AN-Hey, I'm sorry if I skipped someone's request. I try my best to keep them in order. Just let me know what the request was
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Dispose
"So how about this?" Freddie grinned, his arm around Sam as the couple sat happily on the Shay's couch. "After we finish up dinner at Petrozini's, you and I go get some fancy gelato, and then we go back to my place and watch that big fight you've been so excited for?"
"Sounds like a date," Sam smiled, leaning over to kiss her boyfriend.
Suddenly, the elevator door dinged and slid open, and Spencer staggered in, carrying a large bag of dirt.
"Dude, you need help?" Sam asked.
"A little!" Spencer gasped. Sam hurried up to help him ease the bag to the ground.
"Why do you have a giant bag of dirt?" Freddie asked.
"Do you remember when I had that lawn?" Spencer said.
Sam and Freddie nodded.
"Well, I was thinking, instead of a lawn, why not make a giant mud pit?" Spencer said excitedly. "It will be so cool! We can play in it, have mud fights in it, make mud pies in it."
"Whoa, that sounds awesome!" Sam said.
"I know, right?" Spencer nodded. "It's one of my best ideas yet!"
"Um, Spencer," Freddie frowned. "No offense or anything, but you can't be serious."
Sam and Spencer glared at him.
"Why not?" Spencer asked.
"Yeah, what's wrong with him building a mud pit?" Sam demanded.
"Um, for one thing, the mess will be insane," Freddie said. "You think Carly goes berserk when you leave your used dishes on the coffee table, wait 'till she hears about this. Plus it's bound to attract bugs, and not to mention the fact that it's just plain weird!"
"Hey, don't go bashing on a pool of mud!" Sam snapped.
"I'm just saying it would be impractical-"
"Your face is impractical!"
"That doesn't even make sense, Sam!"
"Guys," Spencer said. "Um, not to break up the couple fight, but can you either help me clear out the living room for this mud pit or go upstairs? I want to get this done before the chick I met while I was gathering all this dirt comes over tonight."
"You mean I can help you with the mud pit?" Sam asked, her face lighting up.
"Um, Sam?" Freddie said. "We have reservations in half-an-hour, remember."
"Oh, yeah," Sam said.
"Hey, just come back over tomorrow," Spencer told her. "We can have a mud ball fight!"
"Alright," Sam laughed.
"So you think eating popsicles in this baby will be a good date for me and the dirt girl tonight?" Spencer asked as he began to push the couch off to the side.
"Um, yeah!" Sam nodded. "That sounds like an awesome date! What girl wouldn't love that, I know I would."
"Sam, we need to get going now if we're going to get those reservations," Freddie said, looking at his watch.
"'kay," Sam said. She turned back to Spencer. "Bye, Spence. Save plenty of mud for tomorrow!"
"Got it!" Spencer called after her.
…
"-And remember to use the new soap I put in the bathroom," Mrs. Benson told Freddie as she readjusted his shirt collar while he tried to eat his cereal the next morning. "And please do not watch the television until I figure out a way to get that disgusting nature channel off."
"Fine," Freddie said, trying not to roll his eyes. "I was probably going to spend the day with Sam, anyway."
"Oh…Samantha," Mrs. Benson grimaced.
"Yes mom," Freddie sighed. "My girlfriend."
"Well, if you must, just make sure you disinfect yourself when you get back," she told him. "Who knows how many germs are covering her. Oh, and just so you know, that nurse I work with, Mindy; her daughter just got lazar hair removal, so now she doesn't have quite so much of a mustache. If you wanted to give her a call, I could find you her number and-"
"Bye mom!" Freddie said.
Once his mother had left, Freddie placed his bowl in the dishwasher and pulled out his pearphone. It was still fairly early, not even nine thirty yet, so he knew very well that Sam was still fast asleep, but he figured he could leave her a voicemail telling her to come over when she finally did wake up. He dialed her number, expecting to get Sam's inbox, but was surprised when she actually answered.
"Hey, Frednub. What's up?" Sam asked, picking up.
"You're up?" Freddie frowned. "Wow, this is a first."
"I'm actually across the hall," Sam told him. "I got up early so I could have more time in this mud pit thing with Spencer. We're filling up buckets with mud!"
"Er, any particular reason why?"
"Nope."
"Ah…" Freddie said. "Well, um, I was just calling to ask if you wanted to hang out today."
"You can come over here and play in the mud," Sam suggested.
"I'll come over, but I really don't think I'm getting into the mud," Freddie smiled.
"Fine, be a party pooper," Sam said. "Later."
