Bitter
"Freddie," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Come on, man up, will you?"
"Sam, this is a serious injury!" Freddie said, holding his left hand gingerly in his right.
"Baby, it's a splinter."
"Yeah...but it hurts!" Freddie cringed.
"Okay, look, you've got three options," Sam sighed. "One, you act like a normal guy and pull the splinter out yourself. Two, you let me do it, or three, and this is my favorite, I go across the hall, tell your mom about your 'serious injury' and have her rush over here with her over-sized first aid kit."
"You wouldn't," Freddie said, narrowing his eyes.
"I'm waiting for your decision..."
"Alright, alright," Freddie said quickly. "I guess...you do it. But be gentle, okay Sam?"
"Relax I will," Sam said. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" Freddie exclaimed, jerking his hand back. "Maybe?"
"Calm down, I was kidding you nub," Sam snapped, grabbing his hand.
"I'll count to three," Freddie told her. "And then on three, pull it out very-ow!"
"There, gentle enough for you?" Sam smiled, throwing the splinter onto the floor.
"You didn't count!"
"Hey I got it, didn't I?"
"Yeah, I guess you did," Freddie grinned. "Thanks."
He leaned forward to kiss her, but when their lips were less than a centimeter apart, they were interrupted by Carly coming down the stairs.
"Hey, there's my favorite couple," she said brightly as Sam and Freddie reluctantly pulled away from each other. "What goes on?"
"Oh you know, the usual," Sam said. "Freddie got a splinter from touching Spencer's new sculpture and he was being a total whimp, so I had to take measures into my own hands..."
"I told Spencer using those wooden beams he found at the junkyard to make a sculpture wasn't a good idea," Carly sighed. "But hey, listen. Have you guys figured out what you're going to do for your one-year anniversary Saturday?"
"Um, we were thinking of just going out to dinner and seeing a movie," Sam shrugged.
"Yeah, why?" Freddie asked.
"Well," Carly smiled. "You remember back like four years ago when we went to that MMA fight and we met a bunch of the fighters? You know, before Spencer got knocked out."
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
"Well one of the fighters we met there, Nigel Thornsbush, just sent me an email," Carly told them. "He's going to be fighting in some big exhibition fight this Saturday night and he totally hooked us up with some tickets. How would you guys like to be spending your anniversary sitting ring side at one of the greatest fights ever? Or, at least that's what the website said, I don't really follow all these fights."
"Um, that'd be the most awesome thing ever!" Sam said. "Nigel can seriously get us tickets?"
"He's already sent them," Carly said.
"Holy chiz, baby, we have to go see that fight!" Sam said, turning to her boyfriend. "Please? Come on, it will be so much fun!"
"Hey, I like MMA fights," Freddie laughed. "I'm in. Plus, I'm eighteen now, which means my mom can fight all she wants, but she can't stop me from going."
"Yeah, and Spencer can't stop me from going either, since I'm eighteen too," Carly said happily. "Isn't that great?"
Sam and Freddie exchanged glances. "Um? You-You're going to be there with us?" Sam frowned.
"Yeah, Nigel sent us four tickets," Carly said. "So I was thinking me, you, Freddie and Gibby could go."
"The four of us?" Freddie asked skeptically. "On mine and Sam's anniversary?"
"Oh, don't worry," Carly chuckled, rolling her eyes. "The seats aren't next to each other. Two are in one row, and then the other two are behind them. You and Sam can sit together and me and Gibby will sit behind you, and you won't even know we're there!"
"Well...I guess that could work," Sam said slowly. She really did want to see this fight, after all.
"Yeah, I guess," Freddie nodded.
"Cool, I'll text Gibby and tell him the good news," Carly said, pulling out her pearphone. "This is going to be so much fun!"
...
"I can't believe we're actually here at the biggest fight of MMA history!" Sam said excitedly as her and Freddie took their seats. "This is going to be the best anniversary ever!"
"I know," Freddie smiled. "How much longer until the first fight starts?"
"About ten minutes," Sam replied. "Any ideas on what to do until then?"
