A/N not totally Seddie, but I hope you enjoy anyway :)

Oh Gibby

Sam's P.O.V

"NO Sam!" Gibby darted around the kitchen island once more, clutching the theme park tickets in his chubby fists.

"C'mon dude! I'm a way better rollercoster rider than you and Tasha" I proonounced his girlfriends name in a cutesy girly way, as she would. He tried to make a break for it, but with his agility against mine, how could he expect escape?

I tackled him to the floor, watching the sweat bead off his forehead, past his fear stricken eyes.

"Gibby..." I said as menecingly as I could, he squirmed. "It's Fredlumps birthday next week, it would be super awesome to take him to this park..." he raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes to the back of his head...Gibby thinking face.

"But Carly told me you got him some crazy new software for his laptop" he finally squeeked at me.

Yes, this was true I asked (or threatened...whatever) his A.V dork buddys to help me get something techy, apparently this software is 'the bomb' as Shane put it, hmm, that boy still holds a grudge against Carly and myself.

"Yes, but Freddie got me an awesome gift AND took me to an MMA fight!" I scowled, waiting for Gibby to do the right thing and give me the tickets for free, if he lnows whats good for him.

"I'll do you a bet!" he blurted out to my surprise.

"WHAT?" I exclaimed, waiting for him to explain.

"Well you and Freddie always have bets in situations like this...I'Ve seen it!...So I wanna bet too" I smirked, It's rare the dork ever wins those bets so how can this dork believe he can beat ME!

"Okay Gibby, you're on!" I nodded. At this piont Carly was emerging from the elevator with her laptop.

"whats on? except you on Gibby?" I looked at her and then back at Gibby, whom I still had pinned to the floor. I jumped up off of him, shrugging, and the decided I wanted a cream soda.

Carly was still stood infront of the elevator, eyebrows raised, so Gibby stepped in to calm her expression.

"We have a bet!" he moved closer to her, arms crossed over his chest and a goofy smile on his childish face. Carly looked concerned for a moment, and then giggled.

"You can't be serious! and what are you planning to do for this bet?" Gibby frowned as she continued to giggle.

"We actually hav'nt decided yet" I said, returning from the fridge, soda bottle in hand. Carly nodded the giggles away.

"And what are you even betting for?" she looked at me, obviously wondering what I could possible want from Gibby. I blushed, I always feel kinda embarressed doing nice things for Freddie, yes he's my boyfriend now but years of pretending to hate the boy puts you in routine!

Gibby lifted the tickets to show Carly. "Sam wants these for Freddie's birthday" Carly mouthed an 'oh' and then looked concerned again.

"Well why won't you sell them to her? why bet?" She questioned Gibby, who suddenly shot daggers my way.

"Their for me and Tasha, she wants them for free!" he jabbed his pudgy finger towards me. Carly looked sternly at me, I shrugged, ignoring her diaprovel.

"So, Gibby, whatcha got in mind for this bet?" I took a large gulp of my cream soda and turned my attention to him. Carly sighed and gave up, sitting on the couch with her laptop.

"Well, you see this grape" He pulled a grape out of his pants pocket, strange boy.

"Yes, I see the grape" I loosly pointed to the tiny fruit, rolling ym eyes.

"Well, I'm going to put it in one of three cups, then shift the cups around. If you can tell me the placement of this grape" he shook the grape "then you get the tickets" he pinted at me.

"We're playing a carnival game?" he simply nodded and moved to Carly's kitchen. I shrugged and followed, placing my bottle by the computer on my way.

He placed three cups on the table.

"Uhh Gibby, those are clear glasses" I motioned to them. He looked un-fased.

"Hey, their still cups!" he grunted, placing the grape inder the middle glass. I smirked, those tickets are mine!

"okay then...shift 'em boy!" he followed my command and moved the cups around, I barely paid attention.

After five minutes of him sliding cups I got fustrated.

"GIBBY!" he jumped at my sudden loudness.

"What?" he stck his finger in his ear which was prabably ringing.

"Why is it taking so long!" I pressed my lips together, holding in futher anger.

"Well I want to make it hard for you to guess where the grape is..." I slapped my palm to my forehead. THE GLASSES ARE CLEAR!

"Well thats hard enough... I pick the left hand side cup" the cup I can see ther grape in.

He frowned and lifted the glass 'revealing' the 'hidden' grape and then slid the tickets across the table to me.

"OH YEAH, Freddie is going to be phsyced!" I happy danced with the tickets.

Carly entered the kitchen to further conclude the results of our bet. She took one look at the classes and grape and shook her head.

"Oh Gibby..."