(Sam's POV)
"Come on baby. You can finish it, just like before when we were doing our foundation worksheet" Freddie egged me on as I stared at the math worksheet in front of us.
We were in his apartment, and to be exact, in his room. Crazy wasn't home today, something about visiting another relative or some health convention; maybe both. I honestly still really couldn't be bothered to know.
In front of us was his desk that was filled with computers, various technological equipment and his homework pile that consisted of his Algebra and Biology textbook.
Soft guitar rims emitted from his pearphone docked onto a player as I tried hard to stare at the formidable equation in front of me.
A surge of frustration ran through me. Who on earth needed to know how to solve quadratic equations on this planet? It didn't relate to sleep, eating or food.
My arms went around his neck as I rested my head on his shoulders.
"But baby, it's annoying to do math with letters!" I whined in protest. We were on his desk chair, me on his lap. His unique overwhelming scent flooded me with emotions.
"Come on Princess! I brought you to dinner with special bacon and even bought you five fatcakes already!" He rebutted as he pointed to the pink wrapper on the table. What? So I like coconut and chocolate sweet pink treats, it isn't a shock.
I lifted my head to face his dorky but adorable face. I jarted out my lips and pouted, clearly pulling those puppy eyes on him, in hopes that I could rid of this torture called homework.
"Uh uh, you are not getting away with it again. I gave in to you long enough, so sit down and finish it." He finished before kissing the back of my ear, inhaling my scent. I giggled internally, biting my lip to prevent it from escaping my mouth. Oh chiz. He knows my weaker points. I admit, I am a sucker when Freddie pulls his boyfriend techniques on me.
"Fine. But I don't see why we have to do homework on a Friday night!" I gave in, I knew Fredward loved to finish his work as fast as possible and well, his nubbish personality had rubbed off little on me. So here I am, trying these murderous questions.
"Alright, you know what, after you finish, we can pop some popcorn and what whatever gory film you want. Does that sound ok?" He asked gently, wrapping his arms around my waist tighter and brought his face to my shoulders.
I swatted his face away from me. "You're so dorky Fredlame, you know that?" I stated, clearly amused at his nerdish character.
"I know I am Sammy, but you love it." His gravy-coloured eyes smiled at me.
I rolled my eyes. I was surprised myself that we were together for 3 weeks already. Last week he brought me to Pini's and I am still not over their lasagna. Speaking of which, I am awfully craving it right now.
(Freddie's POV)
I was surprised after that, Sam managed to complete almost an hour and a half of work, completing her long overdue math work and even understanding numerous biology concepts.
In this comforting yet stale silence where we did our work with her in my lap, I could say she was more productive than this whole week combined.
Not long later, she hopped off my lap, breaking that silence.
"Okay Freddork, I have done what you told me to, so get your lazy butt out of this chair and lets watch some horror!" She spoke with enthusiasm, much more than the deadpanned voice of annoyance she had with work.
I got up and followed her out of my room into the living room. She sat on the leather loveseat of a couch, anticipating any horror film they were showing on HBO. I got to make some buttery popcorn and prepared two cans of peppy cola that we've bought earlier. You can't trust to have a satisfied and full stomach with organic vegan things in my house.
As the movie started, I joined her on the couch and she automatically swung her legs over mine, her head resting on my shoulders. I realized she had gotten rather fond of doing this whenever we were alone. She had always complained about how I was so cliché when it came to romance, but she wasn't any different now; some kind of guilty pleasure maybe?
30 minutes or so into the movie, I sensed she got bored as she kept playing with the popcorn kernels and starting flicking it at me. But I got annoyed somehow and started to yank the bowl away from her.
As I reached out to grab the blue plastic bowl from her, she pushed by cheek away, swatting away my hand. But overtime I started to play with her instead. Sam laughed hard as I tried to tickle her sides and she fell onto my chest, her blonde curls sprawled out.
We both laughed at our silly game of teasing, our breaths went ragged after that heap of amusement.
Sam got off me and ran her fingers through her hair, parting it to one side. She turned to face me, her cerulean eyes widened. "Benson! Not cool." She huffed.
"No, it's cute when you're laughing your chiz off. Makes up for that irritated mood you had earlier." I stated, reaching out to play with a loose strand of her curls. I swore I saw the Sam Puckett blush, but I honestly couldn't be absolutely sure in the dark, except for light from the TV.
"I did not have an irritated mood and in case you've forgotten me, it has always been like that with homework. Has Crazy been making you eat vegan food again?" She inched closer; her hands went to her hips, her piercing blue eyes staring at me.
