AN- I've loved writing all these requests! Please feel free to keep them coming. Also, a couple of people have asked for sequels for certain chapters. I'm happy to write those, but to keep things fair, they'll still be posted in the order I receive the request, meaning that the sequel chapter might not be up until two or three chapters later. I hope this is okay. I'll make note of the fact that the chapter is a sequel to try and avoid any confusion.
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"So let me get this straight," Carly frowned. "It's 107 degrees outside?"
"Um, that's correct," Spencer nodded.
"So you proceed to turn our air conditioner on full blast, plus plug in a dozen fans all around the apartment, knowing that Seattle's famous for its mid-summer power outages?"
"I, er, suppose so."
"So here we are, an hour later," Carly continued. "No power and stuck in a hot, sweaty apartment all because you didn't listen to me and keep the air conditioner on its normal level and just plug in one fan?"
"I was hot, okay?" Spencer exclaimed.
"Ugh, why does Seattle always get random heat waves?" Carly moaned, fanning herself with a magazine as she slumped down on the couch.
"Hey," Sam said as her and Freddie let themselves into the apartment.
"Power out here too?" Freddie asked.
"No, we're choosing to sit here in the heat with no lights or air conditioning," Carly snapped.
"Wow, she gets testy in the heat," Sam commented, heading over to the Shay's fridge. "You guys have any frozen pizzas left?"
"No," Carly said. She turned to Freddie. "Sorry for yelling at you; I'm just not good with heat."
"It's cool," Freddie said.
"I'm taking it the power's out at Sam's place too?" Carly asked.
"Yup," Freddie nodded. "So her mom's taking this opportunity to show off her entire bikini collection."
"We ran over here as soon as the fashion show began," Sam shuddered.
"Does Spencer still have that fancy Norwegian air conditioner?" Freddie asked.
"Nah, he traded it at the junk yard for an old tire swing and cuckoo clock," Carly said.
"It was worth it," Spencer said, coming back into the room. "Now I've got a comfy swing in my room and half a cuckoo clock in the bathroom."
"Half?" Freddie frowned.
"I, um, had an incident with a hobo on my way home with it," Spencer mumbled. "I don't like to talk about it."
"You know, this is ridiculous," Carly said, sitting up. "If I'm going to be dying of heat stroke, I might as well be doing something productive while I do it, like working on my tan or drooling over hot guys; why don't we go to the beach?"
"I'm up for it," Sam nodded. "But Carls, let's be honest, you could sit out in the sun all day and not get any tanner."
"Thanks," Carly laughed.
"I'd be down for a day at the beach," Freddie nodded. "Waves, sand…Sam in a bikini…"
"And what if I don't wear a bikini?" Sam asked him playfully.
"Then it's basically just a trip to a place with a pile of gross, burning hot sand and disgusting salt water," Freddie said.
"Aw, you guys are adorable," Carly grinned. She turned to her brother. "You want to drive us?"
"Yeah, sure, I could practice my surfing," he nodded.
"Since when do you surf?" Sam asked, amused.
"Since I met this girl at the surf store in the mall while I was buying a bathing suit," Spencer replied.
"So you lied to her?" Carly asked.
"Excuse me, but you did not see how hot she was," Spencer said. "I would've told her I was the president of the United Kingdom."
"Actually, the UK doesn't have a democracy," Freddie pointed out. "So they would've have a president."
"Well thank you so much for that," Spencer snapped.
"Whatever, let's just go get changed," Carly laughed. "The sooner we get out of the apartment, the better."
…
"Alright, I've scoped out three hot boys," Carly said to Sam as the four began to lay out their beach towels. Or rather, Carly, Sam and Freddie began to lay out their towels; Spencer had thrown down his stuff in a messy pile and darted straight for the ocean with his surfboard.
"Nice, what are their ratings?" Sam asked.
"I'm putting them at a 54, 72, and 90," Carly said.
"A 90?" Sam exclaimed. "We've never seen someone over an 82! Where is he?"
"Right there, the guy in the blue and white bathing suit!"
"You rate guys?" Freddie frowned.
"It's actually a very effective system," Carly said. "See over the years, Sam and I have perfected a fool-proof scale."
"There's ten 10-point categories," Sam explained. "Hair, eyes, body-"
"Okay, okay, I got it," Freddie nodded. "You know, if a guy started handing out ratings to girls, he would be considered the biggest jerk in history."
"Well, yeah," Carly said. "I mean what kind of guy would do that?"
"It's totally insulting," Sam agreed.
"That's so- never mind," Freddie sighed.
