Freddie's POV

Sam has been acting weird usually. Okay, weirder than usual. Yesterday, she kicked me real hard in the shins without reason and wished me a merry christmas! What type of person would do that? Oh yeah, Sam.

"What goes on?" I asked as I entered the Shay apartment.

Carly was on the couch watching a rerun of Girly Cow but giggling and laughing ever so hard. It seems that the show just never get old. But Sam, on the other hand, is begging her best friend to change the channel.

"For the fortieth time, NO!" Carly snapped. "I don't want to watch some gory show where there are heads flying across the screen."

"Please," Sam begged, not giving up. "You'll love it, I promise."

"Not if I don't watch it," she replied. "Oh hey, Freddie. I didn't see you coming in here."

I smiled. "You finally noticed me."

"Sorry," Carly apologized. "I was distracted by Sam's whining."

"I can tell," I snickered at Sam's obnoxiousness.

"It's none of your business, dork," she saw me laughing. "Now, scram, before I deliver your next Christmas gift!"

I was shocked. "What Christmas gift?"

"This," with that, she stood up from her laying position and approached me. She pulled out something from her pockets and placed them on my palm.

It took me three seconds to realize what they were.

"Scor... scor... scorpions!" I jumped in shock. Not surprise, shock. Those things could kill and they aren't really that friendly or sociable. "Sam! What type of gifts are these? They could have killed me!"

"That's the whole point," she grinned. "For the next 10 days, you're gonna receive gifts like these everyday."

"But why?" I asked, still hiding behind Carly for protection from those beasts.

She smiled as though the reason was obvious. "Haven't you heard of '12 Days of Christmas'?"

"Huh?" I was still confused.

"I'm going to send you presents everyday for the 12 days of Christmas to torture you. It's an ingenious plan!" she laughed proudly and laid back on the couch.

"Wait," Carly seemed to have caught on on this news. "Do you mean that the kick you gave Freddie yesterday was part of your '12 Days of Christmas' plan?"

She smiled in agreement.

"You're a sick person!" I yelled in her face. "Are you trying to murder me?"

For a moment there, I thought the smirk on her face just turned into a hurtful look, but hey, I'm talking about Sam. She probably just thought of the ham sandwich she finished just now and regretted eating it so fast.

"You will never get it, won't you?" she pulled me closer by the collars and glared. I tried not to look scared, but her intimidating eyes were just scaring the soul out of me. "Fredward Benson, your end is near."

She released her grasp on me and I tumbled over, almost coming into contact with the scorpions that I have let free from my hands.

"Merry Christmas, Fredweiner," she approached the door. "Enjoy your last christmas."

"Sometimes, I wonder why Sam is so mean to me," I said to Carly after the blonde headed demon left the apartment. "Why can't she just be nice, like you?"

"Freddie, it's not as easy as you think it is," she pulls me up from the ground. "Sam just expresses herself differently from all of us."

I looked at the door that was slammed shut by the dirty blonde. "I hope that's just it."