iWork For Spencer
Hey guys! Thank you so very much for the reviews! I think I found a song that fits this story perfectly. It is pretty funny, I found out about it while pushing carts. Who knew that being a courtesy clerk could help inspire part of this story. However, I have not figured where to fit it in the story. Oh well….I hope you enjoy Ch 21!
Ch 21
iNeed One More
Freddie Benson was peacefully watching TV at the Shay's apartment. He was bored. He kept changing channels and nothing seemed to appeal to him. He thought that watching TV here would be interesting, but today there was nothing, zilch, nada. The day was moving ever more slowly as it progressed. Seconds became days, minutes became months, hours became years.
"Boy," Freddie said to himself, "where is Sam when you need her?"
Freddie quickly rebuked himself for his words. He may be bored, but the last thing he wanted was unnecessary torture. Even if that would help him get out of being bored, giving in to self inflicted pain was just not the sane way to handle the dullness of the day. Freddie turned off the TV. Nothing was on, so why should he continue watching? In fact, he couldn't even remember why he was at the Shay's to begin with. He figured it must be a habit. He sat for on the couch for a moment, he felt his eyes grow heavy, and suddenly darkness fully overtook him.
Sam walked into the Shay's for some free food. She knew Carly was working at the Groovy Smoothie, so it could be possible that Carly might blame Spencer for items disappearing in the Shay's fridge. Sam visited Carly at the Groovy Smoothie not long before, got a smoothie, and told her friend that she was going to be at home all day to help her mom with making the cat get a job, Carly bought Sam's little fib based on the fact that Sam's mom is just a bit crazy. Sam, however, decided she was hungry and not to spend money. Her mom wasn't going to feed her, so naturally Sam would get food from the Shay's. Besides, Spencer did tell her that she was welcome to come over at anytime. An extremely bad move on Spencer's part, but are you going to do, right? Sam saw the very person she did not want to see today on the couch asleep. If it weren't for the fact that she could see Freddie's chest moving up and down she would swear that the nub had died on the couch. This is because Freddie movements are soft and slow. In fact, they are so slow you could barely tell he was breathing. You could barely even see his chest move unless you looked hard enough. Though Sam hated the boy with a passion, she couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief. She had seen Freddie sleep before, but this was just scary. However, the only reason it was scary is because she had never seen Freddie asleep in the light before. She has only seen him sleep in the dark, so she wouldn't be able to see his chest move. A smile grew across Sam's face. She couldn't let an opportunity like this to just fly by. Sam went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
"No whipped cream?" Sam asked, "Well what else do you have? Just ketchup and mustard. Why am I not surprised?"
Sam looked at the two bottles for a moment.
"Oh well," Sam said, "Looks like I'm using ketchup and mustard."
Sam, being how she is, put ketchup and mustard in both of his hands.
Now, Sam thought to herself as she turned around a moment to observe her surroundings, where do I find something to tickle him with?
Just then, she felt two slimy hands smeared on her cheeks and Sam screamed. Sam turned around to see Freddie behind her with an amused smile on his face.
"Well that was fun," Freddie said.
"Yes," Sam said as she wiped the red and yellow muck off her face, "and so is this."
Sam smeared the muck that was on her face on Freddie's. Then she pinned him to the floor, took his hands and wiped whatever remained of it on Freddie's face.
"It was very fun," Sam said as she got off of him.
Freddie got up and went to go get a napkin. Well he had to get three napkins.
"When did you wake up?" Sam asked him.
"When you put food flavoring in my hands," Freddie said, "I am glad I opened my eyes when you were turned around. That could have ended a lot worse for me if you found out I was awake."
"Consider yourself lucky, Nub," Sam said.
"Yeah," Freddie said, "I know."
"How long have you been asleep?" Sam asked.
"What time is it?" Freddie asked in return.
"Four," Sam said.
"About two hours then," Freddie said, "and if it's four, then Spencer should come through that door any moment now."
"How do you know?" Sam asked.
"Spencer told me he would be back after four," Freddie said.
Five minutes later, Spencer did walk through the door. When he saw Sam and Freddie his face broke into a large smile. He wanted to see them.
"SAM! FREDDIE!" Spencer cried.
The two teens jumped at Spencer's loud voice. Spencer ran over to them.
"Guys," Spencer said, "I need you to make one more sculpture for me."
"What!" the two exclaimed.
"I-need-you-two-to-make-one-more-sculp-ture-for-me," Spencer said, pronouncing each syllable slowly for them.
"We know what you said," Freddie said, "We were exclaiming, not asking."
"Oh," Spencer said, "Well then, um, I think we all get the message then."
"No chiz," Sam said.
"Okay then," Spencer said, "carry on."
Spencer ran into his room to do whatever Spencer does. Freddie groaned.
"You're not the only one who is tired of working with each other on these stupid sculptures, Benson," Sam snapped.
"I know," Freddie said.
What will they make this time? I have no idea, yet. However, with your help, we can bring this story to a happy ending. All you need to do is give one review for this chapter to me, Omnistar, also known as the author who does not quiet have a review for this chapter yet. Please, think of the children…(Tear). Seriously though, read and review. Also, read and review iHistory by Self Proclaim KoC and also iKnew it and iTherapy Box Again by Mari13ssa!