Chapter Nine; Burn It To The Ground
We're going off tonight to kick out every light,
Take anything we want, drink everything in sight,
We're going 'til the world stops turning,
While we burn it to the ground tonight.
-Nickelback
It was finally Friday, the day of Devon's party. She was quite skeptical of it at first, but had gotten used to the idea, thanks to a very persuasive Devon. He had been texting her non-stop since last night, keeping her up late into the night, her heart fluttering happily at the constant compliments that he had sent her in the form of black blocked words.
"Guess who?" a cheery voice came from behind her, covering her eyes, long skinny fingers forcing her eyelids down. A low chuckle softly coming a few inches away.
"Hmmm…" she hummed, pretending to think about it, knowing perfectly well who it was, "I'm gonna guess Freddie." she smiled to herself.
"No silly, it's me," someone laughed loudly, hopping into Sam's view.
"Oh I'm sorry Carly, I thought it was Fredward over here," she said in mock innocence as she turned to fully face Freddie, "You know, because of the high pitched voice and the, little girly hands."
"Awww Sam, it's okay to be a little jealous, you know, with that scratchy man voice, large man hands and the height of a shrunken old Chinese man." He smirked, knowing he had got her with the comment about her height. It was one of the sensitive subjects for Sam, and it was hard to be intimidating when you're ridiculously close to the 5 foot mark.
"Nice come back, now wipe it off your chin." she glared back, resting her palm under her chin, using her index finger to tap her chin repeatedly.
"Sam!" Carly yelled disgustedly at her.
"What?" she questioned, whirling around, her hair whipping into Freddie's face, causing her to laugh slightly as she continued, "It's not my fault his tampons up to far."
"Sam, that's so gross," Carly commented uncomfortably, she was such a prude, "Now let's talk about tonight."
"Oh yes, tonight!" Sam yelled gleefully, "I'm so excited for the party at Andrew's house!"
"Oh….the party," Carly scratched behind her ear, a small little nervous habit of hers, "I thought you would have forgotten about that by now."
"How could you think I would forget about it?"
"Well you haven't talked about it all week, so I assumed you wouldn't be going."
"Besides, we have iCarly tonight anyway," Freddie interjected.
"So?" she scoffed, leaning against the lockers nonchalantly, "We do iCarly at 8, it will last for an hour, and we have a half hour to get ready or whatever and drive over, we should be there by 10, the party will probably be starting by then anyway."
"You've obviously given this an odd amount of thought….you know, for you." Sam smiled sarcastically for a moment at Freddie before turning her attention back to Carly.
"She has," she trailed off, her eyes flickering back between her friend and the empty spot in the hallway, "I mean, I guess we could go, for a little while, I couldn't let you go alone." she complied, happy once again to see her friend give a little happy smile.
"I can't let you guys go alone, I guess I'll tag along too," he jumped in. Carly looked up at him, thanks in her eyes. He didn't know at this point how he felt about her. His heart jumped a little when she smiled at him, but it wasn't as intense as it used to be. He wanted to tell his head that he was doing this for her, because he loved her, and he did, but he knew it wasn't just for her, it was also for Sam. He could tell that this little adventure of hers was going to go south fast, and if he could stop it before, or before it got out of hand, he would try.
His thoughts were interrupted by Sam's booming laugh, "Oh my God!" she screamed, walking up to him, and pinched his cheeks like a mother would her son, "Frednub thinks we need protection, better yet THINKS he can protect us!"
Freddie glared at her, "Oh Fredderly, I don't think I give you enough credit for being so funny," Sam continued to laugh, "Oh, if anything Fredweird I would be the one protecting you."
"Sam, please be nice," Carly begged as the blonde pretended to wipe fake tears from her eyes, "He's just worried, and frankly so am I."
"I really don't see what you two are so worried about."
"Sam there are a probably going to be hundreds of people you don't know, anything could happen," Freddie complained.
"That's the whole point of a party Frednub, to meet people, I'm sorry I'm not like you and enjoy hanging around the same two people," she explained turning to Carly, "Though you're awesome," and continued to glare at Freddie after the statement, "Those who, to you, are the opposite gender, I think it's time you got some male friend my boy, I mean look at you, you're practically already have your period, which you are clearly on right now."
"I happen to like having close friends, rather than hanging with a group of people I hardly know, and….I got Gibby," He tried to say defensively, knowing that Gibby really wasn't someone you would be waving around proudly as your best guy friend.
"Yeahhh…" she smiled, "Gibby."
"What's wrong with Gibby?" Carly questioned her two best friends. Sam and Freddie simultaneously turned their heads to face her, Freddie looking over Sam's head, giving her a questioning look.
"Forget I said anything."
"uh huh, my point exactly," was all Sam could really say, and turned her body fully to Carly, "So the party?"
"I still don't feel comfortable about this one, there's just something about those guys I don't trust, I mean, I'm always up for parties, it's just my gut feeling is saying no."
"Carls it'll be fine, I mean you got me….and the dork, if that really counts," pointing her thumb over her back, pointing at him, "You'll be fine." she reassured her.
"Ok," feeling a bit better, "But we go as a group, and leave as a group." she said nervously, she was always one for parties, finding the hottest one and convincing her two friends to go, this was a big change of events, she had never had to be convinced to go.
"And if you wanna leave I'm sure Fredork here will take you home."
"Sam, when one of us wants to leave, we all leave." Freddie reinforced sternly, Sam scoffed at his attempt. Lately he had seemed to have grown a back bone and it was a very annoying and unexpected change in pace for her. It was a lot harder to rag on someone who spits back.
"Please, for me?" giving Sam the puppy dog eyes, using Carly's weapon against her, "Fine Carly, anything for you?" she lied through her teeth. Carly could tell by her posture, and the little twitch she got at the corner of her mouth when Sam lied to her. She would deal with that later, when the time came, she just hoped everything would work out.
"Alright, so I guess we could meet at my house later, a little before iCarly starts, after we can all get ready together!" Carly squealed, becoming more excited.
"Good deal."
"Okay."
