Sam got home at about 1 AM that night. After leaving the Groovy Smoothie, Freddie and her hung out at his place for a while, playing video games and joking around with each other. Finally, Freddie's mom insisted she leave.
"Mom, at least let me drive her." Freddie argued under his breath.
"Freddie! No. It's almost 12! You can't be out driving on the streets this late!"
"Oh, but she can walk?" Sam laughed and shook her head as she listened to them bicker.
Marissa lowered her voice, "Have you seen her fight? I'm scared for your safety when she's around. She's like a rabid animal. She could attack you at any minute." Sam smirked at Marissa's comment. "She'll be fine." Then she turned to Sam, "Goodnight, Samantha."
Freddie frowned.
"Night, Ms. B. Night, Frederly." She casually strolled out the door.
When she left the Bushwell Plaza, she hung out in the park across the street from the apartment. She needed to think, and she was most relaxed when she was swinging around on the tire swings, even if it was pitch black. Then, she headed home. It was safe to say that Sam was pretty content with what happened that night.
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On her wooden dresser, Sam's phone vibrated, notifying her that she had a new text. Lazily, she got out of her bed to retrieve it.
It was from Freddie. Did you make it home alright?
Quickly, she sent a reply back. Don't get your anti-bacterial knickers in a twist, Frednub.
Apparently worrying ran in the Benson family. Well it's good to know you're alright. :P
She smirked at his fearful tendencies. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, but I'm tired, so quit bothering me.
Sam almost drifted to sleep while waiting for his reply. Goodnight, Sam.
The blonde set her phone down beside her bed, and flicked off the light. She wouldn't have any problem sleeping tonight.
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"Yo!" Sam said to Carly as she stepped in her best friend's apartment.
"Hey Sam." Carly turned away from the computer, excited to see Sam. "So... what happened last night?"
Sam shrugged nonchalantly, and walked over to the fridge to grab a Peppy Cola.
"Come on. We both know something happened." Carly smiled, trying eagerly to coax the truth out of her.
"Nah. Nothing major. I just beat Freddie up a bit. You know. The usual."
Carly rolled her eyes and giggled. "You should really be nicer to him."
"Don't try to guilt me into anything, Shay."
"I wasn't, I was just saying that Freddie is such a good friend and-"
"CARLAAAY!" The girl's conversation was cut off abruptly by Spencer yelling.
"WHAT?" Carly shouted in reply.
"COME HERE!"
"FINE!" Carly walked out of the living room to see what her older brother was up to.
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Fifteen minutes later, Carly was still attempting to help Spencer. He'd gotten himself stuck inside the stairwell. Sam, on the other hand, stayed at the apartment. She sipped Peppy Cola and scrolled through the comments on the iCarly website, until Freddie walked in.
"Hey Car-" He stopped mid-sentence, seeing Sam sitting at the computer, "Oh."
Sam turned around, "I'm not Carly, dipwad. Sorry to disappoint you."
Freddie shrugged. "I'm not disappointed."
"Whatever." Sam faced the computer, still scrolling down the page of comments.
"No, really," Freddie started, "I had fun last night."
"Yeah, me too. I love spending time with you and your wacko mom." She replied, her voice oozing with sarcasm.
He completely ignored her rude comment. "Are we really going to pretend like last night didn't happen?"
"Yep."
"Come on, Sam. I told you I like you."
"Yeah, well I still stand by the fried chicken thing." She paused. "Seriously. If Carly asks, nothing happened."
He smirked. "Or I could tell her about your playlist, and how you admitted that you loooove me."
"Don't you dare, Benson."
"Why? It'd be great revenge for all those things you've done to me." He chuckled at how angry she'd become.
"I'll kill you."
"I could totally fight back myself."
"Oh, a challenge?" Sam questioned cockily, "You really think you could beat me in a fight?"
"I could pin you. Easy." Freddie stated.
Sam was visibly irritated. "You could not."
"I could." With one quick movement, Sam was on the ground, with Freddie kneeling above her, holding her wrists to the floor. "Told you." He grinned.
At that very moment, Carly reappeared at the doorway. "Um.. What's going on here?" She demanding.
"Nothing!" Sam defended, pushing Freddie off her. "Get off me, Freddifer!"
Carly still stood in the door frame, looking at them suspiciously. "Well... what happened last night?"
Neither Sam nor Freddie answered her.
"We're best friends. Best friends tell the truth." Like always, Carly was going to guilt them into telling what happened.
Freddie looked away, signaling that it was Sam's turn to make up an excuse.
"I made Frednub buy me a smoothie, and then we played Call Of Duty."
Carly raised her eyebrows, not completely believing the story.
"And we just talked and stuff." Freddie added.
"Talked about what?" Carly questioned.
"Oh.. You know.. Just stuff.." Sam attempted to come up with something.
"Yup.. Stuff.." Freddie chimed in.
"Boring stuff."
"We didn't talk about fun stuff at all."
Carly cut them off angrily. "Why won't you tell me what happened? What was so important on that playlist?"
Sam and Freddie shrugged simultaneously. "It was just a playlist of memories." Freddie said.
"Memories like...?" Carly coaxed.
"I dunno..." Freddie looked away, running a hand through his deep brown hair. "Like... first kisses and stuff..."
Suddenly, Sam punched him hard in the shoulder. "You weren't supposed to tell her, dipwad!"
"First kisses?" The peppy brunette questioned, ignoring Sam's abusive behavior, "Oh, you mean.. your first kiss?" She gestured at Sam and Freddie who were standing side by side.
"Pretty much." Sam stated. "Then Fredlumps decided to get all romantic and tell me that he likes me."
"So are you guys, like, dating?" Carly wondered.
"Nah." Sam stated simply. "I can't be seen dating this nub. I have a badass reputation to maintain."
Freddie paused, then looked down, oddly hurt. "...I gotta go..." He left the room abruptly.
"Sam!" Carly scolded once Freddie had left. "Why would you say that? He really likes you!"
"Eh. Who says I like him back?" The blonde acted like she didn't care, and walked over to the couch, flopping down on it. "Plus, dorks don't have feelings anyway."
"This is no time for jokes!"
Sam rolled her eyes.
"Go apologize! Right now!"
"Whatever." She got up off the couch, heading over to the Benson apartment.
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I know this chapter was probably hard to follow, so here's a recap: Carly asks them if they like each other, Sam denies liking Freddie and teases him, Freddie feels hurt, and the chapter ends with Carly forcing Sam to apologize. Thoughts? xx