Sam's POV
I yawned as I did my usual morning stretch. It felt good to be spending the night at Carly's; no animals, no shouting, no foul smells. But it does feel a little different today though... it felt more comfortable than I would usually. And the smell of the room is like that of a hospital. It's like...
"AHHH!" I looked at the boy who was sleeping beside me and slapped him hard. Real hard. "What were you doing sleeping beside me?"
"What?" he stood up in shock. "What happened?"
"Why were you sleeping beside me?" I rephrased my sentences.
He looked around the surroundings, then remembered. "Oh, you mean that? You were sleeping on the couch and I just happened to sit beside you. Then, I fell asleep."
"I'll let you off this time, Fredhead," I narrowed my eyes. "But if I catch you doing anything funny to me, you're asking for trouble. And trouble with Sam Puckett is something you would know to avoid unless if you just so happen to live near a hospital, which you don't!"
I ran upstairs to Carly's room and tried to wake her up. "CARLY! Carly!"
"Oh, Sam," she got out of her room with hair messy like a sea witch's, no make up and definitely bad breath. But I wasn't any better. "You're up. Gimme a sec, I'll be right down in half an hour."
"Ugh..." I decided to just go out on my own. I can't stand another second in the same apartment as Fredfish.
I took the elevator down to the lobby. I didn't even bother saying hi to the crazy old doorman while he flung his sandwich into the air and blamed me for throwing it on the ground, demanding me to get him another one. Wow, that guy sure was in the Christmas spirit.
"Get your own sandwich, you crazy sandbag!" I didn't know why I called him a sandbag. I guess I have something against sand... or bags... or both...
I made sure I was out of hearing distance before he screamed at the top of his lungs in irritation. But he's not the only one irritated around here.
"Stupid Fredgore," I kicked the empty can across the floor. "If he thinks he can mess with Sam Puckett, he's in deep trouble."
After walking a distance, I realized I had already walked into the park where I almost made Fredswan embarassed. It was fun when he flailed his arms shouting for help when the people around us showed absolutely no interest in saving his life from the 'terrifying swans'. I had a good laugh from that one.
Then, something caught my eye. There was a bees' nest on a tree just above me. This is going to be so much fun...
Freddie's POV
I looked down at the leaking bag in my hand. I had left it on the dining table last night when I found Sam asleep on the couch. Which reminds me, why did I even bother to sit beside her anyway? So much for being guardian angel and guarding her from afar. Looks like my Christmas wish this year won't be fulfilled...
"Dentures?" I opened the bag. "Nine dentures? Sam..."
I laughed at the thought of how Sam might have gotten those dentures. I mean, for a girl her size, her strength is extraordinary, her appetite is exemplary and behavior... let's just say that it's amazing. I would be really surprised if she got those dentures just by asking some random dentist or some old ladies on the streets. Nine dentures... hmm... that's definitely Sam Puckett for you.
"Hey Freddie," Carly came down the flight of stairs. "Where's Sam?"
"Sam?" I frowned. "I thought she was with you?"
"I told her to come down here to wait for me while I get ready," she replied, seeming as confused as I was.
I sat down at the counter. "I guess she took the lift down to the lobby then."
"What happened between the both of you?" she poured me a glass of water, then one for herself. "I thought you guys looked cute sleeping on the couch."
"Don't even talk about it," I groaned. "She slapped me this morning because I was sleeping beside her for the entire night! I didn't even do anything to her!"
"I thought that leaving the both of you at the apartment would be a good chance for you to tell her about your feelings," she put on a sympathetic face.
I sighed. "I heard her mumble in her sleep last night."
"What did she say?" she got her perk up again.
"She was all 'Felix, Felix' for the entire night," I recalled. I made sure to exaggerate it when I try to imitate what Sam did the other night for effect. "I'm thinking Felix is the name of her little crush."
She frowned again. "Little crush? Are you sure Felix isn't just the name of her uncle, her cousin or her mom's ex-boyfriend?"
"I don't know, but I really hope it is," I replied.
Just then, the devil appeared from the elevator. "Hey Carly and dufus."
I rolled my eyes.
"Here's your gift for today," she grinned. "I hope you like it."
