I feel like it's been a long time since the last chapter. Oh well. Someone gets arrested in this chapter, so enjoy.
Chapter Seven: Jail Bird
Sam
I woke up the next day. I was relieved that it was Friday. I didn't have to go to work and see Steve. But it was iCarly night.
There was a knock on the door.
"If you're Freddie, go away," I said.
"It's Carly. And why am I knocking? This is my room."
She opened the door and came in. She sat on the foot of the bed. "You OK?"
"What time is it?" I asked instead of answering the question.
"Three-thirty."
"Oh. I guess I should get up now."
"Yeah," she said with a weak smile.
I sat up. "What are we gonna do about iCarly tonight?" I really didn't want to face Freddie.
"Don't worry about it. Um. You wanna talk?"
"No."
"You need to." Jesus, Carly was hanging out with Becky too much.
"No I don't."
"I'm your best friend."
"Bitch, I'll talk when I'm ready."
Carly let out a genuine laugh. "You sounded just like Becky."
I managed a smile. "Was that a compliment or an insult?"
"Hmmm. I guess it depends on who you are. In your case, a compliment, I guess. You wanna go downstairs?"
"Sure."
Once we got downstairs, I immediately sat on the couch.
"You want some ham?" Carly asked.
"I'm not hungry."
"Oh no." She sat down next to me and gave me a hug.
The last time I was too upset to eat was when Carly and Freddie had started dating. That was a bad time. My best friend was dating the guy I love, and I missed food so much.
Someone knocked on the Shay's door.
"If that's Freddie, make him leave," I said.
Carly went to the door and looked through the peep hole. She opened the door, and Griffen walked in.
"Hey, Sam," he said. "I heard about your fight with Freddie. You OK? You look like shit."
"You told him?" I asked Carly.
"She didn't. Everyone at the Groovy Smoothie was talking about it. You guys really caused a scene."
"Awesome," I said flatly.
"Can I get anything for you?" Griffen asked.
I sat silently for a moment. "Can you get me some clothes from Freddie's? Like, a week's worth?"
"Sam," Carly said, "is that that really a good idea? You know, staying away from Freddie for so long?"
"I just don't feel like dealing with his shit right now. He'd probably think I'd screw some random guy in the hall on the way over."
"I don't like that you guys are fighting."
"Get over it, Carly."
Griffen said, "Babe, they'll get over their fight. Sam, I'll go get you some clothes."
He left.
"I hope he's right about you guys getting over your fight," Carly said to me.
"We will when Freddie apologizes."
Freddie
There was a knock on my bedroom door.
I sighed and said, "Come in."
"Hey," Griffen said.
"Um. Hi. What are you doing here?"
"Uh. Don't get upset-"
"Is Sam dumping me via you?" I squealed. "Is she making you bring the ring back?" I felt myself fighting back tears.
"No! Dude, don't cry! Jesus! She hasn't said anything about breaking up! She's still wearing the ring!" He took a deep breath. "She asked me to come over and grab her a week's worth of clothes."
I didn't bother fighting the tears anymore. "Oh God! The next step is her dumping me!"
"Freddie, I really don't know how to deal with a crying guy. She's just still a little pissed. You know you guys'll work it out. So just... Calm down."
I took several calming breaths. "OK. Clothes."
I went to my closet and grabbed several of her favorite shirts and pants and whatnot. I went into the bathroom and got her, shower supplies, brush, and toothbrush.
"You know, they have shampoo at Carly's," Griffen said.
"She hates Carly's shampoo. Sam prefers a more flowery smell. Carly"s smells fruity."
"How do you know what Carly's hair smells like?"
"Back in the day I used to sniff her hair a lot."
Griffen chuckled. "I forgot you used to have a crush on her." He looked at the clothes I picked for Sam. "Um. Pajamas?"
"Oh. Right." I grabbed one of my shirts and a pair of pajama pants. "These are her favorite."
"OK." He went to leave, but paused. "Don't worry, dude. You and Sam will be fine."
...
I just sat in my room for the rest of the day. I wanted to sleep, but my body wouldn't let me.
"Freddie?"
I turned to my open door. "Yeah, Mom?"
"I just went to see Sam."
"Good for you."
"She didn't call me 'Crazy' once! And I brought some fried chicken over, which she didn't eat. She claimed she wasn't hungry. Your fight was really that bad?"
