A/N: It's been too long. New Chapter.


Trampoline

Sam's POV

I remembered the first time I felt this flip-flop in her belly that I now felt every time I looked at our tech producer. It's odd though, because I think that if I admit it, everyone will assume I started to… feel this way about him when they first kissed… but that's not true. It's really not, I had kissed him to get it over with and we had returned to hating, but not really hating each other. It was after our first kiss. No, the first time I felt this stomach flip flop, was when I had taught myself how to do a somersault on the trampoline I had bought using the money from the tip giver that allowed me to quit the job at Chili My Bowl.


We had moved (at Spencer's insistence) the trampoline to her backyard, where it took up the majority of the over grown space. On the rare, sunny Seattle summer days, the three of us, me, Carly and the nub, would rush over to my house, and bounce on the trampoline because it was amazingly fun. "I bet I can do a somersault, on this." I said, "Get off," and I pushed Freddie violently and he fell off the trampoline, "I need lots of room."

"Ouch," he whined.

"Sam, don't do this," Carly pleaded, from the lawn chair she had set up near the trampoline.

"You might hurt yourself," Freddie announced, picking himself up, "Or someone else, most likely me,"

I rolled my eyes and Freddie continued, "So you really shouldn't attempt this,"

"Don't tell me what to do Benson!" I shrieked bouncing higher and higher, then I quickly tucked my legs in and I'm moving forward and then suddenly gravity pulled me back and I landed on my butt, bouncing back up and down because of the momentum I had before.

Carly looked like she's trying to hide her laughter, but Freddie isn't at all, his face is turning red from his guffawing, what a dork. "I lied, do that again, it was hilarious," he choked out.

I snarled, leaping to my feet and off the trampoline, and towards Freddie. I went to grab him by the collar, but his most recent growth spurt prevented me from doing so, and I instead twist his arm behind his back painfully, and he cried out, "You have a death wish, dishrag?"

Freddie's eyes widened in fear and he whispered, "I take it back," I let go, and went back to bouncing on the trampoline, trying once again to get enough height and speed to do the 360 flip. After several more failed attempts, with both Carly and Fredbag giggling and then pretending not to laugh, I flopped onto my back on the trampoline, exhausted.

"Hey, Sam," Fredface began.

"Yeah?" I answered, lazily half-opening my eyes.

"I bet you, that you can't learn how to do a somersault on the trampoline in 3 days," he challenged.

"You're soooo on! Loser has to do the usual?"

"The usual." Freddifer agreed.


I spent the majority of my free time bouncing on the trampoline in order to win the bet, I don't like to lose. I am stubborn if nothing else, and I just could not get the full 360 required for the somersault, I was so close though, and not about to lose to Fredweiner. Thinking about the dork, I decided to give it one last try before I turned in, barring the unforeseen rain storm, Carly and Freddie would be back over just after noon tomorrow to see my success, or failure as Freddie was no doubt hoping. My heart beat faster as I bounced up and down, up and down, up and down, and I flipped, head over heels and my stomach lurched in a the fun roller-coaster kind of way. I managed to land on my feet, with invisible-ninja like gracefulness (not) and was so proud of myself. I then went to bed sure; I would win the best the next morning.


I had slept fitfully, a thought I didn't know I had pushed my back in my mind trying to resurface. So, I rose a little early, to get some more practice in before Carls and the dweeb arrived. I jumped on the trampoline and the thought of Freddie losing plagued my mind, and successfully I somersaulted several times – by the time I had made the connection that that was odd, Carly and Freddie had arrived – they were both always early.

"So, let's see Sam," Freddope spoke. I said nothing, just smirked at him, keeping him in my line of sight until I was upside down in the air, then I was back around again, landing on my feet.

"Wow." Carly said, clapping enthusiastically.

"Oh, no…" Freddie muttered.

"I win!" I screeched, happy that I had one, though when I looked at Freddie's crestfallen face, my stomach performed another joyful flip, one that had nothing to do with the somersault I just completed.


So, when, and if, people find out that my stomach gets butterflies, and my palms get sweaty every time Freddie – of all people – compliments' me, or smiles in my direction, they'll assume it's because of the kiss. It's not though – it was after that thing which we shall not mention again, it's because of the fact that Freddie was the only one willing to challenge me, and bet me, even though he knows he's going to lose. Speaking of which – the nub wants to arm wrestle, he seems to think he can hold up longer than 3 seconds this time.


The End


A/N: Ah. See, reference to iOMG. But not about iOMG. I like this. R&R.