Failure By Design
A/n: omg I had the WORST writers block when writing this chapter. I'm sorry if it's not my best but I really do hope you enjoy it as always.
They had been filming for hours yet they felt like they got nothing accomplished all. Oh wait, that's right, they didn't. As it turned out Justin wasn't an idiot staring at his shoes; he was a stoned idiot staring at his shoes. No matter what Freddie said to him, Justin's response always seemed to be "What?" and frankly it was annoying. Add an irritated Samantha Puckett, mix in a sun burnt Gibby (he just had to take his shirt off) and you get one incredibly annoyed director. It was also putting Freddie on edge that Brad was being too calm and collected, he was bound to explode. Currently the four teens were slouched down in chairs behind the tech equipment watching Tori shamelessly throw herself at the stoner.
"I'm bored." Sam complained.
"I'm hungry." Gibby chimed in.
"I could eat. Let's grab some grub." Brad suggested. The two boys walked off to find food leaving the couple by themselves.
"This sucks."
"This is the failure of all failures." Freddie said.
"On a scale from one to failure this surpasses failure."
"It's failure is epic."
"What does she see in this guy?" Sam gestured wildly at the odd couple across the way.
"Bacon."
"Don't tease me Benson."
"No, not actual bacon."
"What's the point of fake bacon?"
Freddie loved his girlfriend but he sometimes wondered that if put against bacon if he would come out the victor. And Ham. And fat cakes. And fat shakes. Where was he going with this ramble? Oh right, the bacon. It was her analogy originally how did she not get it now? And why would there be fake bacon involved? The process in which her brain worked terrified him; it terrified him more that he understood her most of the time.
"Okay take a step back from fake bacon and think about the last serious boyfriend Tori had."
"There was…no nevermind…ohh but there the guy who…. No he didn't last either. I know!" Freddie watched as she desperately struggled to find a guy.
"You got nothing." He stopped her. "She has left a trail of tears, figuratively and literally, since her break up with Steven and before then it was what's his face."
"Where are you going with this?"
"She's so desperate to be in love that she'll take anything."
"And bacon fits in how?"
"If you were a girl looking for love-"
"Which I'm not." She was infuriating. Why couldn't she ever just go along with it?
"But if you were and you met a guy who seemed truly interested in you, wouldn't you be blinded by it?"
"So what you're saying is that just by liking her he became bacon? That's pathetic."
"That's desperation."
"But if he likes her then what's the problem?"
"Sam if you were a musician who was going nowhere in life or career and a cute, naïve girl started talking to you about her friends who direct videos, what would you do?"
"Keep her around till I got what I wanted."
"Ding ding ding."
"We've been duped."
"Yes we have."
"I can't wait to kick him."
It was comments like that that made Freddie realize no matter how much Sam had changed since they've been together she was still the tough, ass kicking girl he grew up hating. Well not hating, maybe more like tolerating. Their relationship in the past had been anything but friendly, most assumed they only associated with each other because of Carly and in the beginning they would have been right in that assumption. The thing about Freddie and Sam was that even though they bickered, spared, generally only referred to each other by some less than nice names and abused each other (well Sam abused him) in the end they had to have loved each other to deal with all of that for so many years. In fact, Freddie secretly enjoyed the constant blows to his ego dealt out by Sam because that meant she cared in her own weird way.
Freddie was pulled out of his train of thought by Brad who had returned from getting food Gibby-less.
"Where's Gibby?" Freddie asked him.
"Letting people poke his chest to see how long it stays white before turning back to red." Brad told him like it was the most obvious thing in the world while taking a seat next to his friend.
"Naturally."
"I wonder how long it will stay white if I punch him." Sam wondered out loud. She pondered over it for a minute before getting up and testing out her theory.
"Your girlfriend is so weird." Brad commented as they watched Sam meander over to the pack of girls surrounding Gibby.
"I know."
"He's going to be in so much pain when she's done with him."
"Ohhhh yea."
"Maybe you should get her a puppy."
"I would end up taking care of it."
"True." They sat in silence for a few moments before Brad spoke again. "Dude what are we going to do about this video?"
"Beats the shit out of me but we have to do something."
"Any ideas?"
"Not a single one. You?"
"No. It would be so much easier if we didn't have to work with him."
"Don't I know it."
That's when Brad had a stroke of genius. They didn't need Justin to shoot the video, they just needed his song. He ran over and grabbed Gibby and Sam, rushing them into the car before anyone noticed they were gone, and told Freddie to head to the beach. His idea was to shoot Sam in various different situations and locations in black and white, maybe even spruce it up by making it look like antiqued film. So that's what the four friends spent the rest of their day doing. In the end it worked out for the best and the shots Freddie got of Sam couldn't have come out better if it were planned out from the beginning. All that was left was editing and the Seattle teens would be rid of Justin for good.
After wrapping up Sam gave Tori a call and informed her of what took place. She told her they were going back to their hotel to crash, they were all exhausted and sun burnt and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Promising to call her friend in the morning to make lunch plans, Sam hung up her phone falling face first onto the bed she was sharing with Freddie. Within minutes all four of them were fast asleep, none of them moving and inch until the next day.
Love Always,
Ladyy