AN-Hey, so I just realized that I never answered a question that one of you sent in awhile ago. I'm sorry, I guess it just slipped my mind. But someone wanted to know what Sam and Freddie's kids look like. I didn't find anything online that matched what I imagined them looking like, so I'll just tell you the descriptions:
Jason is blonde with brown eyes, and is taller than both Sam and Freddie, at about five feet nine inches.
Emma and Ashton also have blonde hair and brown eyes, and are about the same height as Sam. Their hair is straight, unlike hers.
Tyler has brown hair and blue eyes, unlike his siblings. He's very muscular, since he plays football and hockey, and is the tallest in the family, even though he's the baby, and grows to be about six four.
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Village
"Ugh, why do we have to do this again?" Sam moaned as her, Carly and Freddie headed up the stairs of a preschool.
"Because, you need forty hours of community service to graduate high school!" Carly said for the fifth time. "And so far, you've done a whopping zero."
"You guys haven't done forty hours either," Sam said.
"Yes, we have," Carly said. "I volunteered at a homeless shelter."
"And I volunteered at the hospital with my mom," Freddie added. "Even though I was forced to get decontamination baths every night afterwards…"
"So see? Now it's your turn," Carly said to Sam. "All you have to do is help out with the kids here for a few hours each day for the next two weeks and then your done! And me, being the awesome best friend that I am, and Freddie, being your wonderful boyfriend, have even signed up to do it with you."
"Couldn't you have found somewhere a little more exciting than a preschool?" Sam sighed.
"Like where?" Freddie asked her
"I dunno…the zoo?"
"Oh no, you're not going back to any zoo for a long time," Carly said firmly. "Not after that whole zebra incident."
"You're overreacting," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"Come on, Sam, we're here at the preschool," Freddie told his girlfriend. "So let's just get your hours done here. And it'll be fun, getting to play around with the little kids."
Sam didn't reply, but crossed her arms tightly as the three entered the preschool.
"Hi," Carly said brightly to the woman working at the front desk. "Our names are Carly Shay, Sam Puckett and Freddie Benson. We're supposed to be volunteering here today."
"Any of you got a prison record?" the woman asked lazily.
"Um…" Carly said nervously, glancing at Sam. "Are-Are you going to check?"
"Probably not," the lady replied.
"Then nope!" Carly said quickly.
"Okay, good," the lady said, handing over some forms. "Then fill these out and then you can start."
"Writing and working?" Sam said. "Are you kidding me?"
"You give laziness a whole new meaning, baby," Freddie chuckled. "It's five lines that you have to fill out. I think you can handle that without your hand falling off from over exertion."
Once the teens had filled out the forms, the woman at the desk led them back to a room. They could hear loud yells and screaming before she had even opened the door.
"Okay boys and girls…" the teacher, who looked like she was about to cry, said as they walked in. "How about we take out our crayons and color-"
"Crayon fight!" one of the little girls yelled, throwing a handful of crayons into the air, and the others soon followed.
"Well," Carly said, ducking as a tickle-me-pink crayon soared over her head. "They seem delightful."
"Yeah, they're vicious," the lady nodded. "Hey! Melinda! You get a break, the volunteers are here!"
"Oh thank heavens," the teacher said, hurrying over. "Some brilliant parent thought they'd send in cupcakes for their kid's birthday. Dang kids have been riding out their sugar highs for hours; I don't think they'll ever crash!"
"Um, hang on," Sam frowned. "You're leaving us alone with these kids?"
"Yup," the two ladies said together.
"We're still in high school though!" Freddie pointed out. "Isn't there some sort of law that says that a qualified adult needs to be watching over a room filled with twenty some preschool children?"
"Yeah, probably," the teacher shrugged.
"Let's go," the lady from the front desk said. "I'll start warming up the fajitas!"
"Yeah, real good call making us come here," Sam snapped as the two adults ran out of the room.
"I-I'm sure it won't be that bad," Carly reasoned as the kids began jumping onto their chairs. "All we have to do is quiet them down."
"How?" Freddie asked.
"Um…hey! Guys!" Carly said loudly, standing on a nearby chair. "Guys?"
But the kids couldn't hear her over their own cries.
"Guys!" Freddie said, trying to help her. "Um, we-we're here to-"
But again, he was ignored as the children continued to run around.
"Quiet!" Sam screamed in her infamous Sam Puckett voice, making the kids fall silent instantly, realizing for the first time that their teacher had been replaced by three teenagers.
