I Forgot To Remember To Forget
Freddie awoke to the coldness of the room when his covers were forcibly pulled away from him. Shocked by the sudden awareness of his naked state, he jolted upright. He looked around. He definitely was not in his room. This was a much cheaper room with just a bed, chest of drawers, a plasma screen and a bathroom. He heard gentle snores next to him and slowly looked at his side hoping for the best but bracing for the worst. There lay the blonde, her exposed back towards him.
He buried his face in his hands. He thought to himself, 'Oh no! What did the hell happened last night? And what did we do? Sam's gonna kill me! All the other times she just says she'll kill me but this time I think she actually will! Think Freddie think. What are you going to tell her? I'm a dead man walking. What are we going to tell Carly? They are both going to kill me.'
He cautiously turned to look at Sam and smiled again at the 'I heart Ham' tattoo just above her very sexy butt. He sat there considering his options. On one hand he could, he could just sneak out, but that would be just plain wrong. He sighed at the thought of option number two. Deciding that he should go for broke, he leaned over and nudged her shoulder in an attempt to waked her up. But this was Sam Puckett he was dealing with, things are never as easy as they seem.
No response as he shook her shoulder.
"Sam," he called gently, shaking her a little harder.
She groaned slightly and rolled to face him. With her usual strength, she pulled him down to lie next to her while she still slept. As her fell, her arm wrapped around his chest and she nuzzled next to him. "Five more minutes," she grumbled.
Freddie thought about his current predicament. He needed to wake her up to figure out what happened last night, but she felt so good lying there, nesting her head against him. The smell of vanilla from her hair and the warmth of her skin were intoxicating. 'Snap out of it Freddie. Wake her up and figure this out.'
While Freddie battled his conscience, Sam became aware of the heat against her cheek and the racing of a heartbeat against her ear. That smell, was so familiar. 'I've smelt that smell before… BENSON!' Sam's eyes shot open and were as wide as could be. She dared not move, fearing for the worst. 'This is all a dream. You are not waking up next to the dork. If you stay like this, it will all go away…'
"Sam," Freddie called again, this time a little louder.
Sam continued laying there. Her mind raced,'Crap! Not a dream. What to do? What to do? I know, do what you always do… freak out and blame Freddie! Good plan!'
She sat up suddenly, catching Freddie of guard. She kept the sheet around her chest, turned and glared at him. "FREDDIE! WHAT ARE THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE AND WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?"
Freddie gulped and cowered in fear. "I-I… I mean we… uh… I… um… uh…" His tongue grew heavier with every passing minute.
She continued glaring and seethed through her teeth. She reasoned, 'Well it's working so far. Right now he thinks it's his fault.'
They stared at each other.
Knock, knock.
They both turned and looked at the door.
Knock, knock.
"Who is it?" asked Sam.
Freddie clasped his hands together and looked at the heavens, "Please be housekeeping, please be housekeeping," he whispered as he begged.
"It's Carly," was the reply from the other end of the door.
"Shit!" they cried in unison.
Freddie put on a deep voice, "We don't know anyone by the name of Carly."
"Nice try Freddie. I know that's you!" replied Carly. She continued pounding on the door, "Open up!"
Sam looked at Freddie and nodded for him to go to the door. He shook his head vigorously. Sam scowled at him then put her foot against him and kicked him out the bed. He sat on the ground on his bare butt and stared angrily over the edge of the mattress at the blonde. "Go get rid of her," she whispered sternly.
"Why me?" he demanded, whispering back.
"Because I said so!"
"Fine!" he grumbled. He grabbed two pillows from the bed, held one in front and the other in the back of him as he walked about the room. He searched and eventually found what he was looking for. His boxers. He turned towards Sam and said, "Hide your eyes, don't watch."
She rolled her eyes before covering them with her hands. She peeked through her fingers to see Freddie drop the pillows, pick up his boxers and put it on. 'Ha ha. Dork!' She smiled as she got the better of him yet again.
Freddie walked to the door and opened it slightly, just wide enough to peek at Carly.
"Where's Sam?" Carly demanded.
"Sam who?" Freddie decided to play dumb.
Carly folded her arms and glared at him. "Don't try to be a wise-ass! Let me in!"
Freddie frowned. "I'm here alone. Now go away."
