**I DO NOT OWN ICARLY**
Chapter 8: I Need My Punching Bag (Sam's POV):
I peaked around the corner, my eyes scanning the Shay's apartment door. I listened slightly to hear any kind of movement coming from behind her door. I could only hear the light laughter of Spencer from inside. Then I glanced briefly over at the Benson apartment door. I'm pretty sure Freddie's mom won't come out. I turned back around the corner of the hall and looked at Freddie.
"The coast is clear." I whispered to Freddie as he flashed a half-smile. "Now come here."
I stood up on my tip-toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. I grinned we neared each other in a kiss. He pulled my closer by the waist, his arms wrapping around my torso. I reached up my hand to run it through his tousled brown hair. With that he pushed me up against the wall lightly, deepening the kiss.
My mind began to get so fuzzy that I almost forget to be on red alert, listening for anyone that was coming. I couldn't even concentrate though. He almost pulled away but I grabbed the back of his head and brought my mouth back to his. We were being, what Freddie would call, too risky right now. I didn't care though. When did I ever care?
"Ugh, get a room." I heard suddenly. I yanked away from Freddie and looked to see some guy who lived at the end of the hall glaring at us. He passed us with a bag of groceries making a disgusted noise.
"Up yours buddy." I yelled after him. The man didn't look back though, he just walked faster. Smart guy.
"Sam-" Freddie started, nearly out of breath. I looked back at him only to see he was smiling.
"Alright lover boy, you know the drill."
"Yep. I go home and you go to Carly's."
"Right. Then come over in 10 minutes like usual."
"You got it." He smiled again. I leaned up to kiss him one last time. We fixed ourselves, smoothing out our hair and clothing. Freddie walked to his apartment, looking back at me before going in.
"Fredward Benson! Where were you!" I heard his psychotic mom yell.
"Mom, calm down!" I faintly heard him yell back before a slamming door was heard soon after. I shook my head and laughed. I walked up to Carly's apartment door, simply walking in without knocking like usual.
"Sup People!" I yelled to them. Spencer was in the kitchen, tons of fruit, juice and ice cream sitting on the kitchen table in front of him. He was shoving all sorts of things in a blender and attempting to blend them. Carly was at her computer ignoring him like usual.
"Hey Sam." Carly answered, waving over she shoulder.
"Sup Kiddo!" Spencer called over the loud blending noise. I furrowed my eyebrows and smiled at him.
"Hey Spence!" I yelled back. "Whatcha doing?"
He didn't hear me over the loud noise so I walked over to Carly, standing behind her to see what she was doing. She was on her SplashFace page, updating it.
"Him and Socko had a bet about who could make the best smoothie. He's making me test all of them." She answered rolling her eyes. Only now did I notice the many empty (and some full) cups of smoothies in front of her. I nodded, grabbing for one that was full. I lifted it to my mouth, the thick mixture running into my mouth. I immediately gagged on it.
"What is this? It's horrible." I said looking at it in disgust. Carly turned to look at me.
"I don't know. I said the same thing." Carly smiled. "I don't think I want to know to be honest."
I set down the cup and wiped my mouth, running to refrigerator to grab an emergency cream soda. I popped it open, it fizzing all over. I took a quick swig and swished it around my mouth to get the horrible taste out of my mouth. I strolled over to the couch, plopping down. Carly got off the computer and followed me.
"So what's new?" I asked in a normal voice when Spencer's blending died down.
"Well I asked those guys out for you."
"All of them?" I cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah…"
"I thought you were only asking out Taylor Riggs."
"I was, but I decided to ask all the guys you talked about out." She answered innocently. I groaned and took another drink of my soda.
"So what's the damage?" I sat forward on the couch, picking at a bowl of grapes in front of us.
"Alright. Well Carter Anderson said that he had a girlfriend right now that he was taking."
"Of course." I rolled my eyes.
"Then I asked Evan Steffen." Carly said making a face. "I could barely get him to pay attention to me long enough to ask. When he did, he said dances weren't his thing and he wasn't going."
"Did you ask him during Geometry?"
"Yeah why."
"He always falls asleep during that class and you don't interrupt him when he sleeps."
"I see. Anyway I asked Taylor Riggs last." Carly pursed her lips and stared at me.
"And…" I said eagerly. "What did he say? Spit it out."
"He said that Rebecca Bercawitz already asked him."
"Rebecca Bercawitz-" I growled. Another ditzy girl I hated with all my guts.
"But! He did say if you would have asked him sooner, he would have said yes."
"So? Who cares about what would have happened." I said, but then smiled slyly. "I guess I don't have a date to this dance. I guess I'm not going. Ah that's too bad." I said in fake disappointment.
"Oh no your going. I got someone else to go with you." She smiled but I could see a hint of fear in her eyes. I looked at her sideways and cocked an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Carly…who did you get?" I asked slowly, watching her facial expression change to a pleading, innocent state.
