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Carly fumbled to put the makeup on the unruly blonde, who was dodging every attempt to be beautified.
"Ugh, Sam!" she exclaimed for the last time, backing up from her chair that Sam was sitting in and jumping out of. Carly stomped her blue-wedged sandaled foot and huffed indignantly.
"Don't you want to look nice? There's trillions of hot bo…" Carly realized what she was saying and coughed. Sam looked away. Sam had lied, years ago, saying that she was over it.
She wasn't.
But Carly didn't need to know that.
"Erm, yeah, I know…but still. Dressing up is for weenies. No offense, Carls." She said in a last attempt to save her last ounce of pride. She crossed her arms and looked deliberately at Carly, her blue eyes somewhat intensifying in the lighting of Carly's bedroom. Carly gulped uncomfortably. She then realized that Sam did seem somewhat over it…and smiled.
"Don't you want to look hot for 'em? Eh? I bet you a million dollars that Samantha Puckett wants to look all dolled up! ...And none taken!" Carly smiled wider as she singsonged, her brown eyes shining with mirth at Sam, who unbeknownst to Carly was a bit pained from this conversation.
"Haha, you'd lose that bet, Carls." She said, rolling her eyes and putting her neon-orange Converse high-tops on Carly's makeup table. Carly looked visibly pained.
"Sam…c'mon. Wait, first get your feet from off the makeup table, and second…I'm going to make you look sexy. You promised this summer that'd we'd both look amazingly sexy all year round. And that includes at pool parties, Puckett." Carly tapped her foot expectantly.
Sam glowered at the table. "Fine. But I'm not gonna like it." She huffed, crossing her arms tighter and shutting her eyes, hoping she didn't look like a clown.
Five hours later (yes, five hours) Sam and Carly trudged down the stairs and smiled at Freddie. Well…Sam glared.
"This is SO stupid." She muttered, shifting under her yellow summer dress. It had white flowery prints around the hem, and moved when the wind shifted. Her orange Converse was long gone and was replaced with white gladiator sandals, which she wiggled her toes in. Her eyes had been intensified with black eyeliner and mascara ("Waterproof, don't want your pretty little eyes to look like a raccoon's after you get out of a swim, now do you?" Carly asked, putting it on after a few more protests.) And she had nothing else but light pink lipstick. She felt beautiful…but of course, no one would see such in a Puckett. Beauty was for Shays (she tried to ignore the fact that she won thousands of beauty pageants.) and it should stay that way. She stomped her foot and fiddled with her (now straight, thanks to Carly, and put into a beautifully swept up-do) hair, and slammed open the door.
"Fredward Benson!" she exhaled, looking like a bull-dog (albeit a pretty one) with her snarl. Freddie almost thought that snarl was reserved just for him, until she did the same one to an unsuspecting Spencer. He shrieked like a girl and ran back into his room. (Poor guy.)
"Y-Y-Yes, Sam?" he stammered, walking up right behind her and trembling wide-eyed like a doe. Sam scoffed at his pathetic-ness.
"Go start the car. Now." She said, turning around and glaring up at him. She made sure to glare extra hard. He being a whole foot taller than her didn't make him stronger than the Samantha Puckett. She raised an eyebrow to confirm this. He nodded warily and went off to start the car. She smirked victoriously, turned around, and went to catch up to him.
Carly…Carly didn't know what to make of what just happened. "One mini-makeover and then they act like a hormonal gurf gone wild." She mumbled, grabbing her keys, purse, and three towels. She shut the door and locked it when she was done, rolling her eyes. "Let the chaos begin."
Hopping into Freddie's century old Volkswagen, Carly slid into the back with relative ease. "Yonder to Ian's birthday party, Freddie my man!" she exclaimed good-naturedly.
Freddie smirked and nodded at her and started the car. Sam huffed.
"Anytime now, Freddathong." she said, crossing her arms and putting her light-blue and red French-tipped pedicured (Carly was shocked too) feet on the dashboard with ease. She smirked at the name. "I dunno about you, Fredly, but I like the new name. It fits you."
Freddie scowled and started to drive off.
It never takes them that long to blow up into an argument.
