A/N: Yay! Another update! It think you guys may like this chapter, specifically the hardcore Seddiers. ;) So… Enjoy!
(Freddie's POV)
My eyes widened in shock. No… she couldn't… No, my mom can't be here, can she? My heart raced, and I ran towards Sam, hoping her head wasn't torn off already.
"WHAT? WHERE? WHERE IS SHE? ARE YOU OKAY?" I screamed in alarm, grabbing Sam and wrapping my arms around her. "DON'T HURT HER!" I shrieked, bracing myself for a vase that could be flying in our direction.
"Freddie, what-? Freddie! FREDDIE, WHAT IN THE WORLD? LET GO OF ME!" Sam screamed at me.
I released my grip on her.
"Where is she!" I asked in alarm.
"Where is WHO!" she asked, annoyed.
"My mom!" I yelled.
"What the heck are you talking about? Your mom's not here! I thought you said she wasn't here!" she exclaimed.
"Oh…" I said, relieved. I released a deep breath. "Thank God…"
She looked at me like I was weirder than Gibby.
"Geez. All that just because you thought your mom was in here?" she asked, exasperated.
"Well, I don't know! She could've taken your head off, for crying out loud!" I argued.
She shook her head.
"Freddie, if I can beat up two grown men with my hands tied behind my back, I'm pretty sure I can take your mom in a fist-fight," she replied.
"Sorry! I just didn't want you to get hurt, baby," I said, taking a hold of her hand and kissing her temple.
(Sam's POV)
"Aww, little Fweddie didn't want his baby to get huwt?" I cooed at him, scratching his stomach.
He laughed, closed his eyes, and shook his head.
"Okay, never coo at me again," he said, laughing.
I chuckled in response.
"Okay," I said, kissing him quickly before turning to the great piece of work in his living room…
I couldn't believe how indescribably crazy his mom is… There was a portrait of him and a portrait of his mother. And they were looking at each other in a lovey-dovey mother-son kind of way. It was just… too nerdy and psychotic beyond words.
"Now this…" I said to him. "This is just… not right, Freddie."
"What, this?" he said, gesturing towards the portraits with his thumb.
"Yeah…" I nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I know. I protested against it, but she still put it up. It's incredibly embarrassing," he said, a blush rising to his cheeks.
"Hmm… Is this why you never invited me to your house?" I asked.
"Uhh… Sorta'… Well… Yeah," he stammered.
I laughed.
"No worries," I said, squeezing his hand. "It's just a portrait… But I need a pic of this," I laughed, holding up my PearPhone to take a picture of it.
"What? No!" he yelled, reaching for my phone.
"Ahhh!" I screamed, pulling the phone away from his reach.
"No, Sam, please don't!" he screamed, still grabbing for the phone, his left hand on my waist for balance.
"No! I need a picture of this, Freddie! This is just too good!" I insisted against him.
"Sam! No! You know you're gonna' share this on the iCarly twitter after you take a picture of it!" he yelled back.
Well… he did have a point. But whatever! I'm Sam Puckett. Why wouldn't you expect me to do something like that?
I laughed, still pulling the phone away from his reach.
"Almost… there…" he said, his hand inches away from the phone.
"Nope!" I yelled, putting the phone higher this time. Big mistake.
Freddie grabbed the phone.
"AHA!" he yelled in victory, but then was starting to lose his balance. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, falling to the ground and pulling me with him.
I let out an embarrassingly girly squeal as we tumbled to the floor.
"Freddie!" I smacked his chest, but couldn't resist giggling with him.
"Well, things could've been easier if you just gave me the phone!" he said. "Which reminds me…"
He pulled up my phone, waving it at me and taunting me with it. Without another thought, I snatched it away from him.
"Hey!" he protested.
"Nope, you're not gonna' get it this time," I said in a sing-songy voice and shoving the phone in my back pocket. "Unless… y'know. You wanna' go for it," I winked.
He winced, a hot blush creeping up on his cheeks. I didn't even realize the intimate position we were in. I was straddling him on his stomach, and he was just plain flat on the ground. Without a second thought, I got up quickly, realizing how awkward it was.
"Uhh… Sorry… a-about that," I stuttered, smoothing my shirt out.
"Yeah… sorry…" he said back.
At the same time, we looked at the digital clock on the small wooden table next to his couch.
"11:02," we said at the same time.