I placed the bag near my ear as I thought I heard some buzzing sounds coming from it. "What's in that bag?"
"Oh, nothing," her grin became wider by the minute. "Just ten killer bees."
"TEN KILLER BEES?" I yelled as I turned to take cover behind Carly. "Are you trying to kill us all?"
She smirked. "Don't worry, these bees are only attracted to nubs."
I wasn't in the mood to care about her remarks. Those bees mean serious business. "Sam, just get those bees out of the building!"
"Fine," she placed the bag into the elevator and sent it down to the lobby. "Here, done."
"What? You sent it down the elevator? What if the people there get stung?" I asked.
She just came over to the counter and started typing something on the keyboard. Soon, the webcam that was installed at the lobby was activated. We could see everything that happened down there.
"Look, the elevator's already reached the lobby," Carly crammed in with us. "Is that Lewbert?"
"You mean our nasty doorman? Yes," Sam exclaimed. "Now, let's just prepare ourselves for a show." She had a grin on her face just like the one she always has whenever she has thought of an ingenious plan.
Lewbert jumped at the sound of the elevator bell. He went to the elevator in hopes of giving the culprit a piece of his mind, but saw a bag in the middle of the elevator instead.
"Who left that bag there?" he cried. "No one leaves bags in the elevator!"
Typical Lewbert.
He approached the bag and lifted it up, shook it, then opened it up. The three of us were anticipating the moment when the bees would fly out of the bag and into his face, but it seemed as though the bees were still.
"What?" he looked into the bag. "Why is this bag so dark? I can't see anything. Wait, what's this... AHH! BEES!"
He jumped up and down in shock and tried to dodge the incoming bees which have been shaken awake from his yelling. They were everywhere around the room, even if there were only ten of them.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but this is entertainment," I laughed.
"You got that right, hotshot," Sam laughed at his plight while folding her arms with pride.
"But isn't this a little mean?" Carly was bugged by her conscience.
Sam shook her finger in front of her face. "This is not mean at all compared to what he deserves. Besides, how much can a little entertainment hurt?"
"AHH! My wart! Not the wart!" our doorman begged for mercy as we continued watching the show.
"Hey Fredfreak," Sam called. "Did you record that down?"
"As long as the webcam is activated, the footage will definitely be recorded," I replied. "Oh wait, we can upload this on iCarly!"
"Heh," she smirked. "Took you long enough to realize."
I smiled in response and saved the video under 'iCarly Segments: Messin' with Lewbert'. The next iCarly was going to be a blast.
We took a break last week and replaced the iCarly webcast with a video of Nevel's poem – My Pescetarian Princess. The viewers' responses were great, much better than I had expected.
"Carls, I've got to go fetch my mom," Sam said. "She's coming back from Vegas today."
"Isn't it a little too early?" Carly asked. "Your mom usually comes back after the entire Christmas thing has blown over."
Sam sighed. "Well, Melanie is coming home on Christmas and my mom wants to decorate the entire house to welcome her home."
"Melanie?" I let out a laugh. "Your little 'twin sister'?"
"What?" she glared. "If you still don't believe in her existence, that's fine with me. That's why you're not welcome in this conversation."
I raised my arms in surrender. "Okay, okay... Chill, alright?"
"Don't you dare ask me to chill!" she glared even deeper into my eyes. "I never asked for a twin sister and I never wanted one! Unlike you, I have sibling problems, so don't ask me to chill!"
"Sam, I think it's time for you to go," Carly got the situation under control. Well, mostly. "Come on, we'll see you tomorrow then. Oh, and thanks for the little entertaining gift you sent Freddie. It was really sweet of you."
"It. Wasn't. Supposed. To. Be. Sweet," she breathed deeply, trying to keep calm. "It was supposed to cause pain so that someone would finally notice m-"
Our eyes were on her as the awkwardness in the air couldn't subside. Did I hear right? She wanted attention? Does she like me?
"I... really have to go now," she finally calmed down due to the tension in the air. "Seeya Carls."
She mumbled curses as she left the apartment. I bet she must be mentally cursing herself right now. I hope she'll be alright though. And I really hope that she was trying to say what I think she was trying to say.
Sam Puckett, one day, you will realize my feelings for you. And I know that that day will come even sooner than you think.