CHAPTER 7: igo to the beach (part 1)

Freddie's POV:

After fooling around in detention for an hour, Sam and I self-invited ourselves to Carly's, where Sam attacked an entire ham, lying down on the couch, resting her feet in my lap.

"Hey, guys! How was detention?" Carly asked.

"Not too bad…" I said and caught Carly smirking knowingly at me; she knew the only reason I enjoyed detention was because of the ham-devouring demon, lounging lazing on the couch. I blushed.

"Whats wrong with you, fred-red?" Sam asked

Oh man! She caught me blushing!

"uhh..I…uhh.." I started stammering

"It's just really hot today, isn't it?" Carly saved me, "Hey! Why don't all of us go to the beach tomorrow?" She added excitedly.

"Umm…sure, cupcake" Sam replied. (A/N: I'm not sure, But I THINK I've heard Sam call Carly cupcake like 3-4 times in the show, not sure though)

"Yeah, why not? Let's go, it is a Saturday and we don't have anything else to do anyways" I said.

"Great!" Carly was practically bouncing with excitement now, "Sam, get your lazy butt off my couch; I know for a fact that you haven't bought a new bikini since…forever! Let's go! Build-a-Bra has a bikini section as well; We're going NOW!"

"Caaaaaaarlsss…" Sam whined as Carly dragged her out the apartment. I caught her blush slightly before she left. Why was she blushing?

OH. a BIKINI.

Now, I was turning red.

Saturday morning was quite hectic. We had to leave by 7am because the beach we wanted to go to was 3 hours away. Even though Sam usually sleeps till noon on Saturdays, She had spent the night at Carly's on Friday, who forced her to sleep and wake up early, using bacon-threats. ("No bacon for breakfast, unless you wake up in time for it, in the morning, Sam!") Sam then took her anger out on me by dumping a bucket of cold water on me to wake me up at 6 in the morning (she picked the lock…AGAIN) , fueling an intense 10 minute argument that ended in name-calling, new nicknames and eventually ended in laughter.

I spent an hour convincing my mother that I'd wait at least an hour and a half, after eating, before getting in the water, wouldn't go too far, stick with Spencer and the girls and use both my sun block and my cloud block; my mother finally let me go over to the Shays', after showering me with kisses and reminding me of certain beach safety-related rhymes (yes, she has those). I opened the door to Carly's apartment and felt my face heat up. Carly stood there in a floral sun dress, her face covered in make-up and her hair straightened and topped with a straw-hat; she looked really pretty but she's not the reason I felt my jaw dropping. Sam stood there with no make-up, her wild curls had been tamed into a very messy, high pony tail, a few stray strands touching her face. She was wearing a pair of shorts ending mid-thigh and a light blue tank top that brought out her eyes. She was breath taking.

I almost lost control and told her how beautiful she looked and how she made me feel; thankfully Spencer decided to show up with his banjo, playing it and singing a bit, breaking me out of my trance. (A/N: SPENCER AND THE BANJO ALWAYS SHOWIN' UP DURING SEDDIE MOMENTS LOL).

"Ready to go, kiddos?" Spencer sung, excitedly.

I cleared my throat, because I was still a bit tongue-tied, and replied "umm….yeah, let's go!"

We walked to the car in the parking lot that Spencer had borrowed from Socko's cousin, 'Car-los' (Carlos actually, but that's how Spence pronounced it; man what is wrong with this Socko guy's family?!)

Carly quickly called shot-gun and left me and Sam to sit in the back together. She gave us both one of her now-famous-and-very-recurrent-knowing-smiles and said she was going to be taking a nap. She whispered something in Spencer's ear before closing her eyes. Spencer took out his pear phone and plugged his earphones in before choosing a song and listening to it. Carly tried to make it seem like Sam and I were alone in the car. Clever, Shay, Clever.

For the next hour, Sam and I played would you Rather. Then we started arguing over something stupid and decided to just listen to songs. Since we were sharing my pear pod and earphones, she had to scoot in really close to me. I could smell her hair; it smelled very mildly like roses and bacon, it seems like a weird mix but the scent was actually quite intoxicating and very natural (and oh so good), unlike most girls' hairs that smelled all artificial and fruity (I used to sniff Carly's hair back when I was a weird kid with an obsessive-stalker-ish crush on her, don't judge me!). She continued moving closer till our legs were touching and her head was practically on my shoulder. I tensed up.

"Relax, Benson. I'm not going to eat you…..most probably….maybe…" She smirked.

I rolled my eyes and put my arm around her, pulling her close so the wire on her side would reach her ear. She rested her head on my shoulder and I hit play. She'd occasionally make fun of my song preferences and sometimes tell me she was impressed a dork like me actually listened to some pretty good songs. I looked down when she stopped talking to see she had fallen asleep on my shoulder (A/N: sorry for the cliché…I just HAD to) I smiled to myself. The sound of her soft snoring, the smell of her hair and just the feeling of having her so close to me was too comfortable to resist: Soon I found my head resting on hers as I drifted into a comfortable slumber, where my dreams were all about the demon sleeping on my shoulder, confessing her love to me (like that'll ever happen).