This sounded absolutely cheesy, but I was completely lost in her blue eyes of perfection, too much to answer her. I just stared at her, absorbing her features in the dim lights of the living room.
Somehow we both leaned forward and our lips met, moving in sync; my heart started to pump so hard. My hands went to her hips, bring her closer to me and she wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening our not-so-chaste kiss. Our tongues fought and somehow Sam managed to straddle my hips in the heat of things.
Sam's penny tee rode up a bit and I managed to feel her smooth pale skin. My heart was flushed with emotions and spark-like sensations ran through me. Her scent overwhelmed me and I broke our kiss to kiss the back of her ear. I knew she liked that a lot.
We somehow made out for over 10 whole minutes, before parting after the brief occasions to get some air. Our foreheads touched before she laid down on my chest. Our hairs were messed up and my shirt was crumpled and messy.
We laid down on the couch in silence. Sam stroke and fiddled with the loose thread on my shirt, while my hands played with her curls.
"I'm staying here tonight, Benson." Sam spoke softly; sitting up to finish whatever remained of our popcorn war.
"Huh? I thought you told Carly you'd be staying at her house tonight because your mom brought home some dude with a huge bulldog?" I questioned.
"I know. But right now, Carly's with James on their dinner date in her apartment and I am too lazy to go on listening to her ramble about his perfection and what not; and that they are probably making out now" She shrugged casually, turning her head to face me.
"Yeah alright. My mom's working the nightshift so she'll be back only at noon tomorrow. I'm surprised. Carly's been dating James for more than a month. That's some progress." I was impressed at their relationship.
"She really likes him, saying that she 'connects' with him rather well. Either that or they share their common love for her disgusting lemonade and their belief in bigfoot." Sam answered, forming a yawn.
(Sam's POV)
"Okay, let's not talk about them right now. You tired?" Freddie ran his finger across my cheek, making me form a grin. I still can't believe this boy was that nerdy dork whom I've tortured for so long, now is making me feel so comfortable.
"Yeah. Let's hit the sack." I walked into his room and he automatically went to his wardrobe drawer and pulled out his old penny tee and handed it to me, smiling.
He knew me too well. He knew I liked his shirts very much. When he left for the bathroom, I changed into his shirt that hung loosely on me, quite oversized and a pair of shorts I had worn underneath my jeans. Don't judge. It's just me.
I jumped onto his bed and pulled the covers to myself, grabbing his phone and started to scroll through his contents. I don't think he'll mind me invading his privacy.
He got back, changed into a grey shirt that stretched across his rather broad chest and some checkered pants. He climbed into bed and brought me closer to him, his arm snaked around my waist.
I placed his peartunes on random while accessing our iCarly twitter account to check our tweets that we receive from fans this week. Yes, Freddie updates our site, Carly answers fan mail while I check our twitter. It had been some unsaid communication we'd decided on.
Lying here with you so close to me
It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe
Caught up in this moment
Caught up in your smile
I had slept in his room before. It was comforting and his room smelled of cinnamon and detergent, that scent I never got tired off.
"Thanks for helping me in my school work. Normally I would have just burnt it off and told whatever teacher that Frothy ate it or something." I spoke.
(Freddie's POV)
Never opened up to anyone
So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms
We don't need to rush this
Let's just take it slow
"Hey, no problem Princess. You deserve good grades in school. Whether you're there to ignore or to admit it out loud." I replied casually, sneaking occasional glances at my phone in her possession.
I felt her chuckled on my chest. We both knew she wanted to do well.
Just a kiss on the lips in the moonlight
Just a touch in the fire burning so bright
No I don't wanna mess this thing up
No I don't wanna push to far
Just a shot in the dark that you just might
Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life
So baby I'm alright
With just a kiss goodnight
The weekend passed fairly well. We spent most of our time forming new ideas for iCarly and rehearsing them for Friday's show and Gibby came about to start practicing his doctor lobster bit. That and you add another make out session after rehearsal in the studio and Carly claiming that she needed to 'clear that thought'. Oh please, has she seen herself with James?
It was now Monday and we met up at Skybucks slightly before school started and replenished our energy with caffeine and sugared breakfast treats, with the addition of fried bacon for my Sammy.
As we got to the hallway, James took Carly away to show her something, and I faced Sam, leaning my frame onto the blue lockers.
She kissed my cheek, simultaneously chewing on the bacon as she left for gym class.
I cracked my combination opened, and bent down to grab my History book and a notebook. I stood up and stuffed the books into my bag.
"Hi Freddie. How have you been?" She spoke sweetly, flipping her red hair.
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credit of song: Just A Kiss by Lady Antebellum (gosh i love this song) honestly, it fits iLove You breakup scene perfectly!