"Thank you Billy, for showing us that it really is funny when you push the elderly down the stairs," Sam cheered, pressing the applause button on her blue remote. The remote cheers coming out loud, but eventually dying down into a low hum. Sam shook it for a moment while Carly continued to speak.
"And thank you Billy for giving Sam more ways to annoy not just the elderly, but the people around her,
Carly yelled in sarcastic joy, hugging her best friend tightly.
"Well that's all we have for today," Carly cheered after a moment of posing with her short blonde friend.
"Tune in next week when we blow up Fredwards pants with pressurized air!" Sam practically screamed into the camera, squeezing in between her friend so the audience had an almost clear view of her face.
"Not really!" Carly yelled over her, smiling as she saw Freddie's eyes roll.
"BYE!" they both yelled as they saw Freddie giving them the signal to hurry up.
"And were clear, great show guys," Freddie complimented, setting his camera down onto his tech cart.
"Thanks," Carly replied sweetly to the compliment, "But what's wrong with Sam's remote?" obviously covering for Sam's lack of thanks to Freddie.
"I don't know, probably just needs new batteries, toss it over here," he explained, motioning for Sam to throw it over.
Sam not hearing him, continued to shake the small blue object violently, hoping that would make it work, "Sam, stop that, you're going to break it."
Ignoring him she carried on the motion then proceeded to press the small gray buttons destructively, "Sam seriously stop, I worked hard to make that."
"I got it Fredward, just give me a minute." she growled, practically punching the buttons with her fist.
"Sam really, how's that going to help?" he grumbled.
"Shut up Freddie, its fine, I got this."
"Sam, come on give it to him." Carly begged, knowing the outcome was not going to be pleasant.
"No Carls, it's fine." She slapped the top harshly into her palm repeatedly.
"Sam seriously, give it to me."
"FINE!" she screamed frustrated, throwing it at him.
"OW! SAM!" he cried, bringing his hand up to his face as he cringed in pain. The corner of the small blue devise had made contact with his right eye.
"Sam please!" Carly held her head in her hands, tired emotionally from them. She thought that over the years of knowing them she would have gotten used to them, that the headaches wouldn't come full force after spending any amount of time with them, but no matter how much she tried to calm her two friends, those sneaky little headaches would always pop back up. Sam just rolled her eyes, smirking to herself as she could see Freddie mumbling to himself softly.
"Come on Sam, we'll go get ready in my room," she grabbed Sam's wrist, dragging her over to the door of the studio and picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder, knowing Sam would reject carrying anything, "Freddie, you can used the bathroom down the hall and meet us in my room when you're done changing," she told him, opening the door and leading Sam down the hall and up the stairs to her large purple room.
"Sam please you've got to tone it down with Freddie sometime," she ranted, placing Sam's backpack down on her dresser and made her way over to her own closest, "It's giving me a headache, you guys are friends, you shouldn't fight so much."
Sam sighed, opening her knapsack and pulling out her clothes, "It's the way it's always been Carly, nothing less and nothing more, I'm surprised you are still bothered by it, it doesn't bother me anymore," she explained, picking at her ripped jeans.
"It bothered you?" Carly asked, she could tell her friend was nervous by the way she picked at her clothing and bit her lip.
"No not really I guess, I mean I guess it did at first, I guess I was angry at him because he was going to permanently be a part of our everyday life, and I had to share my best friend," she explained uncomfortably, "I guess I don't hate him, it's just fighting is the only thing I know how to do with him, change is hard," she continued, taking off her baby blue t-shirt, slipping on her white tube top, watching Carly's back out of the corner of her eye, to see if she would turn around, prepared to change her expression on being uncomfortable to one of distain for the subject, "It was hard when he came into our lives that I just did it to push him out, but when I finally figured that he wasn't going away I accepted it."
She fixed her top, pushing it higher up onto her chest, "but by that time everything was so routine that I just didn't know how to stop," she explained mournfully. She removed her white high top sneakers, throwing them onto the floor beside her, and slid out of her dark wash skinny jeans, and stood there in her boy cut underwear, "I don't know how to act around him besides violently, because that's all I've ever done." she finished.
"You look nice," she told Carly, and she really did, the shirt black skirt showed off her beautiful long legs, and her red tight tank top made her lips and brown eyes pop.
"Sam, I've always known that you weren't comfortable around him," Carly admitted to her, "I've always felt some sort of guilt because I feel like I forced you to hang with him, but over the past few years you seemed to have gotten more comfortable, but I could always sense that feeling of nervousness around you when you're with him."
"I'm not nervous around Freddie," Sam corrected, "I'm just simply annoyed by him."
"Sam, I think we both know that isn't the problem," Carly pointed out, opening her drawer and digging around until she found the desired item, shoving it into Sam's chest, "Put this on, they will look better than those pants you were going to wear," she smiled, changing the subject, as it was becoming uncomfortable for the both of them.
"They will look really good on you, and enhance your assets," she giggled, slapping her friend bottom.
"Miss Carly Shay, did you just slap my ass you little prude," she questioned in surprise.
"I am not a prude," Carly spat comically.
"Oh yes you are," Sam said, pulling the shorts up, and shoving her feet into her shoes, "you get all squirmy at the mention of any 'sacred body part'," she mocked her friend, repeating the quote she once heard her say.
"I'm not, so shut up," Carly pouted, adding one last roll of lip gloss to her red lips.
"Whatever you say," she smiled deviously.
Carly huffed at her mocking tone and moved on to brush her hair one last time. Stepping back to admire her chosen outfit when Sam's head popped in beside her, "PENIS!"
Carly screamed in shock and disgust, quickly placing the palms over her ears and hummed loudly to herself, hoping to erase the words from her memory.
"What are you talking about?" Freddie asked making an appearance in the room, fully dressed in dark jeans and a navy blue dress shirt.
"Carly being a prude," Sam explained matter-of-factly, pointing to her embarrassed friend, Freddie laughed at the sight.
"See, even Fredlumps agrees!" she clapped.
"No, no more talk of this," Carly said sternly, "We are ready so let's go." she stomped out of her room in mock anger, leaving Sam and Freddie to follow her, laughing softly.