"Then why did you say 'WE don't know anyone by the name of Carly' earlier?" Carly smirked.
While Freddie was distracted thinking of an appropriate response, Carly kicked at the door, pushing him off balance, allowing her to enter. Freddie stood there face to face with his neighbor feeling very nervous. He closed the door behind her. "Come on in Carls," he said sarcastically. He walked to the bed, where Sam laid covered head to toe in a feeble attempt to hide. Let's face it, in a room as small as the one they woke up in, they weren't much options.
Carly looked at Freddie as he walked into the room. At that moment she noticed his back. Multiple red claw marks dominated his back. She freaked. "Freddie what in the world happened to you?"
He looked over at Carly to see her point at his back. He looked in the mirror, then turned to face Sam, fuming. "Damn it Puckett! Not again! Do you have to do that every time we-" He cut himself short when he noticed what he was going to say, and who was there when he said it.
Sam looked out from under the covers and glared at him. "Shut up you idiot!"
Carly frowned and looked between Freddie and Sam. "Every time you guys do what?" She tapped her feet impatiently.
She got no response as their heads sank.
"You!" Carly pointed at Freddie, "Put on some pants and go get us some food! And you!" she turned to look at Sam, "We're gonna have a little talk."
When Freddie eventually left, Carly sat on the edge of the bed and glared at Sam. "Explain," she demanded.
Sam raised her eyebrows and asked, "Can I at least put on my clothes first?"
"Fine." Carly waved her off. She watched Sam get out of bed, still wrapped in her sheet, gather her clothes, enter the bathroom and lock the door. Carly tried waiting for her friend to come out but grew impatient. "I can't believe you slept with Freddie!" she shouted.
The toilet flushed on the other side of the door. "Yeah, well, it just kinda happened."
"Just kinda happened?" Carly asked in disbelief. She sat at the foot of the bed to wait for Sam.
"Well we both did get pretty hammered last night. I still can't remember what went on." Sam stepped out the bathroom all dressed, wiping her face with a towel. "I mean I got drunk before, but at least I could still remember what happened." She went to her side of the bed, and folded her legs under her.
Carly thought about what was said earlier. "What did Freddie mean when he said 'not again' when I pointed out the scrapes on his back?"
Sam twisted her mouth. 'If I dumb, may be she'll just drop it,' she thought. "I have no idea of what you are talking about."
"Yes you do," Carly replied. She looked at her friend trying to read her body language. Sam sat there avoiding eye contact, twiddling her thumbs and her cheeks were flushed. 'Liar,' Carly thought.
"No I don't. I can't say what's going on in that nubby head of his."
"You're lying."
"Am not," Sam insisted, looking up and raising her voice at her best friend.
Carly folded her arms and watched her friend in the eye, "Samantha Puckett, I've known you for most of my life and I know when it is you're lying."
Sam looked at Carly unable to answer.
Carly considered a different approach. "Well let me put it this way, how many time have you and Freddie slept together?"
'Oh no. I'm not falling for that trap. I am not going to be out smarted today. Today, she'll get nothing. Time for a diversion,' Sam thought. "You mean like fell asleep on the couch? Well I don't know if you remember that time we stayed up all night watching videos for iCarly and we fell-"
"I didn't mean it that way and you know it! How many times?" Carly fumed. She grew more and more impatient.
'Crap. She isn't going to let it go this time. Better tell her and get it over with.' Sam paused before responding. "Including this time?"
"Yes."
"Twice," Sam said quickly. Maybe a little too quickly. Carly frowned at her, knowing she was lying. She kept her arms folded and glared at her blonde friend. Sam gave up, deciding she had better tell the whole truth. This cat and mouse game had gone on long enough. She sighed. "Okay, okay… three, may be nine times."
"NINE TIMES! WHEN? WHERE? HOW?" Carly slapped the bed and shouted at Sam. She really didn't expect such a high number.
"Geez, chill Carls. To answer all your questions, well this one time in Vegas and the others were during the summer after senior year of high school, Freddie's bed and mine, and we did it lying down. Happy?" Sam smirked. It was kinda fun watching Carly go ballistic.
"My gosh, you two are like freaking rabbits!"
"Well you know what they say, 'once you pop, you can't stop'." Sam chuckled at her quote. She loved that quote.
