A/N: OVER 150 reviews I can hardly believe it, thank you guys for supporting me and reading! I actually love this chapter. It involves Spencer, sculpting and Seddie. Hope you enjoy.
Sculpture
Freddie's POV
I only knocked once on the Shay's door, before letting myself in, and finding myself face with Spencer Shay. "Your text said you needed help with your sculpture, what sort of help?" I asked cautiously.
"Nothing dangerous," Spencer promised, "I just need you to pose,"
"Oh," I sighed in relief, "I suppose I can do that, Carly still in Yakima this weekend?"
Spencer nodded, seemingly a bit distracted as he gathered the materials he needed for his sculpture, and he kept glancing at the door.
"Spence, are you waiting for someone else?" I asked.
"Uh… yeah," Spencer answered quickly, "Need two people for this sculpture."
"Two people?" I asked worriedly, "What sort of sculpture is this for?"
"For a love exhibit in a real museum, they liked my weird stuff but they wanted some human romancey weird stuff," Spencer explained hurriedly, his eyes still glued to the door.
"Romancey?" I questioned with a laugh.
Then the door swung open violently and a pile of blonde curls rushed in, she waved hello to Spencer, then saw me and stopped dead in her tracks.
Sam's POV
I burst into the Shay's apartment; Spencer had promised bacon breakfasts for a month if I helped him out again. But he had failed to mention that I wouldn't be the only one posing for this weird-romance sculpture, and he definitely failed to mention that the other person would be none other than Fredward Benson.
So, when I waved to Spencer, then turned intending to head into the kitchen for a pre-posing snack and caught sight of Freddie, with wide eyes and an open mouth it made me stop. I drew myself up to my full height (yeah, like that does much in a room with Freddie and Spencer) and growled, "No way is this happening."
Freddie nodded in agreement, than stopped, "Wait- why not?"
Beccause for some unknown reason, I'm have a huge crush on you, I thought, "Because you're a nub," is what I said.
"C'mon Sam," Spencer begged, "Please,"
I groaned, Spencer was one of my most favorite people in the world (and I hate people so that should say something) and since he did let me pretty much over take his house on a daily basis I sighed and said, "It better be foreign bacon."
Spencer's POV
"So…" Freddie started, "What do you…"
"Need us to do?" Sam finished. And I blinked rapidly, wondering if they are even aware that they finish each other's sentences.
"Well, the sculpture wanted me to focus on a love-hate relationship," I explained, though I don't add, and you two were the first people who came to mind.
"Well, at least the hate part will be true," Sam muttered crossing her arms, and Freddie stuck his tongue out at her. It was oddly adorable.
"So, they're going to be two poses, one hate, and one love," I continued, "The hate one will look… kinda of like you guys now," I laughed, "The love one will be a little different, are you guys going to be okay with that? It may be kind of uncomfortable."
Freddie glanced at Sam, and she stared back at him, then Sam following only a fraction of a second after Freddie they both nodded. "Let's start with the hate," I suggested.
"So, what do you want us to do?" Freddie asked.
"Um…" I closed my eyes and thought about all the times I had seen Sam and Freddie fight, and I move closer to the pair of teens. I gently tug Freddie and place him where I want him. "Okay, Freddie, stand with your feet apart, arms thrown out to the sides," Freddie obediently places his arms out to his sides, and I adjust them accordingly, "Now, Sam, " I motioned for her to take a few steps closer, because I had learned from experience, don't touch Sam, I stepped back a little. "Take one more step closer Sam, and cross your arms," she did what she was told shooting me a venomous glare, "and glare at Freddie just like that, Freddie look like you just don't understand why Sam is mad at you,"
"Easy enough," Freddie muttered, and Sam's glare became more serious, as Freddie donned a look of incomprehension.
"Perfect, now don't move." I ordered.
Sam's POV
"Before we officially start," I turned my body away from Freddie and back to Spencer who let out an audible whine, "You're not going to sculpt a fish again are you?"
Freddie raised his eyebrows questioningly, and Spencer groaned, "No, it'll really be you this time, now get back to hating Freddie!"
I'm about to shout don't tell me what to do, when I realize that Spencer just wanted me to get back into the pose, so I do, albeit a little reluctantly.
"Now don't move!" Spencer exclaimed, gathering his stuff to make the sculpture.
I returned my gaze to Freddie and settled into a glare, this part was easy, and it felt normal.
Freddie's POV
This was easy; this was a normal day for me and Sam. Her glaring at me, and me being supremely confused, wondering what I did to make her so pissed off.