"Yes, Mom, it was." I couldn't believe it. Sam must've been really upset. More so than me.
"What exactly happened during the fight?"
I told my mom the entire story. From the moment I met Steve, to the party, and to the night at the Groovy Smoothie.
"Well, I can understand why you're upset," Mom said.
"Of course you do! I have every right to be upset!"
"But you did kind of insult Sam by not trusting her."
I was flabbergasted. "I do trust her! I didn't trust Steve! I was afraid he's try something, which he did"
"I think you need to try and see where she's coming from. How would you feel if you were her?"
We sat there in silence for awhile. Finally, Mom said, "I'm going to make dinner. Oh. Are you still doing iCarly tonight?"
"Carly said she'd take care of it."
Carly
"You sure it's a good idea to tell the audience?" I asked Becky. We were in the iCarly studio and she was manning the camera. I didn't really need her, but she insisted on being there.
"Well, yeah. And it was your idea. Hopefully, it'll get them talking to each other. Will they be watching?"
"Duh. OK. It's time. In fi-"
"Wait!"
"What?"
"I wanna say it."
I sighed. "Fine. Go ahead."
"In five... four... three... two..."
"Hi, I'm Carly!" I said. "So, Sam and Freddie won't be here tonight. I won't even be here too long. You see, Sam and Freddie had a fight last night. They haven't spoken since then. Therefore, iCarly will be on a short hiatus. Don't worry, though. They'll make up sooner or later. So. Um. Bye!"
"And we're clear," Becky said.
"CARLY SHAY!" two voices yelled.
"Time to go face the music, kid."
I went downstairs to see my two friends staring angrily at me. I sensed Becky standing behind me. I knew she would watch everything that was about to happen.
"What's up, guys?" I asked nonchalantly.
"You just blurted out our private business on the internet!" Freddie said.
"You got all pissed at me when I told the iCarly audience that Freddie never kissed anyone," Sam pointed out. "Now you tell the whole world about me and Freddie's fight."
I saw Freddie look at Sam sadly. I think he hoped she would use one of his many nicknames. He probably thought it would prove that things between them would be OK.
"Sam," I said, "you revealing Freddie never kissed anyone actually led to his first kiss. Which was you. And it was your first kiss too."
"Are you saying that you think what you said on iCarly will cause me and the nub to make up?" Sam asked.
Freddie looked relieved when he heard her say "nub."
I said, "Well, you two are now in the same room. I couldn't get that to happen all day."
They looked at each other for the first time. Sam looked away quickly, but Freddie's still remained on her.
Sam was obviously too stubborn to forgive, and Freddie desperately wanted them to be made up.
"Good point," Freddie said.
"Why do you want us in the same room so badly?" Sam asked.
"I want you guys to talk this out! I don't like you two fighting! I mean, you haven't even spoken to each other during this entire conversation."
"I won't speak yo him until he apologizes," Sam said.
"Really?" Freddie asked. "I have no reason to apologize! I feared Steve would pull something and he did! I thought he wanted to ruin our relationship, and I was right!"
I smacked my forehead. He should not have said he was right. No girl likes to hear that.
Sam walked up to him and kicked his shin.
"OW!" Freddie screamed as he fell to the floor.
Sam went past me and Becky while mumbling, "I'm gonna take a shower."
"Your stuff is in a bag on my bed!" I told her as she went up the stairs.
Becky sighed and went up to Freddie, who was still on the floor. She smacked him upside the head.
"What was that for?" Freddie asked.
"You never, never, NEVER tell a girl that you were right. It pisses us off enough to know a guy was right and we don't appreciate hearing it from the guy," Becky informed him.
"But if a girl said it it'd be OK?" Freddie asked as he got up.
"Yes!" both Becky and I yelled.
Spencer walked into the room then. "What happened?"
"Freddie told Sam that he was right about the whole Steve situation," Becky told Spencer.
"Oh. Not good, Freddo. Not good. You never do that."
"So I've learned," Freddie said. "Well, I'm gonna go home now."
...
"Why'd Griffen bring over my shampoo?" Sam asked me later that night in y room.
"Freddie told him to. Apparently you hate my shampoo."
"Sorry I don't like smelling like a fruit salad."
"And what do you prefer to smell like?"
"Lilacs. Sniff my hair."
I did. "Wow. It smells so good."
"I know. And don't you dare start using my shampoo."
"How'd you know I was thinking about doing that?"
