Hello!
So as I said before this is the first ever fan fiction I've ever written so it may be spotty. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer – I don't write iCarly… if I did why would I write a fan fiction about it?
Fredweird help!
Freddie looked down at the text message, a confused look on his face. What's up? He texted back,
That stupid ACT you signed me up for? It's tomorrow you idiot!
"Oh!" Freddie gasped, he had totally forgotten. Need to study?
Yes! Get over to my house now!
He sighed and picked up his messenger bag; calling to his mom he was going to the library and quickly left. He hopped into his jeep and started it up, driving out of the plaza's parking lot as his mom ran out of the building with some weird mosquito ointment.
As he drove he pulled out the piece of paper Sam had given him with his address weeks ago, just in case she needed emergency study help, like now. He'd never been to Sam's house, never, not once. They had always gone over to Carly or his house. So he defiantly needed the address. He programmed it into his GPS. Following the arrow's lead he found himself going into the dodgier and dodgier end of town. He knew she lived in the bad part of town but he was just expecting some red neck trailer town but what this was horrible. Drug deals were happening on street corners, homeless people lived in boxes on every corner and he was pretty sure he heard a gun shot, although it may have just been his imagination.
He finally pulled into a driveway next to a run down blue two-story house. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. The door opened almost immediately and a small pale hand possessed by no other than Sam Puckett pulled him inside.
"Thank god, took you long enough!" She muttered mutinously, "Come on my rooms upstairs. Oh, drinks first." She walked over to the kitchen and Freddie followed, mouth agape.
The place was a mess of empty beer cans, Chinese food cans, and he was pretty sure he saw a used condom on the floor too but didn't want to think about it. The kitchen was even worse, dirty plates everywhere.
"Alright," Sam said as she opened the fridge, "We have… beer, beer and oh, grape soda."
"Um… Grape soda?" Freddie said slowly. Sam shrugged and gave him one, grabbing a beer for herself and opening it herself, sipping out of it. "Hey," Freddie said shocked, still a little goody too shoes. "Drinking age is 21 you know."
Sam rolled her eyes and put it back, "Fine I'll save it for latter." She grabbed the other soda and led him upstairs to her room. He glanced around her room. It was small, the walls plain blue with band posters plastered all over. Carly's old TV sat on her dresser, old movie tapes and DVD's all over the floor.
Sam sat on her bed, picking up a pile of books and when Freddie sat down too she dropped them down onto his lap, which kind of hurt. Though to be fair, he had done the same to her three weeks ago when he gave them to her.
"Quiz me." She demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at him.
"Ok," He said slowly, paging through the first book's pages to the English section, then proceeding to quiz her for about an hour or so, until she got bored and started fidgeting. Freddie sighed and turned on the TV, hoping to maybe calm her down a bit. She sat back and commented on the stupid people in some obscure talent show.
"So where's your mom?" Freddie asked curiously, "I didn't see her."
"Ah, who knows, she's either with this accountant she met in Vegas or actually in Vegas. I'm never sure, she's pretty bad at the whole phone thing." She admitted, shrugging.
"Oh… doesn't that bother you?" He asked softly, watching her, waiting for the normal hit on the arm.
"Ha, no, I'm used to it." Sam said prickly, glancing at him.
"Really?" Freddie raised his brows,
"Really!" She said fervently. When he continued to stare she turned to watch the TV silently for a while, finally answering "Well… maybe a bit"
Sam really didn't know why she was answering his questions, she'd never even told Carly it bugged her, frankly she didn't even want to think about it. "Of course it bugs me."
Freddie nodded, "When was she here last?" Sam looked at him and sighed, thinking.
"Probably about a month ago, now that I think about it. I'm not really here much." Sam shrugged, still watching him.
"Then the mess makes sense." Freddie smiled.
"Hey, you know I hate cleaning." Sam grinned back. "Ok, stop asking questions, it's annoying." Freddie nodded, still smiling and looked at the TV. "What about you? Doesn't your Mom just make you want to scream? I know she makes me want to."
Freddie chuckled, "Do you really have to ask that?" Sam shrugged, "Yes, when she's all protective it does but me, but I suppose I understand."
"What do you mean?" Sam said, wide eyed, "How in the world can you understand that woman?"
Freddie made a face at her, "My Dad died in a car crash, me and her were in the car, since then she's wanted to make sure nothing happened to me as well." He explained quickly, sounding much like a textbook.
"Oh." Sam looked back at the TV, feeling awkward, "That sucks."
"Yeah, but hey, its not too bad." He smiled at her, "I've 'gotten used to it'"
"Hey!" Sam frowned and poked her finger in his face, "Don't you use my words against me!" Freddie just laughed and pushed her finger out of her face.
"Well what about your Dad?" Freddie asked, "Ever met him?"
"Nope, its kind of a whole Mama Mia thing, Mom was with at least 4 guys at the time…" She shrugged with a little smirk, "But I've met a few, and I think it's either between that guy this trucker who works for this weird smelly seafood company or the blackjack dealer in Vegas."
Freddie just laughed, "Blackjack dealer? Nobody in jail, well then you are defiantly not related." Sam just punched him again, harder this time, her mouth in a scowl.
"The blackjack guy's been in jail, just last year he was sentenced for taking the casino's money so… so ha."