Carly came down the stairs in a rush, her two friends closely behind her, but all stopped abruptly once they saw the state of the living room. Dark yellow sponge littered the floor in different sizes and odd shapes. The couch had been moved into the kitchen, making more room for the large tower looking structure in the middle. The sponge on the floor had been molded into a triangle, rectangles cut out at the bottom, the middle being hollowed out. Two large clear boxes beside him full of what looked like coloured bobbin pins, the kind that people use for outlining what they want to sew, one full of black and one full of a dark yellow. The bottom of the mass of yellow had been punctured by the black pins.
"Spencer, what happened to the living room, and what is that?" Carly tilted her head, wondering if it may be an abstract type of sculpture.
"It's going to be the Eiffel tower when I'm done," he explained sticking some more black pins into the bottom," And watch out because I think there may be some on the floor."
"It's okay I got shoe's on, I'm leaving now by the way, I won't be out to late."
"Where are you – AHHHH!" Spencer shrieked like a small girl, pointing at Carly as he did so once he turned around to look at her.
"WHAT!" Carly yelled paniced, hopping back onto the stairs, nervous that she might have stepped on something.
"You are not going out looking like…like…like that!" He ran up to her, looking at her in shock.
"What's wrong with the way I look?" she asked offended.
"I think you look hot." Sam joked, winking at her, which earned a 'be quiet' glare from Carly.
"Too much, too much!" he repeated.
"Too much what?" she asked frantically.
"Too much skin, you are not going anywhere dresses like that!"
"Spencer calm down, if it makes you feel better I'll put on a jacket," she reassured him, turning around to go up the stairs to retrieve one.
"Where are you even going looking like that?" he squeaked.
"I'm just going to a party."
"Oh no, no, no you're not." Reaching out and grabbing her by her shoulder's, bringing her into him.
"What, why not?"
"That outfit is too revealing, and I don't know where you're going, or who's going to be there."
"Uh oh, here comes 'Parental Spencer'." Sam whispered to Freddie, who laughed and nodded in agreement.
"Spencer, I'm not 6 anymore okay, I'll be fine, and I'll even come home tonight," she begged him.
"No Carly, I'm in charge and no you're not going!" He yelled almost childishly.
"You let me go to parties all the time!" she was beginning to get angry, an unusually sight for the prissy brunette.
"When you're dressed appropriately, and when I know whose house you're going to, whose house is it anyway?"
"How did you convince your mother to let you go to this thing?" Sam as Freddie quietly a few feet away from the fighting siblings, their conversation continuing in yelled and angry sighs.
"She's working the grave yard shift tonight, she thinks I'll be over here till 11, which is the time she leaves, and she will call my cell instead of coming over here, I'll just tell here I'm fine and at the Groovy smoothie and she won't even be back till later that night, she's always too tired after the night shift so she stays at her friend's house near the hospital until about 2 or 3 the next day."
"Ohhh, Benson," she teased, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow, "Didn't think you had it in you, guess I'm rubbing off on you huh?"
"Guess so," he smiled down at her.
"Spencer you're being so unfair!"
"I think I am, I let you go wherever you want, but this is one time I think it's safer to stay home."
"Spencer I swear I'll be safe, I'll call you every five minutes if I have too."
"And I'll be with her the whole time, so you know she'll be safe," Sam interjected, sensing her friend needed her help.
"That doesn't make me feel any better," panic still in his voice, he was panting now from yelling so much, "I don't want you going either!"
"What?" she asked dumbly.
"I don't want you going to this party either Sam, look at the way you're dressed, your worse than Carly!"
"Hey, I happen to think I look nice," she pouted, no glared, angrily.
"No, you don't, that outfit is too revealing for you too."
No one said anything, Spencer was really freaking out, his breath was hard and loud and his face had gone red, sweat pouring down his face, "So Carly, go upstairs and change, you're staying here tonight, and Sam you too, you're staying here, I can't let you go out like this, I want to make sure you're okay."
Carly pouted, but complied and turned around, preparing to go up the stairs. She knew her brother was right, but she couldn't help but feel like she was missing out, even though she didn't really want to go to the party. She was relieved that Spencer was also yelling at Sam to stay back with them, meaning she would be looked after too and she didn't need to sit up all night worrying.
"No!" She turned around quickly; Sam was standing in front of Freddie, her arms crossed, an irritated expression on her face.
"What?" Spencer turned his body towards her, looking down at the small blonde girl.
"No, I'm not staying here, I'm going," she repeated.
"Sam, don't fight with him, just come back upstairs with me."
"No, I'm going," she said as she began walking towards the door, past Spencer.
"No, you're not." Spencer disagreed, grabbing her shoulder and whirling her around.
"Look Spencer, I appreciate the concern, but I'm still going," Sam was starting to get irritated at this point, and everyone could tell, but Spencer didn't back down.
"Go back upstairs with Carly and change, you're staying here," he told her again, pointing to the stairs case behind him.
"Spencer, you're not my parent, you're not my guardian, and you're not my parole officer, so you have no right to keep me here if I don't want to, so back off," she said sternly, taking her hand and pulling his arm off her shoulder, eyebrows knitting together in frustration.
"Sam, I'm serious."
"So am I."
Both Freddie and Carly watched as they stared each other down. No one had ever seen Spencer this angry, and Carly was becoming nervous, not knowing what would happen if Sam decided to get violent.
Sam gave up the staring war and made her way towards the door, she had now had enough, all she wanted to was go to the party and see Devon and maybe drink her weight in alcohol. As soon as she made it to the door and had managed to open it, when it was slammed shut, the door knob slipping forms her fingers.
"I said you're not going ANYWHERE!" Spencer yelled. Everyone was taken back, even Sam, this was now getting out of hand.
"Sam, come on, we don't need to go, you don't need to go, neither me or Carly wanted to go because we both knew it was unsafe," at this Spencer's eyes flickered to Carly's, giving her a sign that they were going to talk about that comment later, and looked down in front of him, back to the two teenagers, "It's better if we just stay here."
"Shut up Freddie," she glared, moving her head up to look at Spencer, "And you, I can do whatever the fuck I feel like, I'm almost eighteen, I'm old enough to look after myself," at that Freddie rolled his eyes, thankfully it was unnoticed by Sam, "So get the fuck out of my way before I make you."