"I'm your best friend."
"Right."
"Um. How'd Griffen know these ay favorite pajamas of Freddie's?"
"He didn't. Freddie picked them out. He picked out all the clothes Griffen brought over."
Sam sighed. "It's so hard to stay mad at that nerd."
"Then don't."
Sam laid down on my bed. "It's not that simple, Carls."
"It should be."
"Can I just go to sleep now?"
"Sure," I said.
Sam
It was Thursday again. A week since I had that fight with Freddie.
I was miserable. No matter how much I slept, I was still tired. So, so tired.
I was on my lunch break. I would usually be eating with Freddie in the mall's food court. I was in the food court, but not with Freddie. He was there, but several tables away.
Freddie did the same thing I was doing when it would be our day to eat at the cafe. He'd show up but eat at a table a few feet away from me.
I would always avoid looking at him, and I would always feel his eyes on me.
We had yet to speak to each other. Though Freddie would always text me at lunch. They all said the same thing: You can join me you know. I'd never respond. Not until he apologized for not trusting me.
The alarm on my phone went off to tell me it was time to go back to work. I sighed and looked down at my food. I had barely touched it.
I got up and threw my food away.
When I walked into the bookstore, I saw Steve heading my way. I got as far away from him as fast as I could.
Ever since Monday, I had been avoiding Steve like the plague. It had been working pretty well.
"Sam." I turned and saw my boss.
"Yea?"
"I need you to help Steve close up tonight."
"But-"
He held up a hand to stop me from talking. "I know how much you hate staying here late, but I really need you to. A lot of people called in sick today, and I can't stay tonight because it's my wife's birthday."
I groaned.
My boss rolled his eyes. "I'll give you a bonus."
"Hmmm... I do like money." I knew I'd have to be with Steve, but I'd get more cash out of the deal. "OK. I'll help close up."
"Thanks. You're a life saver."
"It better be a big bonus!" I called as he walked away.
...
"So..." Steve said to me as we were cleaning up. "I noticed you and Freddie haven't been eating together."
"We had a fight."
"I hope it's not my fault."
I looked at Steve. He had a very cocky grin on his face.
"Of course it's your fault, you ass monkey!" I yelled. "That was your plan all along, wasn't it? To separate me and Freddie!"
He shrugged. "Duh. It's what I do. I'm only into girls who are taken. And I like a challenge. You've been the biggest challenge. Success is always sweet."
"You haven't succeeded! I'm still very engaged!"
"But you haven't spoken to Freddie in a week."
"I'm really stubborn when it comes to a fight. I don't forgive easily. Ask Carly."
Steve stepped closer to me. I back away and ended up against the wall.
"I think you haven't spoken to him because you secretly want me," Steve said, trying-and failing-to be seductive.
"Ew! No!"
He laughed. Then he smashed his mouth against mine, forced his tongue down my throat, and grabbed one of my boobs.
I kneed him in his crown jewels. When he backed off, I pushed him into a bookshelf. The force that I pushed him with caused both him and the shelf to fall.
I ran out of the store. I got into the car I borrowed from Becky and Spencer, and sped to Bushwell Plaza.
Before I knew it, I walked into the Shay apartment and slammed the door shut.
Spencer, Becky, Griffen, and Carly all looked at me.
Carly got off the couch and asked, "Sam, why are you crying?"
I felt my face. I had no idea I was crying. "They're angry tears. All thanks to Steve."
Becky stood up. "What did he do?"
I told them all the whole story.
Spencer and Griffen both flew off the couch.
Everyone started screaming different things at once.
"Guys! My eardrums are about to explode!" I yelled.
"I'll murder him," Spencer hissed. His big brother instincts had kicked in.
"I'll help," Carly said to him.
"Sam," Becky said.
"I'll provide your alibis," Griffen told them.
"What do I do?" I asked them. I really didn't want any murdering to go down.
Becky said, "You're going to call your boss and file a complaint."
I nodded. "OK. I'll do that tomorrow."
I saw Carly whisper to Griffen.
"I gotta go," Griffen said and left.
Before I could ask why he left, Becky asked, "Do you want to eat bacon and vent?"
I nodded. I was actually hungry. And Becky did a very good job of distracting me.
Freddie
There was a pounding on my apartment door.
"Coming!" I yelled.
I opened the door and saw an angry Griffen.
"Your mom here?" he asked.