"Okay then," Carly said. "Hi! I'm Carly. Me and my two friends Sam and Freddie are here to play with you guys today. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
"Yeah!" the kids all cheered.
"Aw, see?" Freddie whispered to his girlfriend. "They're happy to see us."
"Well I have some fun activities planned for us," Carly smiled, pulling out a pastel colored index card. "We can do some arts and crafts, or we can play a little hide-and-seek, or maybe if you're up for it, we can read some cool stories and-"
"Battle tag!" one of the kids yelled, cutting Carly off. The rest of the kids cheered in agreement, and began racing all around, trying to tackle each other.
"No! No running!" Carly said. "Hey! Don't eat that!"
"This is crazy!" Freddie said, helping Carly down from the chair.
"Yeah, no chiz!" Sam exclaimed. "So can we please ditch?"
"No!" Carly exclaimed.
"You need to get your hours done," Freddie said. "And we can't just leave all these kids alone. We'll just have to somehow calm them down."
"I'll go try and get that group of kids over there to stop bouncing on the teddy bears," Carly sighed.
"I'll go stop those kids over there from sticking gum all over the place," Freddie said, hurrying off.
"And I'll stay here and catch up on some text messages," Sam said as the other two ran off.
…
It took nearly an hour for Carly and Freddie to get the kids all under control and playing peacefully with the toys.
"That," Carly said breathlessly, sliding down into one of the chairs. "Was by far, the worst experience of my life."
"Yeah, I hear you," Freddie mumbled.
"I know, it's rough," Sam said, looking up from her phone.
Freddie and Carly glared at her.
"You haven't done a thing!" Carly exclaimed.
"Yeah, well," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "I'll start tomorrow…maybe."
"Whatever," Carly sighed, getting back to her feet. "I'm gonna go try and see if I can wash some of this glitter out of my hair."
"Sam," Freddie said as Carly headed towards the restroom. "You need to do something today before we leave."
"Hey, I just beat my high score of Fortress Run," Sam told him. "I say I've been quite productive."
"Sam," Freddie said firmly. "Seriously. You're getting credit for these hours, you need to at least work a little for them. The kids are calm now…why don't you go play with those kids over there? The ones building with the blocks."
"I hate blocks," Sam said.
"Sam," Freddie said. "Please? For me?"
"Ugh…fine!" Sam conceded. "But don't think now that we're dating you can just pull that line on me whenever. That's my turf!"
Sam walked over to the group of kids playing with the blocks and sat down with them.
"Yo," she said as the kids looked at her.
"Are you gonna finally do something?" one of the kids asked.
"Yes," Sam snapped bitterly.
"Can you look at this scab?" a little boy asked her, showing her his knee. "It looks infected."
"No! Get your scabby knee away from me!" Sam said. She looked over her shoulder at Freddie, who, much to her dismay, was still watching her, meaning she couldn't sneak away. "So, um…what are you guys building?"
"We're building a happy, peaceful village," one of the little girls said. "With no monsters or mean people."
"Oh kay that's got to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Sam said. "What kind of village doesn't even have a monster or bad guy trying to destroy it?"
"You-You think my village is stupid?" the girl whimpered, beginning to cry.
"Um, no…no, don't-don't cry," Sam said quickly. "I-I mean…it's…cool."
"Hey, what do you think this white stuff on my scab is?" the boy asked, showing Sam his scab again. "Do you think I need to have this looked at by a dermatologist?"
"I don't even know what that is!"
"Will you tell me a story?" another boy asked her.
"Um, sure," Sam said, scooting further away from the boy with the scab and closer to the little girl who was still crying. "What kind of story you want, kid?"
"A good one!"
"Fine," Sam said. "Um…once upon a time there was a bunch of noisy preschoolers who got lost in a forest and could never find their way out and wound up being eaten by aliens. The End."
"That was the worst story ever!" the boy pouted.
"Well it's all you get!" Sam said. "And quit crying, will you!" she said, turning the little girl.
"No!" the girl wailed.
"Play checkers with me!" another kid said, grabbing onto Sam's arm.
"Play dollies with me!" another said, grabbing her other arm.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, off!" Sam said, quickly scrambling to her feet. "I don't like to be clung to!"
"Will you look at this questionable mosquito bite on my stomach?" the scab boy asked Sam, lifting up his shirt.
"Yeah, I'm done here," Sam said, hurrying back over towards Freddie.