Just grab some non-important thing that just might be the slightest bit controversial and no doubt about it-
They'd be on the opposite sides of the spectrum.
And they'd argue about it.
It was whether the tomato was a fruit or not, now. Carly didn't even bother after two minutes into the fight. She just stuffed her headphones into her eardrums and started to fall into a deep slumber with the music.
"LISTEN, DORK. TOMATOES ARE A FREAKING FRUIT. DON'T YOU WATCH SCIENCE VIDEOS AYMORE, ASSHOLE? AREN'T YOU SMART ONE? HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW THIS SHI-" Sam never got to finish before Freddie barged in with:
"GOD DAMMIT PRINCESS PUCKETT, A TOMATO IS A VEGETABLE. YOU'RE THE DUMB ONE; YOU SHOULD AT LEAST HAVE THIS SINGLE FACT STUCK IN THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL. YOUR THICK, THICK SKULL."
Freddie was red from screaming. His hair was awry from running his hands through it angrily so many times, and his lips were even redder than they were before from biting them excessively. His cocoa eyes were more defined and harsh, and his jaw line was protruding angrily. He looked...dare Sam say it, hot. As if Carly and Sam shared minds, they both nodded (Carly was unconscious, at the moment...but it still counted, right?) Sam leaned over to him once they reached a stop light.
"Y'know, Freducation, you look pretty damn hot when you're angry." Sam said, winking at him and laying her head on his shoulder. He shrugged her off and Sam tried her best to not look hurt.
He already rejected her, anyway.
"...I'm sorry, what? Weren't we JUST having an argument?" Freddie said, puzzled. He raised an eyebrow at her, quizzically. She rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow back.
"Yes, Captain Obvious, we were. Your point?" she asked, smirking and twisting a lock of her long blonde hair. She loved frustrating him- mentally, emotionally...sexually. Even though she got rejected, she didn't want to stop the playful flirty banter they
had begun to start before the incident. That'd just make her cry.
Freddie sighed audibly. He didn't even want to comprehend what was going on in that blonde wacko's mind. So he stated the truth as the light flashed green with a smile.
"You don't look so bad yourself there, Puckett. Not bad at all, actually. Getting all purdy for Ian Baxter?" he asked, speeding up a bit. He stopped looking so flushed out, so only his red lips and messy hair was a remnant of the fight they just had.
Sam soaked in the compliment and punched him (playfully) on the shoulder accordingly. She tried to ignore the urge to hug him. He smiled back, one of his signature half grins he usually reserved for Carly.
Usually.
But maybe if she played her cards right...there'd be a special smile for Sam Puckett too. JUST Sam Puckett.
"Ian Baxter is a tool. Momma doesn't date fools like that. It'd be like dating Jonah all over again." she chuckled. Jonah...that asshat. She didn't even give her reply a second thought. Ian was an idiot not worth her time, no matter how cute he was.
Freddie nodded in agreement. Seeing as how Carly was asleep, Sam had relaxed, and there was about 40 minutes left until they made it to Ian's mansion, (see? Total tool, no?) Freddie saw it as a perfect opportunity to ask.
"Uh...S-Sam?" he asked. He was aware about how this conversation could go, and he didn't want it to end badly. After a second to gather his thoughts, he blinked and looked at Sam.
She stared back, mumbled "Keep your eyes on the road", and yawned. "Hmm? What, Freddicini?" she asked back, blinking at the dashboard silently.
When'd it get all heavy in here? Freddie acknowledged. He sighed and kept on driving.
"About what happened, 2 years ago-"
"CAT STUCK IN A TREE!"
"Sam! I was about to say something that might damage our friendship or potentially make us closer and you're worried about a-"
"THERE IS A CAT IN THAT TREE, FREDLUMPS!"Sam shrieked for the life of her and held back a huge grin when Freddie stopped the car.
"Well? GO SAVE IT, THERE'S NO TIME TO WASTE! WITH HASTE, MY BOY!"
Freddie scrunched his nose in confusion and he began to step out the car.
"With haste?" he said, starting off towards the evergreen oak tree.