Spencer ignored the language for the moment, too angry to care at the moment. He was at a cross roads, Sam was defiantly a challenge if they were to fight, he had two others that would back him up, but he also didn't want to force her to do anything, and legally he couldn't, so he went with an ultimatum, "Sam, you either stay here tonight with us, or you go to the party," he explained to her, her face full of smug satisfaction, as he opened the door to her, "and you're never allowed to come back."
"Spencer!" Carly gasped running up to them from the stairs.
"What?" it was now her turn to be confused.
"You heard me, you leave and you are never allowed to step foot in this apartment again, you can hang with Carly all you want, because I can't change that, but you can't come here anymore."
"Sam, it's not worth it," Freddie tried his best to convince her without her blowing up at him.
"Fine!" she screamed, turning to walk out the door.
"SAM NO!" She heard Carly yell in protest as she took the knob from Spencer's hands and slammed the door.
She was seeing red by this point, she couldn't believe that he would try and do that, telling her what to do, acting like he had power over her. Who did he think he was? If she wasn't so angry she would have felt touched by the sentiment, that he really cared, but she needed something, she needed the toxic liquid in her blood that she had been deprived of for too long now.
She was so into her internal rant that she hadn't noticed the Shay's door open and close quickly. She didn't notice the rushed footsteps nor the loud breathless yells of her name. She had only made it to the end of the hall before a hand grabbed her shoulder. Panicked and always on guard she wiped around and slapped whomever grabbed her in the face.
"Damn it Sam, I didn't do anything."
"What are you doing Freddie?" She asked, she was peeved right now, the fight and now this was stalling her.
"I'm going with you," he explained.
"Won't Spencer get mad at you?" she questioned, offended by the fact that Spencer was so lenient with him.
"No he's not happy with it, but we both thought it was better if I went to make sure you were alright."
"Yeah, like that's going to make much of a difference," she scoffed.
"Well, we might as well go, we have to walk now, Carly was our ride." she grumbled, annoyed.
"I got my mom's car, she going to be carpooling like she always does with the night shift, she always leaves me the car in case of an emergency, so I got the keys, and if we wait a few minutes," he said checking his watch, "We could leave after her and we would be back before her, she won't even know I took the car."
"I have to say, I'm a little surprised and impressed," she folded her arms, "What's with the sudden rebellion?"
"Believe me; it's not all of a sudden."
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind, we'll wait for 15 minutes down in the parking lot, let's go."
The music boomed as they walked up to the large house. They had parked just down the street far enough away that no drunk teenager would see his mother car, but close enough that they wouldn't have to walk to far to get to it.
"Well I guess this is the place," she said, closing her phone, Devon's name lighting the screen, along with the address of Andrew's home, "This place is huge," she said admiring the large house.
It was a three story home, large windows decorated the outside, giving them a clear view into the home. Teenagers scattered all over the place, red beer cups littered the front lawn, along with a few underage teens making out. The outside of the house a light peach colour, though it looked darker in the pale glow of the lights against it.
"Yeah, it's nice," he agreed, looking down to Sam who now had her phone out and open again, her face bathed in a mute blue, "Now Sam, try to be careful, and keep your phone on in case we get separated."
"Oh I'm planning on losing you, I didn't want to come here with you in the first place." she snickered, eyes still glued to the brightly lit device in front of her.
He signed heavily, wiping his hands over his face stressed out, "Sam if anything happened to you it's on my head, I told Spencer I would make sure nothing happened to you."
"Well that was your mistake wasn't it?" finally looking up at him, "Now let's go, I got people to see."
She walked forward, walking up the long walk way, stone crunching under her sneakers. Once she opened the door the music hit her ear drums, making her body thump along to the heavy bass. People were everywhere, they had trouble even opening the door, Sam having to forcefully move a bunch of girls out of the way, Freddie apologized after. Sam made her way to what looked like a kitchen after checking her phone one last time. Freddie followed her, manoeuvring his way through the sea of people, Sam having a much easier time due to her smaller body, Freddie could hardly keep up with her. Something gushed under his feet, the carpet obviously wet with spilled drinks, or what he hoped was a drink.
He had lost Sam in the crowed, leaving him stranded in the mass of hot bodies. Forcing himself over to a large table full of food, he sat on the couch, it was comfy and in front of the food, a perfect spot, well perfect enough for him, since he would probably be spending the rest of the night there. He pulled out his phone and began to text Sam, wondering where she had gone, he wasn't expecting a text back from her, her earlier comment making it obvious she didn't want to spend the night with him, but he had to try.
"Hello," a voice came from beside him, "Mind if I sit down with you?" she batted her eyelashes.
She was cute in his opinion, tall, long brown hair, brown eyes, she reminded him of Carly in a way. Her outfit was quite revealing, a short black strapless dress covered her body.
"Yes, sure," he replied, patting the cushion beside him.
"Thanks," she squealed, gently plopping down beside him, "You're so cute."
"Thanks," he blushed, not used to girl coming on to him, "You look really nice tonight." he complimented back.
"You're so nice," she giggled, pulling up to him, grabbing his arm, "so…do you have a girlfriend?"
"No,"
"Oh, that's too bad, a handsome guy like you," she cooed, brushing her fingers through his hair, making the gel separate, causing his perfectly placed hair to fall over his eyes, "but that doesn't mean you're not up for a little fun, right?"
He could smell it on her breath, she was drunk, probably so drunk that she didn't even know what his name was, let alone be able to remember who he was the next morning.
"No, that's alright," he said, trying to scoot away from her, but the grip on his arm was hard and firm, she was not letting go, "I think that maybe you should lay down or something."
"Hmm…I know a place," she giggled again, her hot sweaty hands moving the hair close to his neck out of the way, her lips latching onto the exposed skin.
"No, right here is fine, just lay down," he choked out nervously.
"Oh, kinky." she smiled against his neck, nipping and biting at it some more. She pulled her body onto him, startling his right leg, her knee connecting painfully into his crotch, "Okay, I think that's enough," he said as she began to grind against him.
