iWork For Spencer

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Ch 10

iHate Art

Freddie sat on the couch of the Shay's apartment. He was bored. It wasn't because he wasn't working on a sculpture, even though Spencer hadn't told him and Sam to start working on one, it was because nothing exciting was going on today. He went to school, he got out of school, he did homework, he went to the Shay's, he watched TV at the Shay's, and now, he was looking at a blank TV screen at the Shay's. He tried to talk to his crush, but Carly was in another one of her moods. Freddie had found out the hard way that disturbing a moody Carly is not a wise course of action. Then again, trying to talk to an angry Sam isn't a wise course of action either.

Speaking of Sam, where is she? Freddie looked around for a moment. The blonde haired girl that he referred to as a demon was nowhere in sight. Freddie couldn't really decide if this was good news, or bad news. Sam was always most dangerous when wasn't seen or heard from. He hadn't seen Sam all day as a matter of fact. Then again, he and Sam had different classes and different scheduled lunches. In fact, he doesn't see any of his friends at school anymore. The only time he does see his friends is at the end of school. Carly didn't like that Freddie had to choose every class that would separate the trio. It interfered with iCarly, according to her. However, Freddie just wanted to challenge himself a little. Was getting into more advanced classes really that bad? Freddie dismissed his thoughts, though the image of Sam was seared in his mind. Carly came down stairs, she seemed less moody then she was before. Now she just had a strange look on her face.

"Is everything okay?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah," Carly said, "I've just been thinking."

"What are you thinking about?" Freddie asked.

"What design I am going to use at Build-a-Bra today," Carly said.

Freddie groaned and left the conversation at that. The last thing he wanted to talk about is Build-a-Bra. After a moment Freddie turned his attention back to his friend.

"Do you know where Sam is?" Freddie asked.

"Sam?" Carly asked with thought, "Um, I think Sam…I don't know. Come to think of it, last time I saw Sam was after school. We went around looking for you, but then she went off somewhere. I think she went home, but I'm not sure."

"Maybe I should call her," Freddie said.

"Well I can't, my phone is dead," Carly said back.

Freddie took out his phone which said that he had three missed calls. He had forgotten to turn off the silent mode on his phone. All the calls were from Sam.

"Oh no," Freddie groaned.

Freddie hit the call back button.

"Well, look who finally decided to return a call," a familiar voice said, "Did you leave your phone on silent again?"

"Yeah Sam," Freddie said, "What do you need?"

"Seriously?" Sam asked, "You're more of an idiot than I thought. Aren't we supposed to do more art stuff?"

"Sorry," was all Freddie got out, "Where do I meet you?"

"The junk yard," Sam snapped, "Where do you think, Freddison?"

"Again, sorry," Freddie said, "I'll be there in a moment."

Sam hung up on him. Freddie sighed heavily.

"I'll see you later, Carly," Freddie said as he left the Shay's apartment.

He got to the junk yard and found Sam waiting for him.

"Where in the world have you been?" Sam asked.

"Making out with Carly," Freddie snapped.

He knew that his wanting to be with Carly just infuriated Sam, but he did it anyway. Sam just stared at her frienemy, her eyes locked on his with a desire to kill. She sighed, but Freddie didn't notice.

"Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to snap at you, I didn't know we were supposed to work on the sculpture today. Come to think of it, I haven't even seen Spencer today. When you told me to meet you here, I thought Spencer talked to you."

"No," Sam shook her head, "I thought Spencer would have talked to you, that or you would already have a plan for the sculpture. I thought you always thought ahead. It is the only reason you don't ever have homework."

Freddie couldn't argue with that logic. At school he was known for being prepared and ahead of everyone else. What people didn't know is that he usually got ahead of everyone else because his mom wanted to do so much with him after school. If he ever did any homework at home he would never get it done unless his mom had to leave. Being the psychopath that Mrs. Benson is, it was very rare that she had to leave the apartment unless it was necessary. Plus, Freddie just enjoyed having as much free time away from school related things as he did. However, if Freddie did have to do homework at home, it would be because of a major project.

"Your right Sam," Freddie said, "I'm sorry for the confusion, and I'm sorry I wasn't prepared."

"Stop the presses," Sam shouted, "The lord of the nubs is finally unprepared for something."

"Whatever Sam," Freddie said rolling his eyes, "Just help me with this."

"Do you have any idea what we are going to be making?" Sam asked.

"A sculpture," Freddie said in a smart-alecky way.

Sam punched Freddie's arm and he winced in pain.

"I know that you nub," she said, "I am talking about the theme of the sculpture."

"No idea," Freddie said rubbing his arm, "Let's just go for random again."

"Going for random is what got us that 'Loving Hatred' thing," Sam said, "and that isn't even what we intended."

"Of course it wasn't what we intended," Freddie said, "and it was unintended for two reasons: first it was random, and second, we didn't even know what it was."

Sam looked at the dork next to her. She looked like she was going to remark on Freddie's comment, but just let it go.

"Whatever," Sam said instead.

Freddie rolled his eyes and started to gather random parts along with Sam.

"Remind me why we are doing this chiz," Sam said after a while.

"Because Spencer said the sculpture that he made cost more than he thought it did," Freddie said, "and we made a promise that we would repay him for breaking it when he found out."

"I hate art," Sam said.

"So do I Sam," Freddie said.

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