iWork For Spencer
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Ch 11
iWant Ham
Sam and Freddie worked for a couple of hours on the sculpture. It had a nice foundation to it so it wouldn't topple over and they were off to a good start.
"Let's make a pig," Sam said.
"Why should we make a pig?" Freddie asked with an amused look on his face.
"Because pigs are cool, and I like ham," Sam said with a hungry look in her eyes.
"Do you want to take you to the ham place?" Freddie asked.
"You were going to have to take me anyway," Sam said, "even if you didn't ask."
"And I suppose I am going to pay for your food?" Freddie asked again.
"Duh," Sam said happily.
"Fine," Freddie said rolling his eyes, "but I am not buying you the collectable stuffed animal pigs that they have."
"But Fweddie!" Sam complained in a very childish way.
"Come on," Freddie said.
Sam let her head drop and slowly moved out the door. Freddie kept a very close eye on her to make sure that she would take any money from him so she could buy a pig. She didn't. The frienemies walked over to Sam's favorite ham restaurant. An all you can eat buffet coincidently named Sam's Ham. However, the owner was male and he was bald and his last name is Roberts, but he was a very nice man and he called the Sam we all know and love his "favorite customer." Which makes sense seeing as she would eat everything at that restaurant. The prices, however, were ridiculous. But, to Freddie it was money well spent because the owner here made incredible food.
"How did you find out about this place?" Freddie asked.
"My mom used to date the owner," Sam said with her mouth full of food, "They broke up because he wanted to get closer to her, and she wanted a…well, you don't wan'a know," Sam said with a shudder, "but he likes me, and I am welcomed every time I walk in."
"This place is great," Freddie said, "Does he have any other restaurants like this open?"
"No," Sam said, "but he is trying to get to that point. I would like to see this place become a worldwide sensation, but it hasn't happened yet."
"I thought the less well known restaurants are the best," Freddie said.
"That's what Mr. Roberts says," Sam said, "I don't really get it myself. He said he wants to keep his business as a family business. I don't get it."
"It has something to do with the well known restaurants being 'predictable' and 'same as always,'" Freddie said, "People like something that you get something from somewhere that will blow you away."
Sam had the tired look in her eyes.
"You're boring me, Benson," Sam said.
"I try," Freddie said, "It is a good way to put you to sleep. When you are at peace, I am at peace."
"Actually," Sam said, "I get tired when I go to this restaurant all the time. I eat so much here, I get sleepy."
"Why in the world is that?" Freddie asked.
"Chewing and swallowing is a lot of hard work," Sam said, "I have to put all my energy in chewing and swallowing. It helps that I am aggressive, or I wouldn't be able to eat so much."
"Yeah," Freddie said, "and to burn calories you beat me up."
"Yep," Sam said happily, "I gott'a stay in shape."
"Well your staying in shape has scared me for life," Freddie said.
"You know you love it," Sam said in a fake sweet voice.
"If I got something out it," Freddie said, "then I would love it."
"You're getting food," Sam said.
"I'm paying for the food," Freddie said back.
"Yes," Sam said, "but the only reason you are eating it is because I am letting you eat it. Otherwise, I would eat it myself."
"You make an excellent point," Freddie said.
"Yep," Sam said.
They finished their meals, Freddie paid the bill, and they started to walk back toward the Bushwell Plaza. Sam was moving slower and slower.
"You okay, Sam?" Freddie asked.
"Yeah," Sam said, "Like I said, I get tired when I eat at Sam's Ham."
Freddie walked over to Sam. He took her arm and put over his shoulder for support.
"Wad up, Benson?" Sam asked, "Why are you being nice to me?"
"Aren't friends supposed to help each other?" Freddie asked, "Besides, you do look tired look tired."
"Well," Sam started, "now that think of it, I didn't sleep to well last night."
"What happened last night?" Freddie asked.
"Let's just say my house isn't well maintained," Sam said.
"Ah," Freddie said, "Now come on. The sooner we get to Carly's, the sooner you can sleep."
"You sound like your mom," Sam said playfully.
"Well if my mom did teach me one thing," Freddie said, "it's that sleep is one of those things that keeps you from getting sick and helps get energy."
"Again," Sam said playfully, "you sound like your mom."
"I know," Freddie said.
The two got to the Bushwell and went up to the Shay's.
"Get on the couch and sleep," Freddie ordered.
"You're going to work on the sculpture alone?" Sam asked.
"I might leave for a little bit to buy some stuff," Freddie said, "but I will mostly be working on iCarly stuff upstairs."
"Alright," Sam said as she got on the couch, "Later, Freddork."
"Meaty dream, Sam," Freddie said back as he started upstairs.
Sam instantly fell into a deep sleep and dreamt about fried chicken and special ham.
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