Her moans became louder and faster as she continued to move her body against him, and he couldn't help but thrust himself against her, the mix of her body, and the pressure on his lower region sending him into a high, her dress riding up, exposing her white lace underwear. He was a man, a teenager at that, and he had hormones and he had needs, that he would take care of privately in his bathroom at night, but he was also a gentlemen, and he couldn't let her do this to herself, not in public, not with someone she didn't know, and not when she wasn't aware of what she was doing.
Just as he was about to lift the girl off him, out of the corner of his eye he saw a head of blonde hair. It could have been anyone, and at this point he would look at any blonde that passed his way, checking if it was Sam, and lucky enough, it was, but she wasn't alone. Devon was gripping her tightly around the waist, holding her up against him, obviously too drunk to walk. He was slightly kissing her neck, earning hoots and hollers from his friends as he have them the thumbs up sign, then made his way the stairs, whispering into Sam's ear, He knew that something was up, something was always up with someone like him, and with adding someone like Sam to the mix, it was a recipe for disaster.
Thrusting up one more, he managed to send her body flying upwards, catching her in his arms, and as gently as he could, placed her down on the couch beside him. He could hear her disappointed moans, and he felt the same way as she did, the southern hemisphere of this body swelling and begging for attention, but he couldn't let Sam out of his sight when he finally found her.
He ran through the crowd and towards the stairs he had seen Devon take Sam to, his body once again causing him trouble has he forcefully pushed people out of the way, earning him loud complaints and protest, but he didn't care as he only had one thing on his mind.
Find Sam.
When she had arrived at the party she wasn't in the best of moods, the fight with Spencer and the fact that Freddie was pretty much forced to watch over her while she was at the party really brought down her mood, all she wanted was a drink to bring down her stress level, badly.
She had to lose Freddie, which didn't really prove to be all that hard; she was having a hard time making it through all the teenagers, knitted tightly close together, moving around to the place in front of him, making him have to 'excuse' himself every time he asked them to move. She was happy, for the first time, that she was relatively small and had the advantage of slipping under and through the dancing teens with ease.
She circled around for a while, leading Freddie every which way, not letting him on to what room or what place she would stop at, he was so busy at looking where he was going that he had lost sight of her, big mistake. She ducked down into the crowd before he had managed to look up, slipping off to the side, and ran right down the long extended hallway.
She had been texting Devon ever since they had been waiting to sneak out to Mrs. Benson car; she and Freddie had spent 15 minutes in complete silence, the first two becoming awkward, so she was thankful for the distraction when Devon had texted. He had told her to meet him in a certain room, on the first floor down the hall near the kitchen.
So there she was counting doors until she reached the 4th one. She was a little nervous about opening it, tones of Devon's friends would be behind that door, waiting for her. She didn't do well around people she didn't know, she usually left that kind of stuff to Carly, so she would have to go in alone and introduce herself and stand there awkwardly as she looked around for a place to sit, yes, sound like a blast.
Grabbing to door handle she turned it slowly, hoping that the confidence she had left somewhere between the Shay's apartment and the front door would have time to catch up with her. She wanted to back out, but it was too late, someone must have noticed the door handle turning, and running away like a frightened child really wasn't good for her image, so she turned it fully around and opened the door with fake confidence plastered on her face.
"Hey Sam!" Devon yelled, grabbing everyone's attention in the small room. She felt panicked again, the last time she encountered this at Devon's house she had already downed enough alcohol to calm her nerves, making her wish that she had made the time to chug a few cups down before she went searching for them. Carly would usually take care of the introductions while Sam searched for any type of food, needless to say, most of the parties Carly dragged them too were either birthday parties or have an unfortunate lack of alcohol.
"Hey," she greeted, forcing her body forward, sitting in the vacant spot beside him. He handed her a drink, it was clear, ice covered the top layer, making it cold against her lips. While she chugged the drink down, her eyes scanned the room. The place was quite small, which surprised her considering the size of the house; it was about the same size, maybe smaller, than her own bedroom. There were two couches pressed so close together that if she decided to out her feet up she could reach it. Andrew sat across from her, his arm around a small red head, the only other girl in the room she noticed, along with the two other boys' from Sunday, whom she never figured out the name too. Two other boys occupied the spots beside Devon and another on the single seat closest to the window, a small table full of different drinks and chasers.
"I'm glad you made it babe," he said, putting his arm around her shoulders, causing her to spill her drink slightly.
"Me too," she replied, finishing off her first drink nervously.
"So this is Sam huh?" the boy sitting beside Devon asked, his brown eyes shifting a bit, having trouble keeping them steady, obviously they had been at it longer than she has expected.
"Yeah, she's something huh?" he said proudly, tucking her hair behind her ear, and to behind her back, giving them a better view of the blonde. She shivered nervously as their eyes bore into her, looking at her like she was a piece of meat, and she found herself in an awkward position, this must have been how other's felt when she was about to attack, and she had to say she felt a bit of pity on them.
"Devon, can I get another drink?" she asked in fake politeness.
"Sue, anything for you," he smiled, motioning the ginger boy on the end of the couch to make up another drink. She was not pleased; she was hoping Devon or his other friend over there would get up to make it so they would stop staring at her.
"So, is it just you here?"
"No," she said, "Freddie's here too, he drove me," she explained, grabbing the drink when it was handed it to her.
"Freddie?" he questioned, his voice had gotten lower, almost sounding dangerous, the little ring and pounding in her ears was telling her to get away.
"Yeah, what about him?" she asked curiously.
"Nothing, I'm just surprised, I thought you hated him…" he trailed off.
"Oh I do, but I needed a ride," she explained, downing the rest of her drink again, not wanting to upset him.
"Good to hear," he said, a smile on his face as he looked down at her, "Very good to hear," he repeated, lifting her head up to the side, placing soft kisses near her ear.
"Can I get another," waving her empty red cup around, hoping for another distraction.
"Sure," he whispered into her ear, sending chills down her spine, "Hey Luke, get her something stronger, she's downing them fast," he joked, the boy giving him the thumbs up.
"Am I making you nervous?" he said gently, running his fingers through her hair, "I don't want to make you feel like that."
