Okay, this was my own doing. Alas, no dreams have come to me yet that I can put to paper (er, type).
"Carly! Freddie! Sam!" Spencer yelled from the living room. The trio came ambling down the steps to see Spencer next to something covered with a big sheet.
"What's that, Spence?" Sam asked.
"Well, in honor of iCarly's 50th webshow," Spencer said, smiling stupidly, "I decided to get you guys…" He ripped the sheet away.
"Bikes!" Carly exclaimed. Three shiny new bikes were standing all in a line. There was a red one with a yellow flame strip, a plain blue one, and a green one with a dragon. Carly ran for the red one and Freddie went for the blue. Sam, however, stood back.
"Don't you want to check out your bike?" Spencer asked.
"Uh…" Sam said. She gazed down at her feet. She appeared to be embarrassed, and even nervous.
"Why don't we try these babies out at the park?" Carly asked.
"No!" Sam yelled, earning herself puzzled stares, "I mean…we shouldn't…use them so soon! They…they could…break?"
"Oh I forgot!" Carly said, a sad look washing over her face, "Sam never learned how to ride a bike." Freddie laughed uproariously.
"Never learned to ride a bike?!" he cried. Sam ran at him, fists clenched. He backed away fearfully but Spencer grabbed her before she could do any damage.
"Maybe we should just watch some TV." Carly offered.
"No." Sam said calmly as Spencer put her down, "You guys go ahead. I'll stay here."
"No, Sam." Freddie said, "I'll teach you how to ride a bike." Sam stared at him questioningly.
"Why, Benson?" she asked, eyeing him doubtfully.
"Well, you know, you're my friend and I want you to learn." Freddie answered. Sam looked at him warily, then said, "Fine. But you're dead if I end up crashing into a tree."
The foursome rode their new bikes to the park. Carly was riding her red one, Spencer was using Sam's green one temporarily, Freddie was using his blue one. Sam, not knowing how to ride one, sat on Freddie's handlebars.
When they arrived at the park Carly and Spencer decided to go riding while Freddie taught Sam.
"Okay," Freddie said, "Just sit on my bike." Sam did so. Freddie handed her his helmet.
"I don't need no helmet!" Sam said, pushing it away, "Mama's got a hard head."
"Got that right." Freddie muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing!" The two got on a dirt path, making sure there were no runners or other bikers in the way. Freddie put his hands on Sam's. He felt a nervous tingle go through his fingers.
"What're you doing?" Sam asked.
"I-I have to h-hold your hands on the handlebars, so you d-don't fall off." Freddie stuttered. Sam smirked as he held her hands like that. He breathed a sigh of relief that she was not going to punch him.
He walked her down the path while explaining for her to pedal at a certain rate and whatnot. After an hour of training, Freddie decided to let her try on her own.
"Okay, I'm going to run you off." he said, "When I let go, just keep pedaling." They started down the path. Freddie held her hands for a minute, then let go. She wobbled a bit but stayed on the path.
"You're doing it!" Freddie congratulated. Sam turned her head to look at him. He was jumping up and down in excitement. She couldn't help but grin at how silly he looked. She kept staring at him until the bike hit something and she toppled over.
"Sam!" Freddie cried. He rushed over to her. She was holding her head and he could see her face was scraped. She moaned as he raised her into a sitting position.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She looked at him. Her brown eyes were wet. He had never seen Sam cry. Well, maybe once, when he had walked into the Shays' apartment after her first day at work, but she had chased him out before he got a good enough glance at her.
"Yeah." Sam whimpered, "I'm fine." She was still clutching her head. Freddie pulled her hand away. There was no blood. It was probably just the shock that was making her cry. The scrape on her cheek was bleeding slightly but other than that she was okay.
"Here." Freddie said. He took her hand and hoisted her to her feet. She was shaking and could barely walk. He put her arm around his shoulders to help support her. He took her to a nearby bench and sat her down. Thankfully, Carly and Spencer spotted them and rode over.
"Oh my gosh!" Carly exclaimed, sitting next to Sam, "Are you okay?"
"Fine." Sam mumbled. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and winced as she touched her cut.
"I think you twisted your ankle." Spencer said, examining her feet.
"I'll carry her back to the apartment." Freddie proposed. He took her in his arms and she did not protest. Spencer took both the green and the blue bike by his hands and Carly rode her red one.
After about three blocks Sam said, "Thanks, Freddifer."
"For what?" Freddie asked.
"For helping me back there. And I hate to admit it but maybe you were right about the helmet." He smirked at her and she returned it. Freddie was glad he was able to help her.
"You're teaching me how to ride that bike eventually." Sam said.
"Even after what happened?" Freddie asked playfully. She rolled her eyes.
"It wasn't your fault, Benson." she said. They grinned. He certainly would teach her how to ride a bike. He only hoped it would take a long while.