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Chapter Eight
He sighed deeply.
Spencer Shay was sick and tired of lying on his side. Of all the places to get shot with a staple gun, it just had to be his ass. The jokes were going to last for weeks. Carly's first visit earlier had confirmed that, as she said Rodney and Jake had heard and were already making perverted jokes about it. The plan he had set up so he could get the sculpture done was brilliant, especially being that it was supposed to be so simple. Instead, Spencer felt lucky that he didn't take twenty staples directly to the face.
"I can't believe you like that flavor," Carly Shay said, eyeing Spencer's shake. "Spinach is sooo nasty!"
"Hey you eat fired bananas so I don't want to hear it."
"They're plantains, and if you'd try one you might like it," Carly said, pointing a finger at him.
"Knock, knock," said Sam Puckett, sticking her head into the room.
"Hey Sam," said Spencer brightly. "How's Freddie?"
"Doc says a stitch or two to his arm should be all; he's just grateful that the staple gun missed more vital areas." Sam leaned against the door cam, crossing her arms over her chest. "What about you, need a kiss to make it better?"
"Joke's already been made," said Carly smiling.
"Yea, but you can go right on ahead beautiful," Spencer grinned and they all shared a laugh.
"You hear anything about Gibby yet?" Carly asked. Gibby was also helping Spence with his sculpture when the staple gun accident occurred.
"Yea, he managed to get out unscathed," Sam shot a pointed look towards Spencer. "He's kind of pissed about it at the moment, but he said himself that he'll get over it. Matter of fact he said he'd drop in either later today or tomorrow."
"Yeah, yeah," Carly sighed, "By the way Spencer, how was a staple gun involved in all of this?"
Spencer laughed slightly.
"You don't want to know."
Carly also laughed. "No, I suppose I don't."
"Hey, I'm gonna go and tell Freddie that I'm leaving and that I'll see him later. Meet you in my car?" Sam stated.
"I'll drive myself home, you drive like a mad woman!" said Carly, and Sam couldn't help but roll her eyes. So instead Sam said her good-byes to Carly and Spencer and they both watched her make her way towards Freddie's room, which was just down the hall.
"So, what do you want to bet that the minute that Freddie gets out of the hospital that Sam will be all over him like shit on a stick?" asked Spencer.
"Haha, yeah right, like I am going to lose any more money on those two assclowns," grumbled Carly. "I wonder if they know how much they are costing people right now."
"What, you think that they possibly know about 'The Bet'?" Spencer waggled his eyebrows in surprise.
Carly shot him a droll look.
"No, it's just that they're the two most stubborn people on the face of the freakin' earth!"
"Yeah," Spencer had to agree. "So, what's Lewbert up to now, three hundred, four maybe?"
"A month? What the hell was he thinking? That laser wart removal must have warped his mind in the process."
"He has a good lookin' sister though. You know, for someone in his family."
"Why Spencer, are you interested in asking his lovely sister on a date later on?"
Spencer glared good-naturedly at his sister.
"You know, people usually treat the handicapped with a little bit more respect, ya know."
"If I did that, I'd have to start listening to you more often," said Carly, and they laughed again.
