The next one!
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Disclaimer - How many times do i have to say this - normally i'm a very patient person (Pssshh yeah right!) but this is getting rather annoying. I'm sure you're all clever ebough to guess whether i own iCarly or not.
Oh and RIP Micheal Jackson. And Happy Birthday Jennette Mccudy!
Sam lay quietly on the bed trying not to let her anger get the better of her, but since when had she kept anger bottled up inside? And she was not going to start now.
She threw the covers off of herself and jumped out of bed.
"You're sorry." She spat.
Freddie sat upright a little alarmed by Sam's sudden outburst. He too threw the covers off of himself and attempted to stand up, but Sam towered over him.
"That's all you can say, sorry. Well sorry isn't enough Benson. Sorry definitely does not cut it. You…you trick me into marrying you and then think you can just say sorry and everything will be fine?!"
It was usually amazing how such a small girl could frighten Freddie to such an extent, but today he wasn't going to take it. He'd been through enough for one day and he wasn't going to be the victim of Sam's violent outbreaks again.
"Yes Sam all I'm going to say is sorry, because-"
"Oh shut up! Like I said I don't want to hear a sorry from you and I-"
"Sam just stop for…" He started as a pretty poor effort to calm her down.
"No! Why should I? Why should I even let you tell me what to do?!"
"…Because I'm your husband." Freddie mumbled.
Sam stopped for a minute. She glared at a terrified Freddie.
"What did you just say?" She asked her voice menacingly quiet.
"I…I said…" Freddie racked his brains for an answer and then the anger came to him all at once.
"I said because I'm your husband. That's why you should listen to me. I'm your freaking husband Sam and I know you don't like hearing that, but it's the truth. And you keep screaming at me, but you're lucky you got someone like me, because I guarantee if it was any other guy they'd…they'd…"
"I'm lucky – yeah right and they'd what?" She asked.
Freddie couldn't believe that he was saying this. Something he'd been privately thinking about and trying as best he could to put it to the back of his mind and he goes and says it. Not that he'd already said it, but he nearly did and if he knew Sam (which he did) she would demand an answer until he gave her one and Freddie knew he couldn't make up an excuse now.
"They'd you know. I meant it's like they'd – okay, swear you won't break my leg when I say this?" He asked "…or any type of physical harm." He added quickly. Just because she promised she wouldn't break his leg didn't mean she couldn't break his arm.
Sam hesitated. "So that means it's going to be something stupid and I'm going to want to break your leg?"
"Sam!" He whined.
"Ok I… I promise."
"Well technically it's…" Freddie gulped. "It's your…our w…wedding night-"
"Benson!" Sam said her teeth clenched.
"You promised." He said moving a few steps away from her, which wasn't any use as she just followed him.
"Spit it out!"
"Well, if it was another guy, what would they, err…do..? I mean what newly-weds do on…on their wedding night?" Freddie asked quietly.
He thought Sam was pretty quick to catch onto things, but obviously not in this case.
"Ugh! Do you need me to spell it out for you?!"
"Well your clues aren't very good, so yeah."
"Fine S – E… okay, no I'm not going to spell it out. You should figure it out for yourself." Freddie said frantically shaking his head.
"Look Freddork you tell me right now or else." She threatened.
"It's what you're supposed to do on your wedding night." Freddie said nodding his head in the direction of the double bed.
"Wha…oh." Sam said looking from the bed to Freddie and back again until her face started to once again twist in anger.
"I can't believe you." She started pointing her finger at Freddie.
"You can't believe me?" He asked in disbelief.
"Yeah I can't believe you! My mom just died and…and I was tricked into marrying you and…and you're thinking about se-" She said outraged.
"I was not thinking about…s…that." Freddie said turning an odd shade of red.
"Yes you were!" Sam accused.
"That's why you're brought the whole subject up. And you're not even man enough to say it let alone do it!"
Freddie could feel himself blushing, but the embarrassment that was quickly taking over him turned into anger.
"I wasn't planning on doing it…especially with you!" He spat.
Sam winced at his words, but quickly recovered.
Sam scoffed, "Well don't you worry, because I would never do anything like that with the likes of you!"
"…because you'd be too scared." He shot back.
"What would I have to be scared of?!"
"You'd be way too embarrassed to even take your top off and don't even pretend like you wouldn't." He said not knowing where all this was coming from, but of course she'd be embarrassed wouldn't she? He knew he would.
"No I would not!" She lied. She knew she'd be mortified and even self-conscious, but she wasn't about to admit that to Freddie Benson.
"Prove it." Freddie said simply. He didn't know what was making him say this but he knew it was about to get way out of control as soon as the words escaped his lips.
Sam's eyes went wide and her mouth opened then shut again, as she stared at a smirking Freddie. She couldn't back down now. She would never back down, especially when Freddie was involved. Losing a bet and chickening out of a dare were two things that Sam Puckett definitely did not do.
"Fine, I will." She said smirking, trying to not only convince Freddie but herself too.
"You're serious?" Freddie asked doubtfully.
She nodded her head
"Why? You're scared now? You thought I wouldn't do it didn't you."
"I… I thought you were too chicken, but fine go on then. I dare you."
At this point a million doubts ran through Sam's mind at full speed, but she tried her hardest to push them away and instead looked at Freddie's obnoxious smirk and she felt a sudden determination.