Freddie hung up his phone. He was still shocked that Sam, the girl who claimed that two in the afternoon was practically the crack of dawn, had gotten up early to go play in the mud with Spencer. He frowned. She never got up that early for him…He shook his head, erasing that thought, and headed over to the Shay's apartment.
"Yo, Freddie!" Spencer said, looking up as Freddie entered the apartment. "How 'impractical' is this mud pit now? Look at my mud pies!"
"Very…nice," Freddie said.
"Yeah, we made mud angels, buried ourselves in mud, made mud castles," Sam smiled, laughing as she dumped out a large bucket of mud.
Freddie stared at his girlfriend. He loved that smile of hers, but he thought that she only smiled like that with him; that it was their special thing.
Just then, Spencer's phone began to ring.
"Oh man, that's Carly," Spencer said, wiping off his hand as he picked up his pearphone at the edge of the mud pit. "I forgot. I sent her out with my car to get donuts, but there was almost no gas in there…she probably got stuck somewhere. I'd better go catch a bus and go get her."
"You're going to get on a bus covered with mud?" Freddie asked as Spencer stepped out of the mud pit.
"Hey, I see plenty of people do that," Sam shrugged. "Later, Spence."
"See ya', kid," Spencer said quickly, leaving the apartment.
"You sure you don't want to come into the mud, Fredward?" Sam asked.
"Quite," Freddie smiled.
"Well, then I'm not gonna sit in here alone," Sam said, getting out. "Hmm, I should probably shower."
"Might be a good idea," Freddie laughed.
Sam disappeared upstairs and Freddie sat down on the couch. Just then Gibby walked in.
"Gibby!" he said, closing the door behind him.
"I still don't understand why you announce yourself all the time," Freddie said.
"Well who else is going to do it?" Gibby pointed out. "Whoa! Is that a mud pit?"
"Yeah, Spencer made it, and Sam and him have been playing in it all morning," Freddie said. "Weird, right?"
"The mud pit or Sam and Spencer playing in it together?" Gibby asked.
"Um, just the mud pit in general," Freddie said. "Why is it weird that Spencer and Sam were playing in it? I mean, come on, you've known them both for years. What else would you expect them to do in it?"
"I meant weird for you," Gibby said.
"Weird for me?" Freddie repeated.
"You know," Gibby shrugged. "Because of Sam's little crush on Spencer?"
"What?" Freddie laughed. "Gibby, you're ridiculous."
"I thought she let that slip or something awhile ago," Gibby said.
"Yeah, sure, like two years ago," Freddie nodded. "But she doesn't have a crush on him anymore. I mean, he's just her best friend's brother now."
"I think that's a song…" Gibby said thoughtfully.
"Look, Sam and I, are dating now," Freddie said. "She doesn't have feelings for Spencer…Although-never mind."
"What?" Gibby asked. "Come on, you can tell old Gibby anything."
"Well, I mean, Sam does seem to have a soft spot for Spencer," Freddie sighed. "Like this morning, she actually woke up early to go see him. She always makes me wait until at least one in the afternoon to see her."
"Sounds like someone with a crush," Gibby said in a singsong voice.
"I-no," Freddie said, shaking his head. "No, that's crazy."
"What's crazy?" Sam asked, coming downstairs, drying her hair with a towel.
"Um, coasters," Freddie said quickly, spotting a pile of coasters on the kitchen counter. "I mean, all you do it set your drink on them. Talk about pretty useless, huh?"
"Okay?" Sam said, tossing the towel aside. "Well, bye then."
"Wait, where are you going? I thought we could hang out," Freddie said.
"Dude, it's ten in the morning," Sam said. "I'm going back to bed."
"But-But you're already up," Freddie pointed up.
"Yeah, I know, and I need to fix that," Sam said. "Mama will get up to play in the mud, but not for anything else. I'll call you later, okay?" She gave her boyfriend a quick kiss on the lips and then quickly exited the apartment.
"Oh man," Freddie said, running his hand through his hair as he turned back to Gibby. "Gib, what-what if you're right? What if she still does have that little crush on Spencer? What am I going to do?"
"Well, we could 'dispose' of Spencer," Gibby suggested. "Just let me get my cat and-"
"No!" Freddie said. "Look, this is stupid. There's like, no way those two would ever get together! I mean, for one thing, Sam's in high school."
"She won't be forever…" Gibby said.
"Gibby!" Freddie exclaimed. "Are you trying to make me go crazy?"
…..
"All I'm saying is, next time, you go get your own donuts," Carly said, walking back into the apartment with her mud-covered brother. "Oh, hey, Freddie."