"Okay, I think I'll start at the 54," Carly said, pulling off her sundress to reveal her pink and white striped bikini. "Then I'll work my way over to the 90."
"Have fun," Sam told her, sitting down on her towel next to Freddie.
"Hey, what am I?" Freddie asked Sam.
"What?"
"You know, what's my rating?"
"You don't have one," Sam smirked.
"What do you mean I don't have one? You'll rate total strangers but you won't rate your own boyfriend."
"That's right," she grinned. "Besides, it wouldn't work; the scale doesn't go down to the negatives."
"Oh ha, ha," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.
"Relax, I'm kidding," Sam told him, standing up. "You wouldn't get a negative rating…probably. Now come on, let's go into the ocean."
She pulled off her tank top and shorts, showing her dark blue bikini.
"Wow," Freddie said, staring at her.
"I'll take that as a compliment?" Sam said.
"Definitely," Freddie nodded. "You look so…wow."
"You need to learn some better adjectives, nub," Sam laughed. "Now come on, I want to swim!"
"Okay, I'm coming," Freddie said, standing up. He pulled off his own shirt.
Now it was Sam's turn to stare. She had enough trouble not staring at Freddie's large muscles when he wore short-sleeved shirts, now that he was completely shirtless…it was all she could do to stop herself from running over to him and run her fingers all over his muscles.
"Impressed?" Freddie asked, grinning as he noticed Sam staring.
"You had a bug on you," Sam said quickly.
"Uh-huh," he smiled knowingly. "Come on, let's go to ocean."
The couple ran into the ocean, stopping when they were about waist deep.
"Don't you feel refreshed?" Freddie asked, feeling the cool water wash over his hot skin. "After spending all day dealing with broken air conditioners and insane temperatures?"
"Yeah, I do," Sam nodded. "And you know what, baby? I bet this will help you even more."
She pushed down on Freddie's shoulder's dunking her boyfriend's head in the water.
"Sam!" Freddie exclaimed, coming up dripping wet and sputtering. "What was that for?"
"My amusement," she grinned.
"Yeah? Well, this is for mine," Freddie said, dunking Sam.
"You're dead!" Sam said loudly when she came up.
"Am I?" Freddie asked, cocking his head to the side playfully.
"Uh-huh, you are," Sam nodded. "After this."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and put her lips on his. Freddie eagerly responded by pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
"Hey!"
The couple broke apart and Saw Spencer, paddling behind them on his surfboard.
"What?" Freddie asked, slightly annoyed that he had been interrupted so soon in this make-out session.
"This is a public beach!" Spencer exclaimed. "Not some romantic teeny bop movie; keep you saliva to yourself! There are children here!"
"So we're not allowed to kiss, but you can sit out here shirtless?" Sam asked. "I mean, if I were a little kid, I'd be more scared by that than seeing Fredork and I kissing."
"Well!" Spencer huffed as he paddled away.
"I'm hungry," Sam said as they watched Spencer attempt to standup on his surfboard (though he wound up flat in the water about five seconds later). "Let's go to the snack stand."
"We just got in," Freddie pointed out.
"And now I want a snow cone," Sam said. "Come on."
Freddie, shaking his head smiling as Sam pulled him out, stopped off at his towel to grab his wallet and then followed Sam to the snack stand.
"Alright, I'll buy you a snow cone," Freddie said, pulling out a few bills from his wallet.
"A snow cone?" Sam frowned.
"How about a snow cone in every flavor then?" Freddie chuckled.
"There you go," Sam said happily.
Freddie purchased the snow cones (totaling to fourteen) and the couple carried them back to their towels. Carly was still busy flirting and Spencer had abandoned his surfboarding attempts and was now busying himself by working on a sandcastle.
"How are they?" Freddie asked as Sam licked the red and blue snow cones.
"Amazing," Sam said, slurping the syrup out of the purple one now. "You want some?"
"Am I hearing that correctly?" Freddie laughed. "Is Sam Puckett offering to share food with me?"
"Well I guess if you don't want any," Sam shrugged. "I'll eat them all myself…"
"I'm kidding, give me a lick," Freddie said, leaning over to take a lick of the green snow cone Sam was now starting.
"How is it?"
"Pretty good," Freddie nodded. "A little high in sugar though, don't you think?"
"Aw baby, your mom really has corrupted your mind," Sam said. She laid back on her towel, still slurping up her snow cones.
"Ready to head back to the ocean?" Freddie asked.
"Nah, I've got to work on my tan. Besides, I don't have enough energy to walk all the way back there."
