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Chapter 8: Beauty and the Geek

~Carly~

Sam and Freddie were treating me to a special day. But they wouldn't tell me what I was going to get. Urgh. This was so frustrating.

Had woke me up the next morning, the day after the had made me breakfast. Sam got me in the shower, dressed, fed, and out the door. I climbed into her car and we drove away to an untold location. Sam made me close my eyes. I felt the car come stop. She got out and came to my side to open the door for me. She helped me out and led me inside.

"Welcome!" came a voice in front of me.

"A reservation for Carly Shay and Sam Puckett," Sam told the receptionist.

"Yes ma'am," the receptionist squeaked before getting up and scuttling away. "Follow me," she said happily.

Sam led me to wherever we were going.

"Miss Shay's and Miss Puckett's 10:00 appointment is in this room. Enjoy!"

"Thanks," Sam replied. She opened the door. "Okay, Carly. You have arrived. Open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and was stunned to find that I was in a spa.

"Sam! Oh my God! How can you afford this? Oh my God! This is so amazing!" I gushed.

"Don't worry about money. Freddie and I just don't want to see you so sad anymore. We have a whole day planned out for you," she explained.

"Oh my goodness! You guys are too kind! Really. You don't have to do this!" I exclaimed.

"Jesus, Carly. Freddie and I want to. We don't like you moping around the apartment any more than you do. Trust me," she told me.

There came a knocking at the door. Sam and I turned around to see a masseuse walk in.

"You ladies will put on these robes." The masseuse dropped some robes on the table.

I nodded and she left so we could change. Sam and I quickly stripped, then put on the robes. They were so soft and silky. I rubbed the fabric on my face.

"This is so soft!" I said, dumbly.

"Yep," Sam smiled. "The best ones they have!" she told me.

I felt obliged to run over to her and hug her. Sam grunted.

"Carly. Really, this is nothing," she repeated.

"I know, but this is just so kind of you!" I exclaimed.

"You're welcome, Shay. Now get in your seat," she scolded.

I nodded fervently and happily sat down on the table. Soon, the masseuse came back in and brought a friend.

"Good morning, Miss Shay. Miss Puckett." She bowed to me then to Sam. "Today you will be receiving massages and facials." My jaw dropped. I thought we were just going to have a massage. Sam just smirked at me.

We were in the middle of our facial. The avocado cream was cool and refreshing. Two cucumbers had been placed over my eyes, one was sliding off.

"Sam?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Thanks. Again. For everything."

"Oh, don't thank me yet. This is just the beginning."

And it was. After we got done with the spa, Sam took me shopping. Like on a shopping spree, with lots of money. And lots of clothes. And lots of trying on things. We were shopping for clothes when I realized something.

"Sam? You hate girly stuff. Like shopping and spa-ish stuff." I said very generally.

"Oh. I get something out of this too, don't worry, Carly," Sam said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Oh."

We were almost done when she dragged me into one more store. "For me," she smiled, with that same mischievous glint in her eye. She walked back out of the store and headed back to her apartment.

"Well. That was a fun day!" I said once we were inside the apartment. "Wow. It's already 7'o'clock. Time to eat?"

"No. Come on. I have one more thing for you today." Sam grinned and pulled something out of a bag. "Here," she said, shoving it under my nose. "Put this on."

I shrugged and went to the bathroom to change. I pulled off my clothes and slipped into the garment. It happened to be a red dress. When I came out of the bathroom, Sam zipped up my dress and showed me what I looked like in the mirror.

I looked stunning. I was in a scarlet red dress that came down right above my knees. It was tight, and showed off my curves, the little ones I had. The dress had a square cut neck with small red sleeves. The fabric was, and appeared, folded. Sam held out a pair of red stilettos that matched the scarlet dress. They had small heels, I'm already tall enough, and open-toed. I slipped them on my feet. Sam pulled out another bag that had a black crop jacket to go on top of my dress.

"Holy cow, Sam! When did you buy all this stuff?" I asked her.

"I tried on all of it, and I bought it when you were browsing through other stuff." She smirked, "I did pretty well, didn't I?"

I nodded. "Well, I better go change, then!" she exclaimed. Sam went across the hall and came back a few minutes later. She looked even better than I did. She wore a little black dress. It had small straps and a V-cut neckline. It was a little shorter than mine, but she paired it with a slightly longer cream trench coat. She wore high black strappy sandals with the ensemble. She looked like a model.