"Wow," Freddie said. "You were over there for a grand total of four minutes and I already see one girl in tears."
"Well those kids are all crazy!" Sam defended.
"Do you guys like my picture?" a little boy asked, walking over to the couple with a piece of paper with a bunch of scribbles on it.
"Yes," Freddie smiled. "It's very nice."
"It looks like a rainbow threw up on it," Sam said bluntly.
The little boy's lip began to quiver and he ran off as he burst into tears.
"Sam!" Freddie exclaimed.
"Oh come on, that picture looked like something a diseased monkey would draw!" Sam said.
"So? You don't tell a kid his art work's bad!" Freddie said.
"But it was," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "I can't believe we seriously have to keep coming back here for the next two weeks?"
"You know," Freddie said. "Maybe it would be a good idea if you found another place to volunteer."
"Thank you!" Sam said.
"Yeah, someplace with no kids," Freddie nodded. "Because, let's face it, baby. You are horrible with kids."
Sam's face suddenly fell. "Horrible?"
"Oh yeah," Freddie nodded. "You can not handle kids at all."
"I-I'm not terrible…am I?" Sam asked softly.
"Pfft, the worst!" Freddie chuckled.
Sam didn't reply, and looked down at her feet.
"Okay, you guys," Carly said, joining the two. "I just found a few CD's. What do you say we try to play freeze dance or something with them?"
"Whatever," Sam mumbled. "I-I'm gonna go, um, out-out in the hall for a sec."
"Is she okay?" Carly frowned as her best friend hurried out of the classroom.
"Um…I don't know," Freddie said, confused. "I'll go check on her. You'll be okay by yourself, right?"
"No!"
"Cool, thanks Carls," Freddie said, quickly running after Sam.
As Freddie walked out into the hallway, he spotted Sam sitting against the wall.
"Hey," he said, sitting down next to her. "What's up? Why'd you run out?"
Sam shrugged.
"Are you okay?" Freddie asked, looking at her face. She had an expression that he had only seen once or twice.
"I'm fine," Sam mumbled.
"Right, well, I'm not stupid enough to fall for the whole 'I'm fine' thing," Freddie said. "I know that means you're not fine. So what's bugging you?"
Sam sighed. "Do you think I'm really that bad with kids?"
"Um, well, there are two kids in there crying now…" Freddie said slowly.
Sam pursed her lips, deep in thought. "So," she said after a moment. "Does that mean…do you think I'd be a good mom?"
"Huh?" Freddie frowned, caught completely off guard. "What-What's that got to do with anything?"
"Just…answer the question," Sam said softly. "Honestly."
"Um, well…"
"Come on," Sam said. "I'm not gonna get mad at you or anything, I swear. Just-Just tell me the truth."
"Okay, well, honestly…no," Freddie admitted. "Right now…you-you don't exactly spell out mother-of-the-year."
"Oh," Sam said, looking down at her lap.
"But, you're not a mom, Sam," Freddie said, still confused about this conversation. "So why does it matter if you'd be a good mom or not?"
"Because!" Sam said.
"Because why?"
"Because someday…someday I'd sort of like to…be one," Sam muttered.
"Oh," Freddie said, a bit more gently. "Well…that's great then! Who cares whether I think you'd be a good mom or not then? If you want kids then-"
"What do you mean who cares what you think?" Sam frowned. "I-Never mind."
"No, what?" Freddie asked.
"Nothing!"
"Say it!"
"No!"
"Wait a minute…" Freddie said, a smile sneaking onto his face. "Are you, Sam Puckett, imagining our future kids together?"
"No!" Sam snapped, blushing.
"Yeah, you are," Freddie grinned.
"Do you want to have to explain to those kids why you have a black eye?"
"Sam," Freddie said. "It's okay. I'm not freaked out or anything. I think it's sort of nice that you think about that stuff. I mean, I love you. If I had to pick anyone to start a family with someday, it'd be you, obviously."
"You just said I'd be a lousy mom," Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, now you would be," Freddie nodded. "But you're also seventeen right now. It's okay for you not to be the best with kids. But you'll learn; you have plenty of time. Besides, I'm sure taking care of your own kid will come a lot more naturally to you than taking care of random ones."
"You think?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Freddie smiled, helping Sam back up. He leaned down to kiss her. "And I'm serious, Sam. Not today, but one day, you'll be a great mom. Now come on, we'd better get back in there before those kids destroy Carly."
