Note: If you get the hidden reference herein, you and I should probably be very good friends. I'll give you one sorta clue, it's not a reference to my fics….
I made a few mild changes to the first two chapters, but you don't have go back and reread them (except, of course, for the pure joy of that). I decided it would be less confusing if in the parts of the story that don't correspond to specific eps, I just said where we were in relation to some of the key "Seddie" episodes like iKiss. And as a matter of fact this chapter is...
After iKiss
"What, then, does poetry mean?" The teacher asked. Sam looked at her coldly. How the hell was she supposed to know? She had been shoved into this class and told she had to get at least a passing grade if she wanted to remain in school. Tempting as the alternative was, she knew she did. Carly was at school. Carly and...no, just Carly. The boy meant nothing to her, worse, she hated him just as much as he hated her. They'd sworn that would be the case when…
She remembered something and a little piece inside of her melted before she could blast it with an internal freeze ray.
Now the teacher was handing out papers and telling everyone they were to choose one of the lines written on the board and use it as the inspiration, or at least starting point, of a poem. The lines were:
Two strong arms,
Blessings;
Sins and false alarms
Well, she certainly didn't feel blessed., didn't wholly believe in sin, and the only false alarms she cared about were the ones she set off to get out of school early. Two strong arms, though... that she could work with.
iMake Sam Girlier
When Sam rushed screaming at Jocelyn and knocked her down, Freddie's reaction to it surprised him. He thought:
This is so hot. And not just because I can almost see up her skirt.
Mentally he slapped himself and as he and Carly and the other customers at Groovy Smoothie watched and cheered Sam on, he conducted an internal investigation of his feelings.
This is the girl who just days ago slapped a paper bag on your head and put you down to drag you across the floor feet first. She's...she's incredibly cool. But she is not hot. Carly is hot, and demure, and gentle and she doesn't scare you and, and...and…
Sam's lips are soft, a very small voice said inside him.
Yeah, but the effect they had on part of your body was not, said a bigger voice.
Hoping to stop himself from thinking about that, and the path he seemed to be heading down, he started cheering again. Unfortunately it didn't do much to distract him because what came out was
"You got her, baby!"
Baby?
Where the hell did that come from?
God I hope no one heard that. As it seemed, no one had.
Stop thinking about it! The little voice begged the big one.
OK, I'll let you stop thinking about it if you admit something.
What? It was weird to be suspicious of what was, after all, really only himself, but that's how he felt.
You like her better when she's Sam and not Samantha the straight-haired daffodil. That's the girl you admitted you think of as a good friend, no matter how many ways she causes you pain, or how much.
Well…
Well?
...yeah.
See? Now how hard was that? Here, I'll let you stop thinking about Sam having to readjust her clothes after getting them so disheveled, and roughed up, and maybe torn, and…
You bastard.
Thanks for reading and I'll see you in the next chapter...