I looked at him, biting my lip. We held each other's gaze for a few seconds, and then both our resolves caved. We lunged towards each other, our lips crashing against each other frantically. I felt his hands on my waist, their grip tighter than usual. I pressed my fingers into his shoulders, kissing him back hungrily.
(Freddie's POV)
God, I could go on forever like this.
Sam and I were on the couch, practically eating each other's faces off. We pulled away for only a few instances, to catch up on air. And then we just went back to kissing again…
Ugh, did there really have to be a time limit?
Then I realized forgot to check the time ever since we started making out. I popped one eye open. (Thankfully, Sam's eyes were closed.) I checked the clock right near us. 11:10.
Wow. Have we really been making out for 8 minutes? Hm. And just a year ago, 8 minutes would mean the time Sam needed to turn me into a pretzel and shove me into a locker.
"Freddie?" she mumbled against my lips.
"Hmm?" I asked, a little out of it, closing my eyes again.
She pulled away and stared at me. I noticed she was staring at my lips.
"What?" I asked.
She gave me a 4-second kiss on the lips again.
"What was that?" I asked with a grin, confused as to what she was doing.
"Your lips are chapped," she finally concluded.
"Oh… Well, I guess you just kissed the moisture out of them," I joked, leaning forward to kiss her again.
But she turned her head away. I groaned in frustration.
"Sam! Why do you always do that?" I whined.
"No! You're thirsty! I didn't 'kiss the moisture out of them'!" she snapped.
"Mm. I'm thinking you did," I murmured, trying to sound seductive, then leaning forward again.
"No! Freddie!" she argued, pushing me away. "I hate it when we kiss and your lips are chapped!"
"Ugh, fineee," I whined, dragging out the word. "Do you have any lip balm?"
"What? No, ew!" she exclaimed. "I'm not letting you use my lip balm!"
"Sam! C'mon, we just spent eight minutes making out. I'm pretty sure sharing your lip balm won't hurt you! And I don't have any at the moment, so unless you want chapped lips for the rest of the night, give me the lip balm!" I retorted.
"How 'bout this? NOOO," she said, dragging out the last word.
I thought about it. Geez, this girl is just too difficult sometimes. I sat back, thinking about what I could do for my apparently chapped lips.
And then, a brilliant thought came to my head.
"Hey…" I said, my thinking face on.
"Why do you have your thinking face on?" she asked, but turning to me excitedly.
I smiled a bit.
"How 'bout you put the lip balm on?" I asked suggestively.
"Why? How will that help you?" she asked.
"No, no. Don't argue with me. Just put it on," I said calmly, but inside, I was extremely excited for what I was gonna' do.
"Ugh, fine," she finally gave in, pulling out her lip balm and applying it on her lips. When she was done, she asked, "Okay. Now what?"
"Well, if you don't want to share your lip balm with me, maybe I'll apply it…" I said.
"Uh, yeah, but you didn't apply it," she replied.
"…by kissing it off of you," I finished, smirking at my brilliant, seductive idea. Oh, yeah. I'm the man.
She looked at me, her eyes widening a bit, making the blue in them seem even brighter.
(Sam's POV)
Wow, that nub had a really good idea. I tossed the thought around in my head for a second, biting my lip, and then, "Okay."
He leaned forward, almost too quickly, as he captured my lips with his. I smiled against his lips, feeling some of the lip balm wearing off of my lips and transferring to his. I could feel his continued smirk as I kissed him, obviously smug about his idea. He was probably thinking he was the man right now… Nub.
I tried kissing the smirk off of him, 'cause just the idea of him thinking he was cool was annoying. Well… as I said at the Model Train Club meeting, he was half cool… Half. Well, now I have to admit, the idea was pretty good. So, maybe I'll throw the boy a bone. He's now three-quarters cool.
I was getting tired of kissing. My jaw was getting a cramp in it. So I pulled away, my eyes closed, gasping for air, and pressing my forehead against his and moving my hands to his shirt collar. I gave him one last, small kiss before opening my eyes again. I was met with his own eyes, swirls of what could be closely described to chocolate. They never failed to make me drown in them. Oh, God. Now the boy's got me thinking about food. Chocolate, to be exact. Ugh, sweet, sweet, melting chocolate… Now I was hungry. I felt my stomach growl.
A/N: Okay, guys. I think that was pretty cute! Don't you think so?
Oh, Seddie. You will never fail to make me smile. :)
Oh, and don't worry! I have more of this along the way! More updates soon! Thanks for sticking around! In the meantime, work on that review for me! ;)