"Eww," Carly said with disgust and an up turned nose.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Well you did ask. At least we didn't use your bed, though we did reach third base on your sofa…"
Carly whimpered at the mention of her poor sofa being a poor victim in all this mess. She grew angry again, "Why didn't you guys tell me? No more secrets remember?"
Sam decided to take the offensive. "Firstly we knew you would have freaked and secondly, you Carly Shay do not need to know everything that goes on with us!"
Carly pouted. "Fine! You two go on and keep your little secrets!" she shouted angrily. They sat there in awkward silence. Carly took a couple deep breaths and settled down but she needed to know more. "So… is he, you know… good?" she asked meekly.
Sam sat looking at her friend dumbfounded, unable to believe that she even asked that. After overcoming the initial shock, she rolled her eyes and answered, "Did you not see the boy's back? He is freaking awesome!"
Carly sat there, not knowing how to respond to that declaration.
Sam continued speaking, but in a calm, soothing voice, "Sorry for not telling you Carls."
Carly shook her head, "It's okay. I understand. Some things are meant to be private."
Sam bit her lower lip. "But I will share something with you. Freddie and I were each other's first. In fact he is my only."
Carly's mouth dropped. She was in utter shock and speechless. When she overcame the initial stupor, she asked, "You never did it with anyone else?"
Sam shook her head. "I couldn't bring myself to do it. I dated but never even had a boyfriend after him." She bent her head and looked at her hands, "I tried to get over him. I tried to forget about him but I'm still in love with him. Every time I see him I either want to taste those yummy lips or jump into his pants! It's so damn hard to resist!"
Carly leaned over and flicked her friend on the forehead. "Then stop resisting dummy! I can tell he still loves you!"
"I'm afraid!" Sam admitted. She lowered her head again, avoiding eye contact.
"Afraid of what? Happiness? Love? What?"
Sam looked up teary-eyed. "I'm afraid of-"
Knock, knock.
"It's me! I have food!" Freddie called form the hallway.
Sam flew off the bed and opened the door for him. She yanked the plastic bag he held and made for the bed.
"Hey be careful! And not everything there is for you!" He closed the door and approached the girls. He sat on his side of the bed, rested the piece of cardboard that held their drinks on the side table, and grabbed the bag away from Sam. Freddie opened the bag and distributed the boxes. "French toast for Carly. Bacon, sausage and pancakes for Sam. Eggs and toast for me." He then gave out the coffees.
They opened up and began eating. Freddie scooped up some of his scrambled eggs in a fork and fed it to Sam, which she ate without a second thought. She dropped a sausage in his box in return. He looked at her and they shared a smile.
Carly smiled at their little exchanged. 'I must have the dumbest friends in the world. Them and their stupid pride,' she thought. Her phone buzzed. She read the text and typed a reply. "Gibby's coming over," she announced, which was met with shrugs.
They ate in silence. As they neared the end of their meal, Freddie asked with a wry smile on his face, "So did you two have a good girl talk?"
Carly was the first to respond, "Yup. It was interesting." Freddie gulped at the word 'interesting'. Carly looked at him in the eye and smirked.
He nervously asked, "So what did you guys talk about?" He dreaded the answer.
Sam chuckled at his demeanour. "Stuff," she simply stated.
"What kind of stuff?" his voice cracking under the pressure of the situation. He immediately regretted bringing it up.
Carly smirked. "Well you see, Sam told me that you two had-"
Knock, knock.
Freddie sighed. That was a close call. He cursed himself for putting himself in that sticky situation. "Who is it?"
"Me, Gibby."
Freddie got up and answered the door. They both walked back to the bed.
Carly saw that Gibby has holding a bottle of champagne. "Uh, Gibby, I think everyone here has had enough alcohol to last a lifetime."
"Oh," he sighed. "All I wanted was to celebrate with the newly weds" he grumbled, while looking back and forth between Freddie and Sam.
Carly looked at her friends. Freddie and Sam stared at each other. All wore confused expressions. They all turned to face Gibby and shouted together, "WHAT?"
A/N: Yeah I know... them getting married was predictable (kudos to Darkestpowerslover234 and justjb). Thought about not marrying them, but my plans for my story would fall apart.
Up next... the reason they broke up (I strung you along long enough didn't I? I hope it turns out well).