"No, no, I'm fine, I guess I just need another drink," she said, reaching over him to take the drink from the brown eyed boy.
"Good, it wouldn't be a party without you beautiful," he leaned down to kiss her cheek again, "You know, I'm really glad you came."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he began playing with her hair, "I was so nervous you didn't want to talk to me again because of what your friends kept telling you, I'm not a bad guy, people just assume stuff about me, and I don't want you to feel bad towards me, I really like you," he whispered into her ear, putting on fake hurt.
"Really, you like me?" she looked up at him starry eyed. He really liked her, he was being to gentle and sweet, trying to make her feel comfortable and confiding in her, and he picked her out of every other girl.
"Yeah, you're beautiful and sweet," he cooed at her, lifting her up towards him, "I don't think I would pick any other girl but you, I don't think I've ever felt this way about any other girl."
Her eyes began to water up slightly, the alcohol taking its effect on her body. Her heart was pounding, and even though the warning bells were going off, louder than ever, she ignored them, because she was so happy.
Following his lead and drinking the rest of the beverage in her cup he bent down and kissed her on the corner of her lips, he knew by experience that she would either reject him or pull him in for more. She had already had three drinks, all mixed with very strong alcohol, and he could see that her face was red and her eyes following lead, small cracks of red forming in them, and he took that as his sign to begin.
Giving the ginger boy a signal that looked like he was just casually scratching his neck he grabbed the cup from him, "Sam, do you want another drink?" he asked, taking her empty cup and handing her another.
She took the cup and drank from it. It tasted normal, the intense taste of the Gin spreading throughout her mouth. She looked up at the clock and noticed that she had only been here for maybe less than a half hour, and her head was already clouded and the room was tilting slightly. She actually began to think about what Freddie might be doing, but shook it off, as there was another boy in front of her that just told her how much he liked her, and she felt guilty for thinking about someone else.
It only took a few minutes, but she could feel it as she topped off another drink. It was almost like she was behind glass, the voices of everyone in the room began to become muffled and hard to pin point, and her vision began to blur, everything mixing together into a beautiful mess of colour. She could hear her name being called close to her ear over and over again, more voices joined in, some yelling her name and some laughing, but she didn't care as her body relaxed.
It was short lived though as her limp body was pushed upwards, only to be placed back down a moment later onto a harder surface. Her name was called again, but cut off. She could feel the hot hands on her body, running up and down, gently pulling at her shirt and pants. A warm wet sensation appeared on her neck, a humming along with it, she could feel a wet thick substance leaking down her neck, but she couldn't figure out what it was.
She couldn't help but moan loudly, she would have been embarrassed if she knew what was going on, or maybe remembered there were other people in the room, but she didn't. She could hardly feel her limbs by this point, a numb feeling slowly spreading throughout her body. She almost felt like she was in a dreamlike state, her body was acting on its own accord and she was just watching it.
The soft lips on her neck neck began to move upwards until it was connecting with hers. She let out a breathy moan and slightly kissed back, as her body was feeling heavy. Another hum came under her lips, almost like a laugh this time as it was more defined and loud. Once the lips left hers she once again was manhandled to sit upright in a sitting position, her legs parted and she was high above the body below her, straddling them.
She let out a small scream as she was yanked down until she was flush against the body beneath her. She let out another strangled moan as sweaty hands began to come in contact with the exposed skin under her shirt. Her body was reacting to the chills the hands left; she could feel her chest swelling and began to grind upwards. She could hear laughing coming from all around her, but the pounding in her ears made it hard for her to concentrate on anything else but the person in front of her.
"Wow, she's really going at it," a soft feminine voice said.
"Well she already gave him a blow job, might as well go all for it," the laugh was loud, loud enough to break through the thumping, but not loud enough for her to really care.
She growled in protest as her body soared into the air, thick arms around her waist steadied her movements when her legs gave way, picking her up wand walking, making her feel like she was walking on air.
She heard the click of a door, followed by the hard boom of music filled her ears. She was being wiped around, hair flying everywhere, loud screams and laughs from the drunken' bodies around her littered the air. It didn't bother her for long as a soft whisper in her ear began to flutter. She could only hear mumbles but every so often a word would make it to her ear drum.
Her body began to jerk up and down as the person began to climb up the stairs, holding tight onto her. The motion began to make her feel ill, her mixture of alcohol and stomach acid swirling together began to push up, making her feel sick. It felt as though it was blocking her airways, causing her breath to come out laboured and hard, and tears began to form in her eyes.
The next thing she knew she was laying on a bed, a very soft one. She didn't know where she was or how she got there. Everything was moving so fast, causing the horrible feeling to become more intense. Her body was hot; her face broke out into a sweat, making the clothes on her body stick to her.
It didn't help when a heavy mass laid on top of her, closing in on her and sharing the heat with her. She growled in protest, but was relieved when the body on top of her was removed, along with, in one swift motion, her tube top as well. The cool air around her breezed across her skin, making her lean her head back and moan.
More thick moans filled the air, and ruffles of clothing. Once again those hot lips were on her skin, and red filled her vision, the warning was becoming more and more prominent in her mind and was becoming hard to ignore, but the rising heat around her levelled higher and over powered the red lights.
Moans and gasps started up again, the temperature raised and she began to sweat again. Pleasure words were screamed and she couldn't tell whose mouth it was coming from. She hummed quietly in happiness when hands slipped down to her shorts; undoing the button and zipper, letting more air touch her body. Her glassy eyes rolled back as her head began to swirl and fuzz, her throat close up.
As soon as the wish came, it had been granted, as the heavy sweat that was once mixing with hers ended, and her body began to cool down. She just lay there in pain, the muscles in her legs and arms in pain, tears forming in her eyes as she had never felt this kind of hurt before.
She could hear screams, and the rattle of the dresser she guessed was in the room, the drawers slamming against the wood of the frame. Skin on skin contact echoed in the room, grunts and painful moans accompanied it, and then silence.
She tried to relax, but her body felt like it was on fire. She felt as though bugs were crawling all over her body, making her itch, and cry out in frustration, tears sticking to her eyelashes. Suddenly the now lose shorts were beginning to tighten and restricted, hands fumbling around, they seemed careful and nervous as they zipped her up. The burning heat returned when the sweaty top was placed back on her body.