"I've got a few," Freddie grinned, leaning close to her, ready to feel her lips on his...
"Hey, Sam, I'm confused," Carly said from behind them, poking her head between them, looking at the schedule for the fights. "Are the fighters going to fight every other fighter here? Or is it like a knock off thing?"
"They take the winner from each fight and set them up with a new opponent, Carly," Sam said, trying not yell at her best friend for just breaking up a perfectly good make-out moment with Freddie. "I've explained that to you a hundred times."
"Hey, are these numbers next to each of the fighters names their ages or their weights?" Gibby asked.
"Their weights, Gibby!" Freddie said, also bitter about being interrupted. "Do you really think there are any 250 year old fighters here?"
"Hey, I'm not a rocket scientist, you know!" Gibby defended.
Sam and Freddie turned back around.
"So," Freddie said, trying to get the interruption out of his head. "Where were we?"
"Right about here," Sam said, smiling as she leaned in again.
"Oh look! That guy's selling slushies!" Gibby said excitedly, shaking Freddie shoulder, once again breaking up a kiss.
"Well then go buy one!" Sam exclaimed.
"You know, I could go for a slushie," Carly said thoughtfully. "Hey, why don't I get us all some? My treat since it's Sam and Freddie's big night!"
"Er, thanks, Carls," Freddie said.
"Okay, I'll be right back," Carly said brightly, heading over to the smoothie guy.
"Hey, do you guys think it's too late for me to become an MMA fighter?" Gibby asked.
"Probably, you're all lumpy," Sam snapped.
"Hey! I'm all muscle!"
Freddie rolled his eyes. Normally, he would've tried to get Sam to ease up on her Gibby-directed insults, but, well, right now the only thing on his mind was the fact that he couldn't stop staring at Sam's untouched tips.
"Whatever," Sam said, turning back around. Freddie took her hand in his.
"I thought we weren't going to know they were here," he whispered to her.
"I know," Sam mumbled. "But maybe when Carly comes back with the slushies, I can talk to her and-"
"Alright, four slushies," Carly said, hurrying back to the seats with the drinks in her arms. "Sam, Freddie, here are-whoa!"
She had tripped on a puddle of Whaoo Punch that was pooled by Sam and Freddie's aisle, sending the slushies flying and landing right on the couple.
"I'm okay, I'm okay," Carly said, getting to her feet. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry you guys!"
"It's...fine," Freddie sighed, looking down at the pile of very cold slushie on his lap.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I want grape slushie in my hair," Sam said, struggling to keep from yelling.
"Still, I'm so sorry," Carly said. "Oh! You know, this would be a really cute Splashface picture though!"
"Um, yeah, hold that thought," Freddie said. "I-I'm just going to get some napkins from the concession stand...you want to come, Sam?"
"Yup," she said at once, getting out of her seat.
"Hey, can you see if they have those chocolate covered pretzels while you're there?" Gibby called after them.
"Well, this didn't turned out exactly as we planed, did it?" Freddie sighed. "Here we are, sticky beyond belief, our friends are being, well, irritating-"
"-And we haven't made out once!" Sam exclaimed.
"I know," he nodded. "But...we are alone now..."
"Yeah, we are!" Sam grinned. She wasted no time in throwing her arms around Freddie's neck and pulling him into a long passionate kiss.
Suddenly, there were loud cheers coming from the audience, and the couple broke apart.
"I think the fight's starting now," Freddie commented, looking down at the ring as two large fighters entered. "Want to go back to our seats? We may not exactly get the alone time we wanted tonight, but at least you can still see this fight you've been so excited about."
Sam looked down at the ring, in deep contemplation. "No," she said finally.
"What do you-"
"I-I'll catch the highlights of the fights on the Internet," Sam said. "Come on, let's get out of here."
"Did you really just pick spending time with me over an MMA fight?" Freddie asked, laughing.
"You're just lucky you're not as bad at kissing as one would think," Sam smirked.
...
"Man, we're lucky Spencer has his date with the fast food girl tonight," Freddie said as him and Sam let themselves into the Shay's empty apartment.