"No. My aunt's sick so she's helping out with my cousins."
"Good."
"That my aunt is sick?"
Griffen shook his head. "No. What I'm about to tell you is gonna make you flip a shit. So it's good your mom's not around to see it." He closed the door and guided me to my couch.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Sam had to close up the bookstore tonight. With Steve."
I stood up. My anger began to rise. "What happened?"
"He cornered her, shoved his tongue down her throat, and grabbed her boob. All against her will of course."
I picked up a lamp and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and broke into dozens of pieces. I knew my mom would be pissed, but I didn't care.
"Is Steve at his house?" I asked.
"I don't know if you should go see him while you're mad."
I grabbed Griffen by the collar and pulled him to his feet. "Where the fuck is Steve?"
"He goes to Jerry's Pub everyday after work. He usually stays until, like, one in the morning."
"Will he be drunk?" I didn't want to kick a drunk man's ass. It would look bad on me.
"Um. No. He likes to pick up the drunk chicks."
"Good." I pushed Griffen back down on the couch and headed to the door. Before I left, I turned to Griffen and said, "If Sam gets a call from the police station, make sure she answers it."
...
My anger kept growing as I drove to Jerry's Pub. I was fuming when I finally entered the bar.
I scanned the area and saw Steve in the back. He was in a booth with some girl. I could tell she was very drunk.
I stalked up to him.
"Steve," I said.
He looked at me and smiled. "Hey, Freddie."
"Get up."
"Why?"
"You know why, fuck head."
He laughed. "I take it you heard about the fun Sam and I had while closing up the store tonight."
"That's not how I heard it."
"Oh? How'd you hear it?"
"You practically forced yourself on her. Now stand up."
Steve stood up and looked at me like he had nothing to worry about. "What do you plan on doing?"
"I'm gonna kick your sleazy ass."
He laughed so loud that the whole bar shut up and looked at us.
"Freddie," Steve said, "You could never kick my ass. I mean, you're a nerd. A nerd can't beat up a guy like me."
I responded by punching Steve square in the jaw.
Everyone in the bar gasped.
He swung at me, but I ducked. I may not be able to avoid Sam when she tried to hit me, but I can when people with skill much lower than her do. Unfortunately, I knew I'd have to let him hit me so it appeared to be a fair fight.
I punched him again, and felt his nose break. I let him hit my left eye. Then he pushed me. While I went down, I feel on a chair and it broke.
I picked up one of the legs of the chair. I stood up and smacked Steve upside the head.
He let out a growl, turned, grabbed me by the shirt collar, and threw me against the wall. I ended up hitting a painting. My head broke the glass, and I felt my head get cut.
I whipped around and tackled Steve to the ground. I sat on him and kept bashing his face with my fists.
He managed to push me off. He quickly stood up and kicked my side three times.
Before he could get in another kick, a man grabbed him. Then I felt hands grab me and cuffs go around my wrists.
"You're under arrest," the man who I now knew was a cop said.
As the cop walked me away and read me my rights, a patron of the bar yelled, "You destroyed him, Nerd Boy! I knew betting on you to win was a good idea! Hell, I was the only one! I just got a thousand bucks!"
I smiled. It was nice to know someone was supporting me. I'm glad I didn't let that guy down.
Sam
I was watching TV with Carly and Griffen when my cell phone rang. The caller ID said: Bail Phone #2. Every time one of my relatives called to get bailed out, I saved the number on my phone so I would no longer be surprised.
"Shit," I said. "Someone got arrested."
I heard Griffen take a deep breath, but I ignored it.
"What?" I snapped into the phone.
"Sam."
I gasped. "Freddie! What are you doing calling from Bail Phone Number Two?"
"I got arrested."
"For what?"
"Griffen told me what Steve did, so I went and kicked his ass. We were both arrested for disturbing the peace, or something."
My heart was filled with love. He did that for me. No one ever did something that sweet for me. But I was also filled with worry.
"Are you OK?" I was so afraid he got seriously hurt.
He chucked. Chuckled. What was wrong with the kid?
"Wait till you see Steve," he told me. "So. Can you come bail me out?"
"Of course. I'll be there as soon as I can."
"With an entourage?"
"Duh."
I could hear the smile in his voice. "I'll see you then. Bye."
"Bye." I hung up.
"What's going on?" Carly asked.
"Freddie was arrested," I informed her. "BECKY! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"
"Arrested for what?"