"Come on Sam, sit up." she heard.
He grabbed her body, tugging it upward into a semi-sitting position, and she leaned into the cool hands holding her. She opened her eyes slowly, squinting at the light as it burned her baby blues. Blinking a few times, trying to adjust herself to the bright lights around her, she managed to open them, making out the figure in front of her.
"Freddie?" she questioned, finally making out the brown hair and warm brown eyes.
"Yeah Sam, it's me, come on, we gotta get you out of here," he urged, placing his arms around her waist, helping her place her feet on the scratchy carpet.
"No Freddie, it's hurts," she whined. Her muscles were tightening with every movement, and it was causing her a great amount of pain.
"It's alright Sam," he reassured her, bending down to her knees and throwing her over his shoulder, but quickly dropped her down onto the bed once he heard her screech in pain,
"What's wrong?" he yelled panicked.
"My," she couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence, and just pointed continuously at her stomach.
"Your stomach hurts, did I hurt you when I did that?" talking to her almost as if she were a child, but figuring it was the only way to get any information out of her.
He was then greeted with a few small nods and a pouting lip. He couldn't help but feel bad, though they were contently at each other's throats, it still pained him to see someone he knew for so long, someone he thought was one of the strongest people he knew, reduced to a weak crying mess in front of him.
"Okay, we'll try something else," he said, turning around to make sure the door was open wide enough, he turned to her and grabbed around her knee's, lifting them up and brought his other hand to support her back as he lifted her up into the air.
He huffed and began to walk quickly down the hall, panic on his face, he had to get her out of here. He walked carefully down the stairs, careful to not lose grip on the crying girl and to make sure he didn't cause her anymore pain.
No one seemed to notice them, too caught up in their own world, and he was thankful for that, he didn't want anyone seeing Sam like this. He let Sam's legs drop to the floor momentarily, letting her body lean against the wall beside the door and he opened it, hearing her cry out once again. Once he managed to open the door, he lifted her back up into the pervious carrying position and walked out the door, not caring enough to close it behind him.
He made his way to the car, glad he managed to only park on the end of the street, and not having to circle the block repeatedly to find a spot. His knees felt like they would give way, mixed with the weight of Sam's body and the fact that he himself was tired he hoped that he made it in time.
Letting out a joyful yell when he found the dark gray car, he set Sam's trembling body down on the side walk, leaning her up against the car, looking back at her every few minutes to make sure she hadn't hurt herself. He fumbled around in his pockets for the keys, not remembering what pocket he had put them in, his anxiety rising when he looked through each pocket and couldn't find them until he reached the last one, frustrated that it took him so long to find it.
Grabbing the key he shoved it into the lock, giving it a quick turn and wiggling it around to retrieve it from the lock. Placing it back in his pocket it opened the door, and went back to Sam. During that time she had started screaming slightly, whimpering every few minutes and grabbing her head in aggravation.
He lifted her up and softly placed her down into the passenger's seat, careful not to upset her anymore. He reached over her body to buckle her seat belt, tugging it a few time to make sure it wasn't loose, helped her straighten up, and leaned the seat back a bit to make her more comfortable, then quickly shut the door, which earned a dissatisfied moan from Sam.
He quickly raced around the car and unlocked the driver's side with more ease as he did not have to worry about Sam on the side walk, knowing that she was safe with him. He started the car and turned down the music so it wouldn't bother her buckled up and drove off.
He sped down the street, adrenaline pumping in his head, he was nervous and frightened, he didn't know what to do, all he knew was he needed to get her someplace safe. He kept his eyes open for cops and took the back roads to the complex, as to avoid any unwanted attention.
Sam cried out again in pain, she felt it getting worse. Her head was thumping in her skull; her brain felt too big for her head and like it was going to explode. Her veins started to restrict and seemed like they were too small, like the blood was stopping, making her head dizzy and eyes blur even more. The muscles in her legs and arms throbbed and she kicked them in attempt to loosen the feeling, but it didn't work, and she let out a choked out scream, catching Freddie's attention.
"You alright?" he asked, turning the corner into the Bushwell parking lot, but was only met with another moan of disapproval.
She didn't know when he got there, or how long it took, but the next thing she knew was Freddie was opening the passenger side door and taking her up into his arms. Once he got a good grip on her he slammed the car door closed with his hip and began to make his way to the complex.
He didn't know where to take her, at first he thought he should take her to the Shay's, he knew by now they would both be asleep, and he didn't know if Spencer would want to deal with Sam right now, nor did he think Carly could emotionally deal with her best friend looking like this. So he decided that his place would be their destination, it would be quiet and he could deal with her and this situation in the morning.
Sliding into the elevator, he let her down, and pressed the number needed to take them to his floor. He bent down and held Sam to him, trying to calm her down, with no such luck. She was crying hard, and at random times she would hiccup, indicating that she was not getting enough air.
"Calm down, it'll be okay," She was upset, which was starting to make him upset as well. He placed his hand on her bare shoulders, and retreated when he noticed the skin was hot and sticky, his hand being able to slide off of her with ease, like she had been in a swimming pool.
He looked up when he heard the ding that told him that the elevator had stopped and they were on the floor. He moved her slightly, coaxing her to stand up, grabbing her waist and picking her up, finding this would be easier than picking her up to only put her back down after the few feet they had to get to the door.
Practically having to drag Sam to his door, he was relieved when he finally made it. He was sweating horribly now, not to mention the sweat coming off of Sam. Digging for his keys again, he tried to make sure Sam kept quiet, careful not to wake the Shay's or anyone else on the floor.
Once he managed to open the door, he picked up Sam once again, having left his door open he would have anymore obstacles to manoeuvre around. She was still crying, saying his name every few minutes to make sure it was still him, something must have happened for her to want to be so close to him of all people.
