Hello everyone! Here I am again to give you another chapter of My Life is a Song. The lyric from Chapter 3 is from the song Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. Good job to those of you who guessed it. You know who you are. Without further ado, we shall begin the chapter.
Oh wait…one more thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or any of the songs referenced.
Chapter 4
Always When We Fight
The door to the Shays' apartment opened and in walked Sam. She never bothered to knock. She came to the apartment often, so knocking became unnecessary (And she was lazy). She looked around and did not see a single person in the living room or the kitchen. Thinking someone would be in the studio, Sam started walking upstairs. When she reached the studio door, she peeked through the glass.
Freddie was inside the studio standing at his equipment cart with his back towards the door. He was looking at his laptop, typing some things and clicking his mouse. He was so focused on his work that he did not notice Sam standing outside the door. Sam's mischievous nature came to the surface as an idea popped into her head. She slowly and quietly opened the door and tiptoed toward the unsuspecting nerd. When she was right behind Freddie, she leaned toward the back of his head and yelled "BOOGA BOOGA!"
Freddie jumped in the air and let out a high-pitched scream that would have put Nevel to shame. He turned around and looked at the laughing blonde.
"Sam that was NOT funny!" yelled Freddie.
Sam recovered from her laughter just enough to get some words out. "What do you mean 'not funny'? It was a riot!" She went back to laughing.
Freddie frowned and turned back to his work. "You could have made me knock down my laptop."
"First off, I don't care. Secondly, what are you working on?"
"I'm checking the comments on the iCarly website and making some updates."
"Fascinating," said Sam with a bored tone. "Where's Carly?"
"She and Spencer went grocery shopping. You just missed them."
"Okay, I'll just hang out here then," said Sam. She walked over to one of the beanbag chairs and sat down. Freddie continued working on his laptop. The room became peacefully quiet, but about a minute later Sam spoke up.
"Okay, I'm bored. Can I play games on your laptop?"
"I'm still working on the updates," said Freddie, his eyes never leaving the computer screen.
"Well, do them later. I'm bored."
"Just be patient. It'll only be about ten minutes."
"I can't wait that long. I want to play games now!" whined Sam.
"Just wait!" said Freddie irritably.
Sam stood up from the beanbag chair and walked over to Freddie. She grabbed his shoulder and roughly turned him around.
"Benson. Laptop. Now!" demanded Sam.
"No!" said Freddie.
With that, Sam placed two fingers on the base of Freddie's neck and gave him a pinch.
"Sam what are you pinching my neck fo-?"
Suddenly Freddie's muscles began to relax and he started feeling lightheaded. Before long, his vision went completely black.
Freddie slowly opened his eyes. His vision was slightly blurred. He blinked a few times to clear it and surveyed his surroundings. He was lying on his front in the center of the studio. He looked straight ahead and saw that his equipment cart was moved toward the wall right beside the door. Freddie was about to get up when he noticed that his butt felt heavy, as if something was holding it down. He looked behind him and saw Sam sitting on his butt, eating a banana.
"About time you got up," said Sam.
"Sam, you didn't have to knock me out," said Freddie.
"You didn't let me use your laptop when I asked. You should have known better."
Freddie groaned. "How long have I been out?"
"About an hour," said Sam as she finished her banana and tossed the peel into a nearby trash can. "I passed the time by playing games on your laptop and photoshopping your head on the body of a ballerina. Then I got hungry, got a banana, and here we are."
"Great, now how about getting off?"
"Actually, I'm a kind of tired. I think I'm gonna lie down for a bit."
Sam turned in the direction opposite of where Freddie was facing and lay down on him as if he was a lounge chair. She figured she could annoy the boy a little bit more. However, Freddie did not feel annoyed at all. What Sam was doing actually made him feel…kind of weird. Freddie did not know what made him more uncomfortable, the weight on his back or the fact that a teenage girl was lying down on top of him. Then Sam arranged herself so that her body was perfectly aligned with Freddie's and her head settled on the back of his neck. Yup, definitely the teenage girl theory.
What made the feeling worse was that this was no ordinary girl on top of him. This was Sam Puckett. His worst enemy. His best friend. His first kiss. Having a girl who shared this history with him lying down on top of him made Freddie blush and he thanked Heaven that Sam could not see his face from her position. Her looks did not make his situation any better. Sam was a pretty girl. He always thought so, although he would not admit this to her. In fact, she was even kind of hot. Freddie mentally slapped himself for that thought. Damn teenage hormones!
With her head settled where it was, her hair was hanging down and gently caressing the side of his face. The smell of apples and cinnamon flowed from her golden locks. It was a lovely scent and he couldn't help but take it in. It gave him a sense of serenity. Freddie actually started to feel good despite the uncomfortable situation he was in. He had a familiar good-looking girl laying on him and she wasn't causing any physical harm to him. Sure she was putting some extra weight on his back, but at least he wasn't getting bruises from her usual treatment of him. Maybe this situation wasn't so bad after all.
