DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own iCarly, I know it's depressing, but I'm going to have to ask that every one go jump in to a giant tub of jellybeans and pudding. I don't know what this will accomplish, but still do it. Once again I DO NOT own iCarly or Botox for that matter.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Things between Sam and I are going great! I know it's only been a few days but I'm still very happy, and from what I can tell so it she. And her happiness just makes it all that better. I didn't think it was possible but even school is better now. I hate to admit it, but not doing my work and messing around is much more fun then being the first one to turn in all the assignments. Also my shins seem to be healing very nicely since Sam has stopped kicking me under that table at lunch; she's really a gentle person when she wants to be. Although she did insist that we have a rematch because I always let her win when we fight. It went pretty well if I do say so myself.

We were in my room last night "working" on the project that we didn't do in class that day, when she decided that it was time for our rematch, even though I was quiet enjoying what we had been doing prior. We were simply lying on my bed making out when she pulled away and went, "It's time."

"Time for what?" I asked, deeply confused as to what she was talking about.

"For our rematch," she said while sitting up.

"Now?" I asked, still lying down.

"Yes now," she answered, pulling on my arm to make me get up.

I plopped back down on the bed and lay there lifeless. "Attack me," I said with a smirk on my face.

She glared down at me, "We agreed that you wouldn't let me win," she said sounding slightly angry.

"And I wont, but we have to start some how, and I find the idea of being attacked very appealing right now," I said still lying lifelessly on the bed.

She climbed on top of me and sat on my stomach. "Fine," she whispered into my ear. She then pinned my hands against the bed.

"That all you got?" I asked a smirk still plastered across my face, like someone who's Botox just wore off.

"Well you haven't done anything yet," she answered innocently.

"True," I replied before flipping her over, so that she was now pinned to the bed. She squirmed a bit trying to get out of my grasp, but couldn't make me so much as move an inch. "Want me to let you up?" I asked, seeing that she was just going to tire herself out.

"… No I can get you off my self," she said a slight smirk appearing on her face.

"Oh really?" I asked doubtfully. "How?"

"Well if I can't do it by force, then I'll just have to make you weak."

"How exactly does that work?" I asked once again confused as to what she was talking about.

"You'll see," was all she said before she in fact did make me weak. By using really no force at all, but very simple techniques. First she kissed my neck and gave me a hickey; that weakened me a little, but not near enough to pry herself my grasp. Then she kissed me more passionately than every before, that weakened me much more and distracted me from what I was doing. I was finally weak enough for her to flip me back over so she was once again on top of me. "And that's how it's done," she said, looking down at me lovingly.

Love Drunk Beyond Belief… Freddie

Well… I hope you liked it, and if you haven't read Sam's new diary entry, I advise you go do that before you forget… if you don't towels everywhere will get scratchy.

Anonymously (Yeah I don't know if that's spelled right) Random… Saxie : S