"You know him and he's really fun." she offered, saying it more as a questioned.
"Who. Did. You. Get." I asked slowly, emphasizing each word.
"Okay hear me out first. I was in the process of asking Taylor out for you, but when he declined, someone else sort of heard our conversation. Then he offered to take you. I had to say yes."
"Carly Shay. Who is it." My temper was slowly rising.
"Okay fine." she paused, pressing her lips together tightly. "I got you Reuben!"
I stared at her in disbelief. My eyes must of shown the fury in them because Carly backed up slowly from me. My hands curled tightly into fist and gritted my teeth together. I needed to punch something badly. I found myself saying the same words I did a couple years back.
"You set me up with Reuben?" I screeched, standing up. Carly coward into the sofa, looking a lot like Freddie back in the old days.
"I had to. It was the last day to ask anyone and he was offering. I just took the deal, Sam. I wasn't really thinking."
"How did you understand anything he was saying? Maybe he wasn't even asking me to the dance!" Reuben was a big bowl of random. All that came out of his mouth was a blob of random words that meant nothing in particular. He'd once called me his raspberry soccer ball. I don't even know what that means!
"Gibby was there. He translated the whole thing." her voice shook.
"Ugh. Reuben is worse than Gibby! You should have just stuck me with Gibby" I grumbled and crossed my arms over my chest, trying to calm myself down. I was failing dramatically.
"Gibby's taking Tasha-"
"Sam! Want to try this smoothie?" Spencer yelled from behind me, interrupting his little sister. I looked back at him and roughly grabbed the cup out of his hands. I sipped it and was surprised by the good taste.
"Your lucky." was all I said. If it had tasted like the last one, I would have no doubt dumped the whole drink on his head to calm myself down. I sat down next to Carly, still fuming. Then right on time, my perfect punching bag came walking in. Carly jumped up and smiled ruefully at Freddie. She grabbed Freddie's hand and drug him over to the couch.
"Here Freddie. Sit next to Sam." Carly laughed nervously and pushed him next to me, trying to distance herself from me. She was a smart girl.
"What? Why-"He protested, Freddie turned to give me an odd look, wondering what was going on. "Sam?"
What I wanted to do was clutch his shirt and cry into it. Well not really cry but complain and complain until I couldn't get anymore words out. That's how it usually was when I was upset. However I settled for punching him in the arm. Hard.
He winced and grabbed his arm, closing his eyes. He tried not to show his pain but failed miserably. I grinned, feeling a bit better. Carly was looking at us oddly and glancing at Freddie sympathetically.
"What was that for!" he questioned, looking at me like I was crazy.
"I needed to let out my anger on someone." I said getting up to throw away my empty bottle of cream soda. "Thanks Fredward."
"What is she angry for now?" I heard him ask Carly.
"I set her up with Reuben for the dance this Friday." I gritted my teeth as I walked back to the living room and sitting next to Freddie again. He looked over at me in disbelief, a hint of smile tugging at the side of his lips.
"Reuben?" he said raising his eyebrows. Then he began to laugh. I whipped my head around to glare at him. I grabbed the collar of his dark blue polo and roughly pulled him face to face with me. His eyes widened slightly and I could see the fear in his eyes. However I also saw the concern there as well.
"Don't test me Benson."
"Sam. Don't take it out on him." I heard Carly scold beside me. I forgot that she had been there. I loosened the grip on his collar and let him go. He fixed his collar and sat back. There you have it folks the only boy I can beat to a pulp and then continue to sit next to me like nothing happened. That's devotion my friend. Exactly why I keep him around.
"Sam, I'm sorry I set you up with Reuben. It can't be that bad though."
"Not that bad? I can't understand a word that little nub says." Freddie let another laugh escape but immediately tried to disguise it with a cough when I looked at him.
"Gibby can translate."
"Oh just flippin great." I threw up my hands in exasperation. "Now I have to hang out with both Gibby and Reuben. My life it over."
"I can't help that Carter, Even and Taylor all have dates already."
"Carter? Carter Anderson?" Freddie questioned looking at me. "You know he's has a girlfriend right?"
"That's for the update fudge face." I snapped back. He pulled up his hands in surrender. I didn't mean to be so mean to him but how can I help it? I mean Reuben? He probably thinks I like him or something. I thought I was done with Reuben forever when I yelled nonsense at him on our first "date" at the Cheesecake Warehouse. Just freaking fabulous.
Hey, hey, hey!
Did we not see this coming? Rueben as Sam's date. Haha, I'm sorry I know it was sort of obvious but I really wanted to try the Rueben character out. Plus I know someone who is sort of like him. Always saying stuff that never makes sense, I think it should be fun. I hoped you like it though! I enjoyed writing it. Please review and give me suggestions for future chapter. You guys are amazing! I love the reviews, they make my day :D
-fireflies321