"F…fine. T…turn around then." She said, her voice shaking slightly.
Freddie did as he was told. The fear was now taking over him and he could only imagine how scared Sam would be right now, but she was the one that said she'd do it. She could've just said no, Freddie thought trying to convince himself that this was in no way his fault. He fidgeted with his thumbs for a few minutes waiting for Sam. He started to become nervous. What if she actually did it? Where would he look? He was pulled out of his anxious thoughts by Sam's quivering voice.
"I…I c…can't." She whispered.
Freddie slowly turned around to see a trembling Sam standing in just her shorts. She'd taken her top off, but was clutching it tightly covering her chest.
The guilt hit Freddie instantly. It was his fault she was stood there so helplessly. He walked over to her.
"Sam I… I 'm so sorry."
"G…get away from me." She said walking away from him. She walked over to the edge of the bed and sat in the corner attempting to put her top back on, but she was shaking too much she couldn't put it on.
He quickly took one of his jackets off of his coat rack and walked over to Sam.
"Here, let me help you, please." He said. He slowly pulled her top of her grasp and she put her arms in front of her chest hoping to block herself from Freddie's view. He put the jacket over her shaking body.
"I…I told you to…to stay away from me." She hissed.
"Sam, please."
She contemplated arguing, but right now she couldn't. She didn't have the strength to.
"You have to move your arms Sam…I promise I won't look." He added nervously.
He saw the silent tears stream down her blushing cheeks and sighed. He slowly pulled her arms away from her chest and into the jacket. Her eyes were closed the whole time making Freddie feel much worse. He tried his hardest to keep his eyes averted at not look at anything whilst he zipped the jacket up.
"I…it's done." He said quietly, ashamed of himself for the embarrassment he'd put her through.
She opened her watery eyes and looked at Freddie. She looked so vulnerable. Something he'd never expected to see from Sam. She was officially broken and it was his fault.
He'd tricked her into marrying him and then his stupid teenage hormones had made him do this to her. She'd already been through enough. Freddie took a deep breath trying to clear his head, but the guilt wouldn't go away. He still felt awful. He knew Sam would never back down to a dare especially a dare from him, but he still pushed her.
"Sam… I'm sorry. I was a stupid hormonal jerk and I'm so sorry." He hesitated, his arm in mid air until he quickly decided to take a chance and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him.
To his surprise she scooted nearer to him letting him hold her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and rested her head in the crook of his neck. He could feel her wet tears on his skin and her body still trembling slightly.
"I really am sorry." He said softly his hands running through her hair.
"Me too." She said, her voice barely audible.
Sam was awake, but she just lay where she was, thinking. She remembered what happened last night with her and Freddie to some extent, but not much. She slowly got up to see if he was awake, but she felt something wrapped around her stopping her from moving. Then she felt her sticky cheek as she moved her face from what she'd just noticed was Freddie's chest. Suddenly, extra memories from the night before came back to her and she remembered she'd let herself cry in Freddie's arms.
She slowly managed to pull his arms away from her without waking him and got up. She gave a small smile when Freddie's sleeping form landed on the side of the bed with a soft thud, but she remembered that she'd just been sleeping in the arms of Fredward Benson and it quickly turned into a frown.
She walked across the room, out of the door and slowly crept down the steps. She didn't know what time it was, but she didn't want Mrs Benson to hear her. When she came to the Bensons' front door she skilfully undid the complicated array of locks and bolts and slipped out into the darkened hallway.
She then came to the Shay's door and instead saw that it was half open, but not enough for her to see much apart from the coffee table and the TV, which wasn't on. She walked inside and saw Spencer, Mrs Benson and Carly gathered around the kitchen table looking through magazines and catalogues, all three of their phones in the middle of the table.
"Hi," She said her voice croaky.
All three around the table jumped when they heard Sam's voice and turned around.
"Gosh, Sam that was scary!" Carly said.
"Sorry," Sam said walking over to them. "What's going on here or is it top secret?"
"Oh we…we were just…" Carly started.
"We were sorting funeral arrangements dear." Mrs Benson said.
The three of them stared at Sam for a moment waiting for a reaction.
"'Kay." She said quietly shrugging. She walked over to the couch and sat on it switching the TV on.
"We just need to go over a few things with you." Spencer said.
Sam listened half heartedly as they asked her about dates and other things to do with the funeral. She didn't really want to plan a funeral or even go to one for that matter, but she did try to listen. She wanted to make the right choices for her mom, hence the reason she perked up when she head the mention of which flowers they would have.
She took her time looking through the magazine, carefully studying each flower design until she chose purple (her mom's favourite colour) geraniums spelling out MOM. Carly nodded at the choice and passed the booklet to Mrs Benson, so she could order them.
The room went quiet apart from the soft murmur of the TV until Freddie burst through the door panting.
"Oh my gosh where-" He started shouting until he saw Sam sitting on the couch and he stopped for a moment to regain his breath.
"I mean… nothing." He said, before walking in and sitting beside Sam on the couch.
She gave him a confused look and then turned back to the TV.
"So it's set. The funeral's in two days." Mrs Benson said again watching Sam's expression along with everyone else in the room. This time it was blank.
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