They were parked in front of Seattle's most prominent and popular park, Oakland Rowdy. There were tall, long, beautiful majestic trees all around the park, and scattered yells of overzealous children, running around widely, without a care in the world.
Sam missed that.
But there are wayyy more important things to worry about right now, Sam! She thought to herself and wide-eyed, threw open the sickly orange car door and tuck-and-rolled out. She ran over to Carly side and grabbed her frail body, smiling at how light the brunette was for a millisecond, and was super close to getting her in the front seat when (gullible) Freddie had started trudging back, visibly pissed.
"SAM! ...SAM? WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH CARLY? S-SAM!" Freddie was only ten steps away.
Samantha Puckett ninja time.
Sam smirked and shuffled Carly into the front seat neatly, putting her seatbelt on and making sure her hair looked perfect. She grabbed Carly's Strawberry Star tinted-lip gloss and put some n her lips and looked back for a last check. Carly looked fabulous...as always.
"Mmm...Thanks, Sam. You should really look into becoming a-" Carly dozed off again. Sam rolled her eyes and shut the door and stealthily opened the back seat, slid in, and checked her hair. She glanced at her purple waterproof watch.
Five seconds.
She smirked victoriously as Freddie slid back into his seat, frazzled and ridiculously pissed off. Sam's smirk got a teensy bit wider. Seeing Freddie angry was almost as good as hoping he'll give me a confession of love...Sam thought. ...Almost.
Freddie wordlessly started the car. After a few turns and stoplights, he finally glanced at her from the rearview mirror.
"There was no cat, was there?"
"Nope." Sam replied with a cheeky grin. Freddie groaned, but after a few minutes, he smiled.
It was around 12:48 when they finally were able to find Ian's mansion, (Poor Freddie had to use Google Earth eighteen times) and when they did, Freddie and Sam's jaws dropped in awe.
"Whoa." they said in unison, as Freddie stopped staring and put his attention back on the parking lot.
...Eighteen minutes later (Well, actually five, but Freddie was irritating Sam with his "Parking lot, parking lot, parking lot.." mantra- and even after he was parked IN the parking spot, they were already too deep in an argument to notice.) they both hopped out of their respective seats and went over to the front seat where Carly was still sleeping. Sam and Freddie turned to each other. Sam put her hands on her hips, tapped her foot, and raised a blonde eyebrow. Her blue eyes looked more piecing in sunlight - and the way her hair framed her angular face made her look like an angel - but he knew she was as conniving and sly as a snake. ...One of the sexiest kinds. He chuckled.
Freddie crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow back at her. He looked like a devil-may-care type of sexy today, with his black t-shirt and black trunks. His brown hair wasn't in his usual floppy Fredly way - it was tossed about and left to be, making Freddie look like some surfer dude. He had on sandals - black ones (he insisted) and he just looked incredibly sexy. Sam giggled. Then she scoffed in disbelief. What, he's got me giggling now? She thought, making an incredulous look. She snapped out of it a second later and went back to staring at Freddie.
Teenagers were all walking to the mansion, some (mostly all) scantily-clad or in obnoxious swimming trunks. Gibby...had a Speedo on. ...A pink one, with spaghetti noodles on it, no less.
The two didn't expect anything less.
It took about five more minutes until they realized how intensely they were staring at each other. Sam blushed and opened the car door.
"Uh...y-you go set up. I'll wake up Carly." she averted his gaze, figuring it was embarrassing enough blushing.
Freddie, not fully realizing how intense that stare exactly was, just nodded absentmindedly and went to the trunk to grab the black bag. He got it after a few seconds of searching and grabbed it. With a small nod to Sam, he began to walk over to Shane and Wendy. They waved at Freddie and he smiled back in response.
Sam glanced on for a few more seconds, sighing in admiration (freely and openly since Carly was asleep...and snoring) at Freddie until he was just a black dot in the crowd. She sighed.
"Okay, Carls! We're here!" Sam clapped her hands in mock joy and started to shake Carly.
"Huh? W-What? JUVIE, AGAIN ? NOOOO, MY APPLES!" Carly flailed like a dying fish and shouted obscene things as Sam tried to calm her down.