"You guys are brilliant at this," Spencer mused, before sticking his hand back into the bucket of… something, and adding more to the sculpture.
Neither Sam nor I broke the pose, our intent focus was only on each other, and Sam's glare was so powerful I wondered if she was really mad at me, and why. It was as if Spencer wasn't even here, just me and Sam, and no Carly to settle the fight we would have been about to have.
Spencer's POV
Samm and Freddie have been so unbelievably still, that I finished the first part of the sculpture in no time. Then I check to make sure they're both still breathing and that they haven't actually frozen in spot before I call out to them "Okay, five minute break, then we'll start part two?" I half-asked, on my way to my bathroom (I really had to pee).
I come back from my bathroom break, to find Sam at the counter gnawing on a chicken leg and sort of gazing at Freddie, and Freddie sitting in front of the computer, typing rapidly, and not even noticing Sam. Oh, that's a little heartbreaking to watch. "Yo, Freddie," I called.
"Yeah, Spencer?" he acknowledged me.
"Come help me drag the bench out of my room," I told him, "It's important for the next part,"
He nodded and followed me into the room looking at the bench I built suspiciously, "Spence, did you make this?" he asked.
I nodded excitedly, and we each grabbed an end and walked back out towards the living room, "Yeah, isn't it awesome?" and it was, it would've been just a normal looking bench, but after I had built it, I noted that it was too boring, and I had splatter-painted it.
Freddie's POV
"Yeah, but is it safe?" I asked, as we placed the bench down in front of Spencer's sculpting materials.
Spencer shrugged, "No one has sat on it yet, the paint wasn't dry until this morning," he said cheerfully.
"Of course," I muttered, "So… I'll be the first one then?" I poked at the bench and watched it wiggle a little fearfully.
"Well, you and Sam of course," Spencer said.
"Will this thing even hold both of us?" I asked incredulously, and then clamped a hand over my mouth as I realized what I had just unintentionally done.
Sam's eyes narrowed as she approached me and she glared, "Excuse me?" she growled.
Sam's POV
"Sam! I didn't mean it!" I watched as Freddie became more and more flustered, I had to admit this was kind of hilarious. "I just meant that Spencer's not always known for building the most safe structures!" he lifted his arms to shield himself from what I might do to him.
Spencer cried a hurt, "Hey!" but Freddie was still trying to appease me, backing away one step at a time.
Finally I cracked a grin, the look on Fredweird's incredibly red face was so hilarious I couldn't help it, "Oh relax, Benson," I said, flopping onto the bench which shook a little but didn't collapse, "If Spencer made it; it's more likely to catch fire than collapse."
Spencer nodded, and Freddie sighed, sitting down cautiously on the edge of the opposite end of the bench. "Are you guys ready now?" Spencer asked when the bench did not catch fire or collapse.
"Yeah," Freddork and I said at the same time.
"Now Sam, scoot close to Freddie," I moved forward inch by inch, until Spencer said, "Stop! Sam put your hands behind you on either side, to support yourself," I stopped listening as Freddie was given instructions by Spencer and suddenly this position with Freddie this close to me, was incredibly familiar, so familiar that I could have guessed Spencer's next words.
"Freddie, lean,"
Freddie's POV
I let out a silent gasp at Spencer directions, before doing as I was told, my right hand resting comfortably on my thigh, half-closing my eyes and titling my head slightly to the left. Sam did the same, and just before we closed the space between our lips, Spencer shouted, "Stop! Perfect, have you guys done this before?"
His question jolted me out of my position for a second, before I heard Sam whisper, "You have no idea,"
Spencer really couldn't have known, I mean he probably knew we kissed because Carly is not a good secret keeper, but since neither Sam nor I shared any details about the kiss it was impossible for him to know that this is almost exactly how it played out.
"Now, stay like that, and love each other," Spencer said, happily reaching for his supplies.
"You mean, pretend to love each other," I corrected as my heart beat faster and Sam twitched as a hint of a frown appeared on her face, but as quickly as it appeared it was gone.
Spencer POV
Sam was my baby sister's best friend, and practically my baby sister herself, so I didn't miss the second of hurt that flicked across her face. Hmmm, so one of them has finally realized she's in love. It's funny; I always thought Freddie would come to his senses first and see that he was head over heels for the blonde girl who loved to torture him.
"Yeah sure, pretend you love each other," I repeated, drawing out the pretend almost sarcastically, and thinking, just like you pretend you hate each other.
A/N; 1,765 words, that's sort of long, but there's lots of dialogue, and I think some good funny moments too. I really hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.