"Hey," Freddie said.
Carly turned to Spencer. "Why don't you go wash that mud off?"
"Fine," Spencer groaned, stomping off towards his room.
"So, is Sam here?" Carly asked. "She was playing in this insane mud pit when I left to get stranded at Amazing Glaze."
"She went back to bed," Freddie mumbled.
"Oh," Carly said, grabbing a bottle of water from her fridge. "Wanna do some homework then?"
"Sure," Freddie said. "But do you think I could talk to you about something first?"
"Ugh, Freddie, for the millionth time," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "I already know you stole my captains hat for my boat table upstairs. Stop trying to convince me a burglar took it!"
"No, not that," Freddie said. "Um, you remember how Sam accidently told us she had that 'little crush' on Spencer a few years ago?"
"Sure, when he was all prank crazy," Carly nodded, taking a sip of her water. "Why?"
"Well, do you think, maybe, she still has a crush on Spencer?" Freddie asked.
Carly spit out her water and burst out laughing. "What?"
"You know, I was just thinking," Freddie said. "She-She does spend a lot of time with him."
"You spend a lot of time with me," Carly reminded him.
"Yeah, but that's different," Freddie said.
"Freddie," Carly said. "A lot of girls get crushes on older guys. It's no big deal. When we were younger, I used to have a huge crush on Wendy's older brother, but I grew out of that. I'm sure Sam has grown out of her crush on Spencer too. I mean, she's with you now!"
"Yeah…" Freddie nodded. "Yeah, you're right."
"Good," Carly smiled. "Now let me just go grab my books and then we can get started on that Physics assignment."
"Cool," Freddie said.
Just as Carly was heading upstairs, Spencer walked out of his room, clean of mud.
"Hey, Fredo," Spencer said.
"Um, Spencer?" Freddie asked. "Can I talk to you about Sam?"
"Oh, um, you need 'that' advice?" Spencer frowned. "Look, I'm not really comfortable having those conversations. But I can refer you to an excellent-"
"It's nothing like that," Freddie said quickly. "Listen, um, you know that Sam used to have a little crush on you, right?"
"Oh, yeah, sure," Spencer nodded. "I guess it couldn't be helped. I am very easy on the eyes."
"You still have mud on your nose," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, um, that's not mud…" Spencer said. "Anyway, continue."
"It's just, I know me and her are together and everything, and that you'd obviously never date Sam, I mean, come on, that's just a little weird, but I've just sort of been wondering if she still had a crush on you."
"Oh," Spencer said. "Well Freddie, I don't think she does. I mean, she thinks of me as just her best friend's brother. Wait, isn't that a song or something?"
"Yeah, it's probably real catchy," Freddie said quickly. "Anyway, I-I was just sort of wondering, if you could, you know, try to, you know, be as unattractive as you can around Sam."
"Freddie, please," Spencer scoffed. "You can't stop something as natural as that."
"Spencer," Carly said, coming back downstairs. "I told you to stop clipping your toenails in my room! I've got your gross DNA all over my carpet now!"
…
Later that day, once Sam had finally woken back up, her and Freddie were sitting in her room. She was playing on her laptop while he flipped through the television channels.
"Hey, Sam?" Freddie said, finally no longer to take it.
"Yeah?" Sam asked, looking up from her laptop.
"We need to talk about something."
Sam frowned. "Um, alright?"
"It's just," Freddie sighed, unsure of how to start this conversation. "I've been thinking lately, and I just need to know once and for all. That little crush you had on Spencer…is that like, you know, done?"
Sam looked at him. "What?"
"It's just you always seem to light up around him, you know, the same way you do for me," Freddie said. "And then there are times like today, when you do stuff for him, like get up early, that you never do for me."
Sam grinned. "Are you jealous of Spencer?"
"Well…kind of," Freddie admitted.
"Look," Sam said, sitting down next to him. "Yeah. When we were younger, I did sort of have a tiny little baby crush on him. But come on, that was just because I was around him all the time and he made me laugh. Now I sort of think of him as my brother. Heck, if I went out with him, I'd probably be to busy gagging to do much of anything else."
"Really?" Freddie asked.
"Really baby," Sam said, giving him a kiss.
"Thanks," Freddie smiled. "And I'm sorry I got a little crazy about this. It was ridiculous. I should've known."
"Yeah, you should've," Sam laughed. "But I guess you're forgiven…for now."
"Good," Freddie said, getting to his feet. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go."
"Where?"
"To hit Gibby with something hard."