"Okay Sam, I'm gonna put you down now alright, just hang on," he told her, sitting her down on the side just below his bed, she was sweating profusely and he didn't want her getting the sheets wet. He could feel the heat coming off her, she was burning up, and he had to get her temperature down. He didn't want to put her in the bath, she would have to sleep in wet underwear if she did, because he wasn't about to strip her right down, that would be going too far, and he didn't want to make her feel more uncomfortable than she already was.
"Okay Sam, I don't want to scare you, but I have to take off your shirt, you're way to hot," he explained, wanting to make sure that she knew what was going to be happening.
Once he received a nod he grabbed the bottom of her white top, slipping it up over her chest to her armpits. He grabbed her hand and raised it up and pulled the material up over it, letting it sit on her shoulder, and did the same with the other side until he could bring it up over her head.
She gave a happy sigh as the air hit her boiling skin, and leaned her head back, "Alright, now your shorts okay," he asked again, popping the button and pulling the zipper down. He grabbed the sides and practically forced them down. It was hard because she was sitting and wasn't capable of sitting up, so he had trouble getting them around her bottom.
Throwing the shorts to the side, he made sure she was steady and got up and left the room. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed the ice pack from the freezer and a 2 wash cloths. He took the wash cloth and put them both under the cold water for a moment, soaking them, and rang them out before shutting off the water and went towards the bathroom to grab a towel.
"Freddie!" he heard her yell from his room. She began to cough loudly and painfully and he knew what was coming. Quickly grabbing the towel and opening the drawers under the sink he grabbed the pristine tin bowl from underneath and ran towards his room.
She was still coughing loudly, her breath was laboured and she was still yelling his name over and over. She stopped for a moment and held her stomach, and that's when it came. He quickly put the bowl he had gotten from the bathroom in front of her face, letting the hot substance fall into it. Freddie's mother always kept and sterilized the bowl for when he was sick; saying that putting your face in the toilet was unsanitary, even though the toilet was probably sterilized like everything else.
She cried harder and harder, which upset her stomach more, and caused her to continue to release more of the contents of her stomach, "Make it stop Freddie," she whined, looking up at him after she was done.
"I can't Sam, I wish I could, you just have to let it get out of your system," he told her.
"But it's so hot," she cried, putting her face back into the bowl. He took one of the wash clothes from the pile and began rubbing it along her skin, wiping the sweat from her body. It felt nice to her, one little thing that made this more bearable.
"Are you okay now?" he asked once her heaves had stopped, her breathing had slowed down, and she just sat there, staring into space.
"Mmm Hmm," she moaned, dropping the bowl down between her legs.
"Okay," he said, taking the bowl and going to his own bathroom. He dumped the bowl out into the toilet, and quickly flushed it. He washed it out with soap and water before returning back to her.
"Alright, I need to clean you up a bit," he placed the tin bowl on the night stand incase she needed it again, and picked up the wash cloth again and continued to wash the sweat off her body.
Her crying had slowed down into sniffles and hiccups, as he washed her. Her head had stopped spinning but the world around her was still slightly blurred. She could still make out Freddie's face and feature's, which made her feel safe.
She didn't feel threatened by his presence, danger didn't prickle off his skin and his eyes were calm and caring, nothing like Devon, where she felt beautiful, but not safe. Everything Freddie did was to make her feel comfortable, with Devon she felt out of place and scared, but she still liked him.
She gasped as a colder cloth was placed on her face. She couldn't see it but her make-up was running, her mascara and eye liner was smuggling around her eyes because of how much she was sweating.
He was gentle while dealing with her face, wiping every speck of foundation off, revealing puffy red cheeks. He turned the cloth over and began to work around her eyes, the black staining the cloth, which he guessed he may have to throw away after. Once he was done he looked right into her face, the dark black mascara was gone revealing dark blonde eyelashes. He had never really noticed that she wore make-up, but this was the first time he really saw her eyelashes and they were quite pretty, totally a different look from Carly's dark ones.
"Alright Sam, I'm gonna put you on the bed now okay?" he asked, and watched her nod again. He stood up and moved the covers around, making a nice little spot to lay her down. He reached under her arms and hoisted her up onto the bed, guiding her head to the pillow, and pulling her feet up and under the comforter.
He grabbed the ice pack and the towel on the floor and wrapped it around the cold compress. Walking over to her he placed it down on her stomach, receiving a surprised gasp from her.
"Cold," she complained, pushing him away. He then noticed her stomach, finally getting a good look at the blonde girl. She looked a lot thinner, her stomach was sunk in and he could see the beginning outline of her ribs. What was going on?
"Just let it sit for a while, you need to cool down," he urged her, placing it down on the stomach again.
She whined again, but kept it there. Once he was sure she wasn't going to move it she took only the sheet and wrapped it around her, hoping to keep an awkward situation at bay the next morning when she realized that she was half naked in Freddie's bed.
"Freddie," she gasped, "I'm scared."
Freddie looked at her in surprised, "What are you scared of?" he asked her, hoping to learn some new information.
"Scared," she cried out again, and grabbed his hand, and began to cry again.
"What are you scared of Sam, I can't help you if you don't tell me," he pleaded.
"Scared," she sobbed again, pulling him down to her, "Stay."
"You want me to stay with you?" he questioned nervously. As much as he really wanted to stay, that was going to earn an awkward explanation in the morning. She nodded.
"I don't think you want me to do that," he told her trying to remove is arm, but she noticed and clenched on again.
"Stay!" she practically yelled.
"Okay, okay, I'll stay, just let me change," he said, standing up.
"NO! STAY!" she started crying again.
"Okay, I'll stay," he crawled over her, knowing she wasn't going to let go. He pulled down the covers, still holding her hand, he kicked his shoes off, and unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, he figured that was about as many clothes as he should take off.
He slid into bed with her and pulled the sheet up over top of him, as he was still hot himself. She looked over at him; squeezing his hand again she turned onto to side, the cold ice pack falling off her body as she did so. He grabbed the large package and put it back onto her side, and scooted closer to her.
He began to rub her back as she began to calm down. She couldn't pick out her surrounding, or quite pin point where she was, but she could see Freddie, she could feel him and hear his voice, and that was enough for her.
The light comforting motions on her back started to lull her to sleep. Even though she wasn't aware of the world around her, she was with Freddie, and she knew she was safe.
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