"You know Fredrick," said Sam interrupting his thoughts. "You're actually pretty comfy. Almost like the couch." She kicked off her shoes and rested her socked feet against his legs, her right foot subconsciously rubbing against his bare calf.
That's it! He had to get her off! This was getting too intimate!
Freddie quickly rolled to his side and Sam slid off his back and onto the floor. Freddie hoisted himself to his knees and looked at her with dread. Sam propped herself up with her hands and looked up at Freddie with a murderous glare.
"You're gonna pay for that, Benson!" With that, she jumped onto Freddie and wrestled him back to the floor. Sam got onto Freddie's back while he tried to crawl away. Then she picked up one of her shoes. Freddie turned to look at Sam. His eyes shifted back and forth between Sam's evil smile and the shoe in her hand before realization hit him.
"NO SAM, DON'T!" he screamed before she leaned toward him and shoved the shoe in his face. Freddie tried to refrain from gagging. The smell was worse than the boys' locker room during football season. Desperate to escape the pungent odor, Freddie grabbed the shoe and tried to yank it out of her hand. For the next 30 seconds, the blonde-headed demon and the brunette-headed dork struggled to gain possession of the smelly weapon. They ended up in a tug-of-war with each person pulling on opposite ends of the shoe.
"Let go of my shoe!"
"You first!"
So Sam decided to give a really hard tug in hopes that it would cause Freddie to release the shoe. Unfortunately, the nub had the same idea. Sam and Freddie yanked hard at the exact same time. The shoe slipped out of Freddie's fingers. The momentum gained from the tug sent both teens tumbling in opposite directions. Freddie flipped onto his front. Sam landed on her back with the shoe still in her hand. It took a few seconds for the two adolescents to recover and get to their feet. Sam dusted herself off while Freddie rubbed his aching head. Then they looked at each other. The two stared each other down, waiting for the other to make a move. Then Freddie took the initiative. He turned around and ran. Sam bolted after him, intent on beating him with her shoe.
Freddie ran to a pile of props that were set up for the next iCarly show. He picked up a fully-loaded water gun and aimed it at his pursuer. Sam stopped in her tracks. Having helped set up the props, she knew that the water gun contained green Kool-Aid instead of water. She sprinted in the opposite direction. Freddie opened fire. The green Kool-Aid missed Sam by an inch. Sam picked up her other shoe as she ran. Her destination: the set of iCarly props on the other side of the room. She ran behind a table that was set up next to the props and pushed it onto its side. Then she ducked behind it. Freddie continued to squirt Kool-Aid at her, but the table served as an effective barrier. Sam quickly put her shoes back on during his assault.
Then Freddie stopped firing. Sam peeked over the table and saw that Freddie was pumping the gun to refill it. She took this opportunity to run to her props. She picked up a carton of eggs and a slingshot. She took out an egg, placed it in the sling, and took aim. Freddie finally finished pumping the gun and looked up at Sam. That's when Sam released the egg. The protein-loaded projectile shot forward and splattered all over Freddie's forehead. Sam dove behind the table while Freddie wiped his face. Freddie aimed the gun and fired, but the table prevented his shots from hitting Sam. The blonde just sat behind the table and waited for the nub to foolishly waste his shots. Sure enough, the gun stopped firing.
"Ugh! Not again!" Freddie growled in frustration. The blonde smirked. Now she could strike while he was reloading. "What an idiot," she thought to herself. Sam picked up another egg and stood up from behind the table to take aim. But Freddie was not refilling the gun like she expected. Instead he was pointing the gun straight at her with a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Made you look!" he said as he pulled the trigger. The green liquid hit Sam dead on. Sam dropped her egg and slingshot and held up her hands to block the spray. But this proved useless and she was soaked in a matter of seconds. Sam bent down, picked up the egg carton, and began chucking the remaining eggs at Freddie. He ran behind the car in the corner to avoid the eggs while he continued shooting at her. Only two of the ten eggs managed to hit him.
When Sam's eggs ran out, so did Freddie's Kool-Aid. Both combatants ran to get their next weapon. Sam grabbed a large bowl of tomato sauce and a ladle and Freddie picked up a box of balloons filled with honey. Sam scooped up ladlefuls of sauce and flung the sauce at Freddie. Freddie fought back by tossing balloon after balloon at Sam. Before long, the studio floor was covered in a wet and sticky mess. Sam was getting pelted by honey balloons while Freddie had tomato sauce all over him. Soon both teens ran out of sauce and balloons.