"Freddie's gonna freak if he sees you!" I exclaimed.

"I know," she smiled, "Let's go show him. Let's go out."

I nodded. We grabbed our purses and stepped out of my room. We walked out of the apartment. I went to go knock on Freddie's door to show Sam off to him, but Sam grabbed my hand and led me away.

"But..." I stammered.

"No buts tonight, Carls," she told me.

I opened my mouth in protest but she covered my mouth with her hand and pulled me away.

"Leggo!" she said, pulling me.

"Mmmm-aaay," was the muffled sound that came out of her mouth.

"What?" Sam asked, removing her hand from my mouth.

"I said," I spoke, enunciating, "O... kay!"

Sam nodded. Pushing the button for the elevator.

At the bottom, we stepped out and down the stairs. Lewbert was there.

"Ewww. Look its two little girls all dresses up. Are they going to their tea party?" he teased.

"Lewbert, unless you want this fucking heel to your neck, I suggest you be quiet," Sam threatened.

He made a moaning and groaning noise as we left.

"But, Sam? Where are we going?" I asked again.

"Carly, I said no buts! Unless it's Freddie's butt. Because I rather enjoy that one."

I wrinkled my nose and stuck out my tongue. "I didn't need to know that, thank you very much."

Sam just shrugged, "Just speaking the truth."

"Well the truth could be less... I don't know... uhm..."

"True?"

"Yeah, that."

We looked at each other and started laughing.

Upon arriving, Sam whisked me out of the car and showed me the restaurant.

"Oh. My. God. Sam! This is Chez Shea! This is one of the best and most expensive restaurants in all of Seattle!" I said, flabbergasted.

"I know," she smirked. "C'mon," she said, yanking me inside.

The place was even more glamorous then people said it was. He walls were a crimson red with chandeliers and big windows that let in the moonlight of the full moon. There were white tablecloths and beautiful black chairs. There was no one in the restaurant in less than black tie formal dress. The waiters and waitresses were very nice dressed in white blouses with black dress pants.

"Close that jaw, Carls. You're going to attract flies," Sam teased.

"Sam! This is incredible! I can't believe we're here. At Chez Shea. This place is so fancy!" I exclaimed to Sam. Then I blushed. People were starting to stare because my voice had risen.

"That's why we're dressed like this, dummy," Sam told me, gesturing to our clothes.

"Oh," I said, dumbly.

"Yeah, Carly," Sam said, nodding.

Sam dragged me up to the podium where the hostess was waiting.

"Hi. How may I help you? Do you have reservations?" the hostess asked.

Sam nodded. "We have reservations. It should be under Benson."

The hostess looked through some papers and smiled at us, "Yes. Of course. Two of the members of your party are already here.

I glanced at Sam. I thought we were just going to say 'hi' to Freddie and eat. Who was the last person? Was it Gibby? If it was Gibby, then why wasn't Tasha with them? Sam made eye-contact with me and had an expression in her eyes that said "calm down."

I shot her a look back that said "what the heck are we doing?"

She glared at me a "I said don't worry."

I huffed a little bit and the hostess stared at me.

"Sorry," I apologized sheepishly. She just continued to work on you seating. Finally she smiled and said, "Come with me."

The hostess led us through the restaurant. I was very intrigued by all the decorations on the walls. Everything in this little restaurant fit so nicely and looked so perfect.

We arrived at the table and just Freddie was there.

"Here is your table," the hostess smiled and then left.

"But... I thought you said there were two people here..." I stammered, confused.

"What'd I say about buts, Carly?" Sam asked, "Besides He's probably just in the bathroom."

He? So it was Gibby.

"Where's Tasha, then?" I asked.

"How should I know? Probably with Gibby," Sam responded.

In the bathroom?

Now I was seriously confused.

I sat down, picking up my napkin and placing it in my lap.

"Where is he?" Sam hissed to Freddie. Freddie shrugged.

That's when HE came. I gasped and my jaw dropped. He was gorgeous. Handsome. He was beautiful. And he looked really familiar. He was dressed in a sweater vest with a button up shirt underneath. It made him look super hot, but also really formal. When he spoke. He sounded like an angel.

"Hey, Carly," Brad said, smiling. I almost fainted.

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! I hoped everyone had a great day!