam grabbed Freddie's arm forcefully, jerking him to a stop. He shot her a confused look.
"Umm…I like sunflowers. I like guys who are always themselves, not afraid to speak their minds. Someone who will cook for me and put up with my crazy antics. I like the color brown and blue. I can't stand people who lie or cheat, as hypocritical as that is. Someone who won't judge. My favorite song is 1, 2, 3, 4 by the Plain White Tee's. My favorite candy is Twazzlers. Notes and texts are okay, but super secret messages sent in some odd way are cooler. I prefer brunettes and blondes over red heads. I need someone who will accept me. My ideal date is just doing something enjoyable, nothing fancy. I think it's cool when guys share their jackets with their girlfriends. I like guys who will watch ninja movies with me and not treat me like a guy ALL the time. I like bad boys and jocks, but I'm open to everything. Except dorks. I could NEVER date a dork." Sam said quickly and seriously (though she smirked a bit at the last part).
Freddie didn't say a word. He just stared at her.
"Happy?" She asked, a little bit of the quirky Sam coming back.
"Err, yeah. Thanks. But why did you-"He began.
Sam put her hand up, cutting him off. "Don't ask, Benson. 'Cuz truthfully, I have no idea."
Freddie smirked, staring into her blue eyes. She stared right back. Then, a big BOOM erupted from above, breaking the weird little stare-off that they were having. Thunder. It began to rain even harder.
"We better get back…" Freddie mumbled, flipping up his hood and preparing to run across the street and three blocks down to Bushwell Plaza.
Sam reached for her own hood, only to find it wasn't there.
"DANG!" She yelled. "I left my jacket at the Groovy Smoothie!"
"Aw, man. Well, we can't go all the way back now. We'll get it later." Freddie said.
"Okay then. Ready to run now? 3…2...-" Sam started.
"SAM! You can't run that whole way with out your hoodie; you'll get soaked and be freezing." Freddie scolded, gesturing to her shorts and short-sleeved t-shirt.
"So?" Sam asked. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not. Here, take my jacket. I have long sleeves." He insisted, stripping off his jacket and handing it to Sam, whose cheeks were red. Freddie was confused at first, but after a few awkward seconds of silence, it hit him.
I think it's cool when guys share their jackets with their girlfriend.
Freddie mentally slapped himself before hastily explaining. "I didn't mean…It's just so you won't get cold…I don't-"
Sam chuckled. "I get it, dork. Strictly for warmth. Let's just go before it starts raining harder." She said pushing her arms through the too-big sleeves and pulling the hood over her blonde curls.
"Race?" Freddie asked. Sam nodded. "Okay, in 5…4…3…2…GO!"
Sam laughed at the web show reference then sprinted across the street, splashing water everywhere as she sped through puddles. Sam glanced at Freddie, who was surprisingly fast. They continued running and as they got closer to Bushwell Plaza, the dweeb began to advance on her. She could NOT lose to the dork. She skillfully stuck out her foot and successfully managed to trip little Fredwina. Unluckily for her, Freddie saw what was coming and grabbed her arm taking her down as well. The duo crashed to the ground, landing in a huge mud puddle and getting completely soaked. The two remained quiet as first, but as soon as they caught a glimpse of each other's mud streaked faces and wet hair they cracked up. To people passing by, they looked like two lunatics, laughing manically while sitting in a mud puddle in the pouring rain, but they couldn't care less. They declared it a tie and began to walk back to Bushwell Plaza, not even caring about the rain anymore because they were already wet, freezing and dirty anyways. They walked through the lobby, not even noticing Lewbert's bellowing about the "NO muddy adolescents in his lobby" rule, too busy laughing and recapping their race. When they made it to the eighth floor they were greeted by a shill voice.
"FREDDIE!" Shrieked , running to him. "Where have you been? And why are you all muddy?! What have I told you about dirt?"
"Chill, lady. Freddie and I were just at the Groovy Smoothie and on the way home we got caught in the-" Sam started, but she got cut off by .
"You too, young lady! Now, you two listen to me. You get inside right now. Shower and change out of those wet clothes. Sam, you can use the guest bathroom. Make sure to get all the dirt off and use lots of soap. " She ordered. When she got blank stares she added an additional "NOW!!" The two sprung to life and did as they were told.
By the time they were all clean and changed (Freddie gave Sam a pair of old pajama pants, last year's AV Club shirt and one of his hoodies, again, strictly for warmth), it was 9:30PM, so naturally, Sam was hungry. had already gone to sleep (she needs her full 10 hours!), so they just made popcorn. Just as they were about to dig in, there was frantic knocking at the door. Freddie open the door and in shot Carly, pacing back and forth, talking half to herself and half to Freddie.
"Have you seen Sam? Where is she? Is she okay? I hope she's okay. What if she isn't?! Where is she? Why won't she answer her phon-" She said, barley breathing in between words.
"Calm down, Carls! She's right here!" Freddie exclaimed, grabbing her shoulders and turning her to where Sam was standing. Sam raised her hand as if to say "hey".
Carly froze for a second before running up to her best friend and hugging her, then stepping back and punching her unforcefully in the arm. "What's wrong with you?! I was freaked out and…Are you wearing Freddie's clothes?" She asked, looking a bit shocked.
"Uhh, yeah, I got all wet…and um….Ms.B made me" Sam mumbled, flushing a deep red.
"I don't even want to know what you did to get soaked…" Carly said, shaking her head.
They laughed and decided to take the popcorn over to Casa de Shay's and watch Attack of the Ninja Fries II.
They all settled on the couch and watched as fried pieces of military trained potatoes kicked the butts of innocent civilians of the infamous Healthy Town. But, as usual, it got late and Carly fell asleep first, leaning on the back of the couch. Next was Freddie, who drifted slowly to sleep leaning against the armrest. Sam stayed awake through the whole movie and just as the credits began to roll, her eyes started to flutter shut. She leaned over rested her head on the nearest thing to her, which was Freddie's shoulder. Pretty comfy, for a dork, she thought. Suddenly, Freddie shifted under her, so her head was on his chest. Sam's eyes shot open and she held her breath, hoping he wouldn't wake up. Luckily, all he did was mumble incoherently before returning to silence. Sam allowed her eyes drift closed again, thinking about the events of the day. Maybe this deal wasn't such a bad thing, she wondered, just before falling asleep.
Ehhh, not as good as I hoped… :/ Whatever! What did YOU think? That's what really matters. (:
'Til the fire escapes,
Ash. (x