Freddie grinned at her, "Now that makes sense."
Sam nodded grudgingly, "I even visited him in jail last year, he taught me to play a mean game of blackjack." She grinned and leaned over the side of her bed, rummaging around. Looking for the pack of cards he had given her when she met him, knowing it was just above her reach.
Freddie couldn't stop grinning, blackjack, now that made sense. Jail now that made even more sense. He watched her as she rummaged around under her bed. Freddie couldn't help it; looking her up and down. Her long blond hair was still curly and unruly but was currently sweeping up and over her neck, exposing a tattoo on the back, he remembered her showing everyone that on her 18th birthday, a flying bird. His eyes drifted lower, she was still slim and slightly muscular although over the years she had developed more curves, especially in her melon and behind area, which he was unabashedly staring at.
He shook himself, he never checked Sam out, and he shouldn't she was his best friend and his best enemy, which turned out to be an explosive combination. But as much as he hated to admit it, she did have a cute behind, he sighed, looking up at the ceiling, a blush covering his cheeks.
God, Buddha, or whatever, He thought, I'm going to need help with this.
Sam sat back up triumphantly with the pack of cards in her hand, "Got it!" She looked over at Freddie to see him looking pointedly up at the ceiling, the smallest twinge of a blush covering his cheeks. She looked up where his eyes were pointed and saw, well, nothing. "What exactly are you looking at Fredduchini?"
"Uh, I thought there was a leak but I think I was wrong." Freddie asked quickly, looking back at her. "What's that for?"
"I'm going to teach you black jack!" Sam explained happily, holding the deck in his face and facing him.
"But ACT…" Freddie said slowly, looking at the sad forgotten book. Sam rolled her eyes and pushed it off the table.
"Aw it can wait till latter, ready?"
Freddie sighed and nodded, facing her. Sam took a quick two minutes teaching him before they started, Sam dealing. She won the first few hands, of course, and then stopped abruptly with an evil grin.
"I think we need to raise the stakes… empty your wallet."
Freddie yelped and covered his pocket with his hand, "No, I happen to like keeping my money safely in my wallet. Letting you even touch them may curse them." He glanced around "Come to think of it, just letting them be in your room may curse them…"
He was rewarded with her usual punch and a push so he landed on his back, Sam pouncing on him, digging in his pocket for his wallet. Freddie wrestled her, trying to keep his wallet firmly in his pocket, and in the process making them both fall off the bed onto the floor; using Sam's momentary lapse to his advantage he flipped her over, legs on either side of her hips, his hands gripping her wrists.
"Don't touch my wallet!" he gasped down at her, Sam was defiantly strong, and that's for sure. She just stared at him, obviously surprised by him actually winning against her. Freddie suddenly found himself pausing and staring back. She looked… pretty, girly (Something that never, ever, happened. Except that one time when Carly made her feminine.) Her cobalt eyes stared into his, blond hair cascading around her head like a curly halo.
Though apparently he paused too long because Sam kneed him in the stomach and grabbed his wallet. Freddie groaned and rolled over, clutching his stomach.
"Must you!" He growled up at her as she grinned and pulled out two twenties.
"Yup, I'm all out of jerky, it be great to get some more. A months supply!" She sighed, looking up at the ceiling, "That'd be perfect."
"More like a weeks." Freddie mumbled and stood up, plopping back down on the bed, eyeing those bills, silently promising that he would win them back.
Twenty minutes latter Sam was smelling the bills happily as Freddie watched her, distraught. "Ah, I can smell the jerky already."
Freddie sighed, "I'm done, no more blackjack." He sat back and grabbed the ACT book. Sam snatched it from his hands and tossed it into her garbage heap of a closet.
"No way, I changed my mind. I don't need last minute studying to help me, I need to relax, so I don't stress tomorrow." Sam sat next to him and grabbed the remote that Carly had given Sam when her Dad had given her a new one for her 18th birthday.
"Ha, you just don't want to study." Freddie rolled his eyes at her.
"Well yeah, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that one, God." She turned on some action movie and clapped her hands; the lights went out, grinning. "Isn't that great? I hardly have to move a muscle."
Freddie just laughed and sat back comfortably. During the first couple of minutes of the movie Sam talked a lot, mainly to the TV and the stupid characters inside the little box. But after a while she calmed down and just watched. About half way through Freddie looked over at her, watching her face light up with the faint light from the TV, her pale skin almost reflecting the light, hair shinning each time the scene changed. Just like before on the floor Freddie saw her as pretty… beautiful in fact. Suddenly he was all aware of how close they sat, looking down at his lap, only to glance over at hers, just about five inches away from his. This was just all too much for him to take all at once, his being so attracted to her.
Suddenly Sam pushed his shoulder and he fell off the bed with a thump. "Ow!" he yelped, sitting up and rubbing his elbow. "What was that for."
Sam grinned and leaned over; placing her chin in the palm of her hand, "Pay back for before. You don't mess with Mama."
Thank you for reading this silly little story, I hope you like it! And thank you so much for the reviews, you guys are amazing, also once again I'm not going to beg for reviews but I won't lie, they are really helpful and pretty damn nice to reed, boost my confidence guys! Thanks again,
~The crazy vegitarian