"C-Carly CALM DOWN!" Sam sputtered, trying to cool her brunette friend down. Sam blinked for a few minutes.
"OH. Err...CARLY, LOOK, IAN BAXTER! HE'S TOTALLY SHIRTLESS...AND FLEXING!" Sam yelled. ...for the second time that day, she had to resort to her ninja skills and grabbed Carly. She secured her in her arms and started to drag her across the pavement to the mansion.
Carly spazzed out and flopped out of Sam's grasp, landing on her badonkadonk. Her shiny brown hair was strewn about, some hairs sticking to her shiny red lips, and her yellow sarong had fallen off, revealing her light blue bikini. She sat on the pavement, legs outstretched, lips puckered, and hands supporting her weight behind her back. Carly didn't look like a train wreck.
She looked like a model.
Sam groaned at the whistles and come-hither glances Carly was getting from hot boys. Even when in the most embarrassing situations, Carly came out looking sexy while Sam came out looking...beastly. No wonder he chose-
"A little help here, Sam?" Carly meekly asked, waving her milky-white arm. Sam nodded and helped Carly up and picked up her things from off the floor. She started walking, shuffling to the sway of the music to the mansion while Carly followed suit, tying her yellow sarong to her waist.
A few minutes later they were in front of an ivory colored mansion the size of the United States of America.
Yes it was that big.
A beautiful green lawn with a white stone fountain in the middle became home to big crowd of teens, laughing and drinking and dancing and having an insanely good time. Sam looked for the pool, but couldn't find it.
"Does the Baxter's have a special room just for pool parties, or something?" she asked. Carly giggled and shook her head.
"Nah, Freddie's probably in the backyard. I hope." Carly added, and took Sam's wrist. They trudged inside the home (...after about a trillion steps) and opened the grand doors, looking inside.
It reeked of beer and Ivy League.
Toilet paper was everywhere, along with beer bottles, glitter, and vomit. A dog pissed right into a vase filled with dead white roses on the dark hardwood floor. No one was here - it was a ghost town.
Sam swore she heard a babycrying in the distance.
"Are you sure this is Ian Baxter's house, or Kesha's?" Sam slyly asked, smirking wryly at the music in the background. (Blow, by Kesha. Go figure.)
Carly smirked in return and raised a brow. "Dunno, wanna check the bathtub?"
They both laughed and started to walk to the backyard, which they both hoped was clean and pristine like the front lawn was.
It was.
Several orange and green cabanas were surrounded by a black hot-tub, where two teens were already getting cozy. Carly nodded a little, taking note of this. There was a mini-bar and restaurant on the patio, where a man was flipping burgers and making drinks while another man was shouting and writing orders down. Sam's mouth watered at the sight. There were plush orange lounge chairs in a corner in a line - right where the sunlight was. Teen girls were already lying down on all of them comfortably, tanning and reading magazines to their hearts content. There was a large cabana in the middle of it all, with a TV and extra food.
The best part?
The Olympic sized swimming pool was craftily snaked around all of this lavishness, as the cabanas, the hot-tub, everything except the patio - was on a raised concrete platform. There were study stepping stones in the pool, so everyone could get around. The biggest area of the pool had slides and diving boards.
Everything looked perfect.
"Must be nice..." Sam said slyly and hopped onto a stepping stone, on her way to the main cabana to find Freddie.
Carly went onto a stepping stone, on her way to Wendy and Shane at the restaurant and mini-bar...where Ian Baxter also happened to be walking to. She groaned.
She took her phone out of her purse and sent a text message to Sam and Freddie:
'Meet at the main cabana at 5. We can prep for the iCarly show, k? Hve fun u 2!
Xoxo, Carly ;)'
She shut her phone. Today...was going to be a really fun day.
Wait. Carly paused, smirked, and picked her phone back up again.
'Ian Baxter wasn't flexing at all, was he?' she texted to Sam, waiting to be disappointed with the answer. A few seconds later, Carly heard a ping. She flipped her phone open, read the text and rolled her eyes. "Of course. Crazy blonde."
'Nope. ;)'
LOL I LOVE Sam.
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