"Fine, but if you're going to just sit out in the sun, you really should but some sunscreen on," he told her, pulling out a bottle from his bag.
"You nub, that would just make sure I don't get a tan," Sam scoffed.
"You're going to get burnt then," Freddie warned her.
"No I won't," Sam said lazily, closing her eyes.
"Yeah you will," Freddie persisted. "You're face is already getting a little red. And you know, in this heat, you could get sunburned so badly it could be classified as a second-degree burn. And that can lead to early wrinkles, increased risk for skin cancer, not to mention all of the gross peeling you'll be going through in a few days, and-"
"Okay, give it to me!" Sam exclaimed, grabbing the sunscreen from Freddie. "It's worth slopping this stuff on just to get you to shut up."
"Thank you, Princess," Freddie said, satisfied.
Already wearing a layer of sunscreen, he laid back on his towel as well. "Think the air's working back home?"
"I hope so," Sam said, finishing applying the sunscreen and flopping herself back down. "You know how difficult it'll be to sleep if it's not?"
"I know," Freddie agreed. "But hey, think of the bright side; at least we got to have a nice beach day today."
"I guess," Sam mumbled sleepily. "Man, I need a nap."
"You were just going on about how hard it is to sleep in the heat!"
"That's at night in bed," Sam pointed out.
"Whatever you say," he laughed.
The couple lay silently for several minutes. Freddie assumed Sam had drifted off to sleep, so he absentmindedly played with the corner of his towel.
"You really want to know it?"
"What?" Freddie asked, turning to Sam, who was facing him.
"You really want to know your rating from that scale me and Carly have?"
"I thought you said I didn't have one," Freddie said.
"Carly made me give you one when I slept over a couple months ago," she admitted. "I made her swear never to repeat it, though. So you want to know it or not?"
"Yeah, sure," he nodded. "I think…I'm not really negative, am I?"
"You think I'd have stuck around for this long if you were?" she grinned.
"Okay, so what is it then?" he asked.
"91."
"91…" he repeated thoughtfully. "Wow, that's a lot higher up than I thought."
"Well, all the food you've bought me helped you a lot," Sam told him.
"Knew there was a reason I was doing that," he chuckled. "Wait…so where do I lose those nine points?"
"Oh, I dunno," Sam shrugged. "You're kind of obsessive about things, plus you spend too much time talking about computers and chiz."
"Fair enough, I guess," he smiled.
Soon the sky began to darken and the crowded beach began to clear out.
"Well," Carly said, sitting down at the end of Sam's towel. "I talked to the 90."
"And?" Sam asked.
"I'm bringing him down to a 45."
"What? You cut his rating in half? Why?"
"Because the whole time I was talking to him he kept calling me Carla," she sighed. "Ordinarily, I would've been fine with that, seeing as how hot he was, but it turns out he's kind of a whimp. I mean, he was too afraid of sharks to go in the ocean, he wouldn't walk on the boardwalk because he didn't want to risk getting splinters, and he kept lecturing me on the dangers of seaweed. I did talk to the 54 a lot though, and I got his number. He's really great. I think he liked me!"
"Good work, kid," Sam smiled.
"We should probably be getting home now," Carly said. "Where's Spencer?"
"He's coming over now," Sam said, as Spencer, very sandy from constructing his sand castle all afternoon approached the teens.
"What happened to surfing?" Carly asked her brother as everyone began to gather up their belongings.
"Surfing shmurfing," Spencer said. "Did you see that sand castle I made? It's got two bedrooms and a moat!"
"You probably should've built it further from the tide," Freddie said. "It's getting washed away right now."
"What do you-No!" Spencer cried.
"Come on," Sam said, shaking her head in. "Let's go."
"So," Carly said as they walked back to the car, Spencer still whimpering over his sand castle. "What did you two do this afternoon?"
"Oh you know, swam, ate, sat in the sun," Freddie replied. "And I found out my rating."
"Really, you told him?" Carly asked Sam.
"Yeah," she nodded.
"I told you it was no big deal," Carly smiled. "So you gave your boyfriend a perfect rating, so what? If I had a boyfriend I would've given him the same."
"Carly!" Sam exclaimed.
"What?"
"A perfect rating?" Freddie repeated, grinning cockily.
"Thanks a lot, Carls," Sam mumbled.
"Well how was I supposed to know you told him a fake rating?" she frowned. She pulled out her phone. "I'm going to text Mr.54…"
"So I'm a 100?" Freddie asked, still smiling.
"It's only because I'd look bad dating anything less," Sam said, her cheeks flushing red.. "Don't flatter yourself."