"Getting in a fight with Steve. Griffen obviously knew."
Before Carly could say something else, Becky and Spencer came out of their bedroom.
"What do you want, bitch?" Becky asked.
"Freddie got arrested," I said.
Becky smiled widely. "That's so wonderful! What'd he do?"
"Beat up Steve."
"What a good guy. Is he OK?"
"He chuckled when I asked that."
"Hmmm. I guess that means he is."
"Can you go with me to bail him out?"
"Of course, Sammie."
"I'm going too," Carly said.
"OK. Griffen, Spencer, stay here and watch the twins," Becky commanded.
"No!" both men screamed.
"I wanna see how Freddie did in his fight," Griffen said.
"And I have to go!" Spencer whined. "I've been out of the loop way too long. I refuse to be kept out anymore."
Becky sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Could Mrs. Benson watch them?"
"She's out of town," Griffen said.
Becky smacked her forehead. "I guess they're coming with us."
"This is so not something a normal family would do," Carly said.
...
"Sam Puckett?" I turned and saw my favorite officer, Barb. "Where's your arresting officer?" Barb hates me.
"I'm actually here to bail someone out, Barb," I said.
"Who are all these people?"
"Friends and family of my fiance. Well, friends who are like family."
"Who in their right mind would want to marry you?"
"A nerd. His name is Fredward Benson."
"Does he have a mug shot?" Becky asked.
"Yes..." Barb said.
"We'll be needing copies."
"I don't think I can do that."
Becky leaned closer to Officer Barb, and put her threatening face on. "You will give us copies of Fredward Benson's mug shot. This is a momentous occasion. He got into a fight with a guy who assaulted his fiance. We need to have copies to always remember it. So. Will you do us this favor? Or do I have to call my dad?"
Barb gulped. "Who's your dad?"
"Carmine Puckett." Oh yeah. Becky pulled the Carmine card.
Barb paled. "Oh. Um. How many copies?"
Becky gave her a sweet smile. "One for me and my husband, one for Carly, I assume Griffen wants one, one fore Sam, one for my dad, and one for the scrapbook that Freddie's mom dedicated to his and Sam's love."
"So six."
"Yup."
"Can I please bail Freddie out now?" I asked.
We did all that stupid chiz, then someone went to go get Freddie.
When I heard the door open and saw Freddie, I ran straight at him. I put my lips against his, and we pretty much began making out in front of a bunch of cops. We pulled apart when a flash went off.
I glared at Becky. "You brought a camera?"
Becky nodded with a goofy smile on her face.
Freddie looked at the little crowd that came to get him out and asked, "You brought the twins?"
"Forget it," I said. "Are you OK?"
"Just a black eye, cut forehead, and some bruised ribs. I'll be fine. Listen, Sam. I'm sorry that I made it seem like I didn't trust you. I was just jealous. Steve was the only guy who liked you that never gave up."
"It's OK, Frederly. I mean, I've been jealous of girls who are into at school."
"Really?"
"Yeah. A lot of girls want you. I usually threaten them and they back off. I did have to beat some bitches down though."
He laughed.
The doors opened and Steve came out. I was in shock. I think we all were. Becky even took a picture.
Freddie had completely destroyed Steve. His entire face was swollen and bruised. I saw some tried blood too.
"Wow, Freddie," Carly said. "I didn't know you were capable of that."
Becky walked up to Steve, her threatening face was back.
"Are you gonna press charges against Freddie?" she asked.
"I was planning on it," Steve said.
"Have you ever heard of Carmine Puckett?"
"Yeah... He makes people go away."
"Well, he's my dad. And he loves Freddie. You press charges and someone, maybe even he, will pay you a visit. You'll get even more fucked up than you are now."
"I-I-I won't."
"Won't what?"
"Press charges against Freddie."
"Good."
Barb came over and gave us the copies of Freddie's mug shot.
"Really guys?" Freddie asked when he saw them.
"Get over it," I said as I grabbed his hand while we walked out. "Oh. By the way, you're so getting laid tonight."
He smiled. We had never gone so long without having sex. Usually, we do it almost every day.
"I'm so looking forward to it," Freddie said.
"I so didn't need to hear any of that!" Spencer cried.
So, did you enjoy the fight? I wasn't sure if it was that good.
The next chapter will either be the last one or the next to last one, so yeah.
Fell free to review. :D Reviews make me happy.