"Yeah, yeah, less talking, more kissing," Sam ordered, throwing her bag and jacket onto the floor.
"You got it, baby," Freddie chuckled.
Still attached at the lips, the couple found their way over to the sofa.
"You want me to go get some candles or something?" Freddie asked between kisses, letting his fingers run through Sam's sticky, yet still soft, curls. "To make this a bit more romantic? I think there's some in the iCarly studio we could-"
"No, come on, let's just make out," Sam mumbled against his lips.
"Yeah, this is so much better than a fight," Freddie said, breathing heavily.
The couple continued their make-out session for ten minutes, and they were still showing no signs of stopping. That is until they heard the front door of the apartment open.
Spencer, who was wearing his headphones, happily singing along to the music, walked.
"Let's go-oo to the mall-ah! What are you two doing? What-You're-Ah! My eyes! My eyes!"
"Spencer, we're-" Freddie started, but Spencer had already turned to run out of the apartment. He didn't get far, though, before his pants fell down and he tripped, hitting his head on the floor. "Ow!" he screamed from the hallway.
"Um, we should probably go check on him," Freddie said slowly.
"Or we can finish making out and then go see if he's okay?" Sam said.
"Sam..."
"I know, I know," she sighed, getting up.
The two ran out to the hall where Spencer was lying, in his boxers, moaning and clutching his head.
"Here," Freddie said, offering the man a hand. "You okay?"
"No!" Spencer said, taking Freddie's hand and getting to his feet. "Do you know how long it's going to take me to get those images out of my poor little head?"
"Dude, we were just making out," Sam pointed out.
"None of your back talk, missy!" Spencer said. "You do not sneak into people's apartments and make out! It's gross and icky and-" he let out a gasp. "My goldfish was in his bowl in the counter! How could you do all that in front of him?"
"Er, yeah, your fish died," Freddie told him. "Carly flushed it down the toilet a few hours ago."
"What? Goldilocks!"
"Why are you even home anyway," Sam asked, rolling her eyes. "Didn't you have a date with that lady from the fast food joint?"
"She canceled, thank you very much," Spencer said. "And just because you thought I wasn't going to be home doesn't mean you can break into my apartment and-and-smooch!"
"Look, we just wanted some time alone," Freddie said. "It's our one-year anniversary."
"Yeah, and I thought you were going to that big MMA fight," Spencer pointed out.
"We did," Sam said. "But Carly and Gibby kept interrupting us and they spilled slushies on us, so we left. And we couldn't go to Freddie's place, because his wacko mom's there, and my mom's at my house experimenting with her new Do-It-Yourself piercing kit!"
"What's she piercing?" Spencer frowned.
"You really want to know?"
"Um...no. Okay, I get that you want to have time to yourself," Spencer said, calming down a bit. "But I do not want to see it! I come into my apartment, ready for a nice bubble bath-I mean, shower, and instead find...you guys...sucking face!"
"Spencer, we're sorry-" Freddie started.
"But," Spencer continued. "I guess since it's your one-year anniversary...Alright, I'll go down to the Groovy Smoothie and hang out with T-Bo for a little and you guys can get back to your activity."
"Wow, thanks, Spence," Sam said.
"But!" Spencer said firmly. "I'm not going to tell you when I'm coming back, so you two make sure that what I was forced to walk in on is as far as it goes, you got it?"
"Yeah, thanks a lot, Spencer," Freddie nodded. "We really owe you one."
"Yeah, maybe one of these days we'll pay you back for all the food we eat here," Sam grinned.
"Like that will ever happened," Spencer said, rolling his eyes. "Okay, I'll see you guys, and remember! I can be back at any minute!"
"Um, Spence?" Freddie said as Spencer turned to go downstairs. "If you're gonna go to the Groovy Smoothie, you might want to pull up your pants..."
"Oh, right," Spencer said quickly, yanking his jeans up.
...
AN-So...anybody know what song Spencer was singing as he was walking into the apartment? Shout-outs to anybody who does
