Sam's POV
Last night, I paid my mom's ex a visit. Nope, not Derek. Not Steven either. And it's definitely not Kevin. The last time I visited him, he asked me a bunch of questions and tried to guess my purpose of being there. I wasted three hours sitting there doing nothing but answering questions. Ugh.
Anyway, I went to my mom's ex, Felix's dental clinic. Don't ask me why. You'll see soon enough.
"Hey Felix," I greeted. "How's life?"
"Great," he smiled. "How about you? How's your mother?"
"Same old, same old," I replied. My mother met him after I went to another dentist. You know, the one I went to when my teeth fell out? "Can I ask you for a favor?"
He let out a laugh. "Sure, but only on one condition."
"Of course," I raised my arms up for effect. "I'll tell my mom that you miss her a lot and ask her if she would like to go out on a date with you."
"You're a smart girl," he smiled.
I walked over to the sitting area. "You betcha."
"So, what can I do for you?" he asked.
"I will need nine old ladies' dentures," I requested.
He frowned, then raised an eyebrow. "What do you need that for?"
"Oh, some school project requires us to do research on teeth and dentures," I lied. "I really need them, Felix."
"Okay," he smiled. "But you must remember to-"
"Yes, yes, yes," I cut him off. "I have to go real soon. Can I have them now?"
He let out a laugh. "Alright."
"Do I have to return them to you?" I smiled innocently as I stretched out my hands which were full of dentures.
"No..." he waved his hands at me as if he didn't want anything to do with them.
"Okay then..." I ran out of the dental clinic satisfied with my brilliant plan. "Let's see if Fredwina can stand the power of dirty old ladies' dentures..."
Freddie's POV
Frankly speaking, I have grown quite used to Sam. Ever since we met when we were younger, we have been arguing about anything we can argue about and I've always been the one losing in the end. But right now, I'm not sure why she's doing all these things to me. Sure, it may be another one of her torture methods just to get me, but why does she want to get me?
It's really confusing sometimes when I don't understand her purposes. But I would always look forward to the next prank she pulls on me or the next time she picks on me without fail. I used to wonder why too, until I found out the real reason behind it...
"Carly!" I yelled into the empty apartment. "Can I come in?"
"I'm here," she yelled back from the kitchen. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," I replied. "I just thought it would be nice to come for a visit once in a while."
She put on a confused look. "If your definition of 'a while' is less than two hours, I would gladly accept the excuse you gave me."
I rolled my eyes.
"Okay, now tell me the real reason behind this," she set the things in her hands down on the table, folds her arms and prepared for a long story.
"The time is 9pm now," I started. "But..."
"But?" she asked. "Sam hasn't given you your nineth gift yet, right?"
I nodded.
"And you're worried about her?" Carly's a very good friend. Maybe it's because of her little telepathic abilities, but sometimes, I doubt my theories too. "Perhaps you could give her a call?"
"Why don't you give her the call?" I asked.
She placed her hands on her hips. "You're the one who's worried about her!"
"Aren't you a little worried too?"
"Yes," she replied, taking a seat at the dining table. "But you know who she is! She's Sam Puckett! What can happen to her?"
I sighed. "True. But-"
"What goes on?" the blonde entered the room nonchalantly with a paper bag in her left hand.
"Sam?" I said.
She let out a laugh. "I know who I am."
Her actions reminded me of the time her mother visited. It was a dramatic entrance, as what Carly told me. But hers... Nah... Not that dramatic.
"Where's my gift?" I asked, sounding perhaps too eager to receive it.
"Woah, woah, woah... hold on a sec," she seemed confused. "You're actually looking forward to the gift?"
My actions gave myself away. "No... No! Pshht! Of course not!"
"Fredcrap Benson," she narrowed her eyes. "You're no good liar. I know that you are actually looking forward to this bag of stuff, but what I don't understand is... why?"
"Erm... Maybe it's because..." I was speechless. "Because I-"
"Err.. Freddie! Why don't you come over and help me with the dish washing?" Carly was a life-saver. Yup, I'll definitely add that to the list of 'Why Carly is a Great Friend'.
I smiled. "Yeah, sure!"
I hope she didn't see through my little act there though. If she knew what I was going to say at that point of time, she would probably kill me with whatever was in that bag.
"Anyway, here's your gift for today," she placed the bag down on the dining table. After closer examination, I found that it was leaking.
"Err... What's in that bag?" I asked.
There was no reply.
"Sam?"
No reply.
I looked down behind the couch. The lazy blonde was sitting there, sound asleep. Unconsciously, I smiled at the peaceful look upon her face.
"It's been long since I saw her looking so peaceful," I said.
Carly smiled. "I guess she's tired."
"You don't have to guess," I smiled. "Her not being annoying or irritating is enough proof."
"I gotta go down to the Groovy Smoothie's," her phone rang. "Spencer wants to meet me there. You want anything from the store?"
"No thanks," I replied, taking a seat on the couch, right beside the sleeping beauty. "I'm good."
Carly let out a laugh. "Okay then, we'll see you later."
"Bye."
Carly left the apartment, leaving me behind with Sam.
"Sam Puckett," I smirked. "You'll never know how I truly feel about you, would you?"
"Felix..." she groaned in her sleep. "Fe... lix..."
"Felix?" I raised an eyebrow. "Is that some kind of crush?"
She moved in her sleep and snuggled closer to me, her head leaning against my shoulder.
"I guess you will never know, Sam Puckett," I whispered. "Good night, sleeping beauty."