AN: Remember how I told you my laptop is severly broken? That's what's slowing down the updates. SORRY! I should be getting a new one soon.
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Lecture
Sam's POV
"Do not hit anyone," Carly says completely serious, "Don't just take food off the counters, please try to keep the insults to yourself, wait until a second helping is served if it's good food, don't spit it out, even if it taste like poo, do not make fun of Freddie like you do here, and most importantly, please remember to use your utensils."
I roll my eyes at Carly's rant, "Are you seriously giving me a lecture Carly?"
"Yes!" Carly exclaims are her front door opens and Freddie enter the apartment.
"Freddie," I complain, "Carly's lecturing me and it's all your fault,"
"All my fault..." He asks, "How so?
"Yes, your fault. And because you're family is the one having the stupid party and you're the one who's making me go!" I yell.
Freddie laughs, "Okay, fair enough, I accept all blame and responsibility for the food fight that will probably occur," he turns to Carly for a moment, "Thanks for trying anyway Carls," then looks back at me, "Okay, Sam, I just have to go grab some stuff my mom wants me to bring out to the car and then will go, meet me in the hall in like two minutes?" I nod and Freddie leaves the apartment.
"Sam, will you please try and be on your best behaviour?" Carly begs, "If not for me... for Freddie?"
I sigh and nod, "Alright, I promise not to start any food fights, but if anyone tries to make me eat tofu, they're going down."
Carly lets out a sigh of her own, but gives me a quick goodbye hug anyway.
I stretch as we pull into one of the streets of the suburbs of Tacoma, and I get out of Freddie's mother's car. I lean back wincing as I hear my spine creak and crack a couple of times. Freddie grins at me, and says, "Ready to meet my family?"
"Not at all," I answer.
But they all come out the front door anyway and rushing over to hug Mrs. Benson and then to pinch Freddie's cheek and gesture towards me, "And who's this young lady?"
"That's Samantha, Freddie's girlfriend," Mrs. Benson replies pursing her lips.
I grit my teeth and say as politely as I can manage, "I prefer Sam,"
Freddie grins at me and then starts to introduce me, "This is my aunt Jennifer and Uncle Roger," he says motioning to a sickeningly cute married couple. "And this is my cousin Amanda," there a girl a few years older than us is snapping gum loudly and her greasy hair is up in pigtails and she has cokebottle glasses that keep sliding down her nose. She's also wearing close that are extremely inappropriate for a family get together, a tube top, boots that go up to her thighs and a mini skirt that would be better classified as a belt. I'm still staring at Amanda trying to hide my disgust as Freddie introduces another aunt and I miss her name.
I stare at him questioningly and he whispers, "The one with the rash," and I remember then and have to bite my tongue to stop myself from asking if it's still spreading. Then finally Freddie says, "And of course you remember Stephanie, although she might not remember you,"
The baby-turned-toddler who now has hair the same shade as Freddie's smiles widely at him, and tugs at the hem of his shirt, "Who's that?" she asks pointing at me.
Freddie starts to answer her when the three year old cuts across him, " She's so pretty! Is she a princess?"
Laughing Freddie nods, "Yes, she is, Stephanie, that's Princess Puckett,"
"Hi!" Stephanie says excitedly, "I've never met a real princess before!"
In all the overwhelming chaos of meeting Freddie's extended family, I never expected this little girl to attach herself to me, but I'm not going to lie, I've had experience with kids, and they haven't been bad at all. Kids seem to like me, and I don't know why, so I smile down at Stephanie, who is already my favorite member of the Benson family and say, "Hi Stephanie,"
"If you're a princess is Freddie prince charming?" She asks.
I snort a little, and reply, "Well, he tries to be,"
As we all crowd around the table I try to remember the lecture Carly had given to me, about proper dinner table manners. I can't, and so instead I turn to look at Stephanie who had insisted on seating herself between me and Freddie.
She's been going on and on, and I can't really say I've been paying that much attention to her, just trying to quietly sip my soda (it's a special occasion so Mrs. Benson is even allowing Freddie to have some).
"Do you have a unicorn?" Stephanie asks.
"Of course I do," I reply instantly, "What kind of princess would I be if I didn't have a unicorn?"
"A lame one!" Stephanie replies which causes me to clap a hand over my mouth so I don't spit soda all over the table and Freddie to look wide-eyed at his little cousin, but thankfully no one else has overheard her.
"What's your unicorns name?" the little girl asks, pushing the vegetables around on her plate, until someone reminds her to eat her veggies and she takes a few small bites.
"Mason." I reply before politely declining more vegetables, and trying to fill the gap in my stomach with more Peppy Cola.
"My unicorn's name is Peggy," Stephanie continues to chatter about her unicorn as I drain my glass, and then let out a loud burp. Everyone's head turns towards me and I mumble an "Excuse me," before they all go back to their meals.
Except for Stephanie, she's staring at me in awe. "I didn't know that princesses could burp!"
I start to laugh at that, "Everyone burps Stephanie... even princesses,"
Freddie cuts across me this time, "But princesses have the best manners so they always excuse themselves after they burp,"
Just before we're about to climb back into the car, Stephanie launches herself into Freddie's arms for a big hug and says, "Thanks for the princess!"
Freddie laughs, gives her a big squeeze then puts her on the ground gently. She then runs over to me and grabs onto my legs tightly, "Byeeee, Princess Puckett, come back soon!"
"Bye Stephanie," I say as a smile spreads across my face, it's hard not to love this kid.
Freddie's mom gets into the driver's seat and we both climb into the back seat. "I had no idea you were so amazing with kids," Freddie whispers, as his mother concentrates on safely entering the freeway.
"Yeah, I'm just full of surprises," I say reaching over to grab Freddie's hand and intertwining my fingers with him.
"Steph's going to want to see you every time we visit now, you know?" Freddie says with a slight smirk.
"Well, she might be worth it," I shrug,
"Oh yeah?" Freddie says.
I keep my voice low so only Freddie can hear me, "Yeah, she's my favorite Benson," the look on Freddie's face, torn between insulted (because he's not my favorite) and adoring (because I'm actually admitting that I like a Benson) is priceless.
AN: HOPE YOU LIKED IT! R&R!
PS: I got most of my info about Freddie's family off the iCarly wiki, but also some of it came from my imagination.