Enough was enough. Neither was going to give up, so it was time to finish this. Sam grabbed two cans of whipped cream and charged at Freddie. He took hold of a bag of shredded newspaper and ran at Sam. Just before they reached each other, Freddie took a fistful of newspaper and flung it at Sam. The bits of paper hit Sam's face and stuck to it. Unfazed by the attack, Sam charged and jumped onto Freddie, causing the both of them to fall and land on the floor. The bag of shredded newspaper spilled onto the floor. Sam then proceeded to spray whipped cream all over Freddie's face. He grabbed a hold of her hands and tried to push them away, but Sam had the upper hand in their position and got a good amount of whipped cream on him. Desperate to get out of this sticky situation, Freddie turned to his last resort. He reached in his pocket and took out a can of silly string that he obtained from the prop pile. He pointed the can and pressed down on the nozzle. Sam was caught off guard by this attack and brought her hands up to block the colorful string. Freddie took advantage of her surprise and rolled Sam onto her back. He got on top of her and fired silly string at her.
Sam dropped the whipped cream cans, picked up a wad of newspaper, and hurled it at Freddie's head. Freddie shut his eyes as the newspaper smacked his face. It stuck to his face due to the paper being covered in a mess of honey, tomato sauce, and whipped cream. Sam grabbed wad after wad of newspaper and haphazardly flung it at the brunette. Freddie discarded the silly string can and took hold of Sam's wrists to prevent her from grabbing more newspaper. They wrestled for a bit, but in the end he pinned her hands to the floor and held them there.
The two stared intently at each other, breathing heavily from their struggle. They didn't do anything but stare and breathe for the next few seconds. Then it happened. Sam began to laugh. It wasn't an evil laugh. It was a laugh of pure joy. Freddie looked at Sam in confusion. But then the puzzled look on his face quickly formed a smile and he began to laugh as well. Freddie released Sam's wrists and rolled off of her to lay right beside her. They continued to laugh as they lay on the floor. It was just too funny! They started off with arguing over Freddie's laptop and ended up lying in the aftermath of a messy battle. It was so bizarre, it was hilarious. Their laughter finally calmed down and they turned to look at each other.
"You are an absolute mess," said Sam.
Freddie laughed. "So are you. That was so much fun."
Sam smiled. "I know! It totally made up for Mr. Howard's exam this morning."
Both teens sat up and took a gander at their surroundings. The studio floor and steps were covered in a concoction of honey, tomato sauce, whipped cream, newspaper, silly string, eggs, and green Kool-Aid. Honey was splattered all over Sam's table barrier and runny egg yolk was on the hood of the car.
Freddie sighed. "Well, we'd better get this place cleaned up before-"
"OH MY GOD!"
Freddie and Sam jumped and looked in the direction of the voice. Carly Shay stood in the studio doorway with her eyes bugging out of her head and her mouth agape. Spencer Shay stood behind her with the same expression on his face. Sam and Freddie looked anxiously at the siblings, then each other, and then back at the siblings. Freddie decided to break the silence.
"Uh, I'm guessing you have some questions for us."
"Yeah, we do!" said Spencer in an outrage. "Why didn't you invite us to whatever you were doing? That looks like fun!"
Carly shot Spencer an angry look. Spencer shuddered under the glare of his sister and muttered an apology to her. Sam and Freddie received a ten minute ear-splitting lecture from Carly about messing up the studio and that they would have to cancel tonight's iCarly show due to the mess and lack of props. When she and Spencer left, the duo spent the next few hours cleaning up the studio. It was early evening when they finally finished.
Sam put away the cleaning supplies and returned to the studio as Freddie tossed the last sponge into the trash can.
"Are we done with everything?" she asked.
"Yup. The place is spotless and everything's been put away."
Sam sighed in relief. "Good. I'm beat."
"Yeah, me too." Freddie rubbed his sore neck.
Sam looked around the room and then settled her eyes on Freddie. "So, now what?"
Freddie looked down at his messy form. "Well I don't know about you, but I feel a desperate need to take a shower."
Sam smiled. "Same here. I think I'll take a shower here. There is no way I'm walking all the way home like this."
Freddie laughed. "Yeah, I'd better go home and see if I can make it to my bathroom before my mom sees me."
Sam laughed as she thought of the fit Mrs. Benson would pitch. "Good luck. That woman can smell a mess ten miles away."
Freddie chuckled at her comment. He walked to the studio door with hopes that he could make it past his mother unscathed. Just as he opened the door, he heard Sam's voice. "Hey."
Freddie stopped and turned to look at her. "Thanks for this," Sam gestured her hand over the mess on her clothes.
Freddie smiled and nodded. "Same to you." Then he walked out of the studio and headed downstairs.
AN: Well, there you have it. The end of Chapter 4. So far, this has been my most complicated chapter to make. I still can't believe I was able to finish it before the time I planned on submitting it. I hope you enjoyed it. Happy belated Easter!