Laughing Gas Love

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

Chapter 8: a little something

Sam's POV:

After getting through with a screaming war (which I won) with the Lube-master at the front desk I took the elevator up to get to Carly's floor.

At the second floor the doors opened and two greasy looking teenage boys got in, not without eyeing me up and down and snickering to each other. Anger lit inside me. They pressed the twelfth floor button. I shifted my weight from one leg to another, itching to blow up all over them. But Carly's apartment was almost here and I really didn't want to touch two nubs that look like they think showering is just an option.

One whispered something and the other broke out in a honk and snort before composing himself. I couldn't hear it but I knew it was about me, I just knew it. My jaw clenched. The other one whispered back, they both broke out in sloppy snickers. After one dared to glance at me I snapped.

I opened my mouth to pelt them with words before I used my fists when the door made a *ding* noise, signaling we were at Carly's floor. I growled, no time, I didn't want to be dragged up to the nub-twins floor.

Then I got an idea.

I took off my right shoe and slid it in between the open elevator doors, triggering the sensors to keep the door open. I turned back to the zit-faced dweebs and smiled evilly.

A little while later, while strolling my way over to Carly's door, I was stopped by, well, who you'd expect.

"Hey Sam!" he greeted brightly, I swiveled around to face him, "What're you smiling about?" he asked.

My grin widened at the memory, "Tied to nerds' underwear together in the elevator"

"Of course you did." He rolled his eyes and laughed as I opened my way into Carly's.

"Yo! Carls! You all up in here?" I called out.

"YES!" An unpleasantly loud shriek pierced my ears from behind.

"Gah! What up with the yelling?" I turned to my brunette friend while rubbing my injured ears.

"I'm sorry! I just have great news! ME AND GRIFFIN ARE BACK TOGETHER!" she announced. I felt a sting from the memory back at the restaurant, but I quickly swallowed the rising repulsion to congratulate my friend.

"That's awesome!" I cheered giving her a hug, "But it doesn't fix my damaged ear drums!" I complained, rubbing them.

"Ooh! I can help!" An enthusiastic tech producer chimed in. I was about to ask why when suddenly all the sounds of the world were blocked from my hearing.

"What's going on!" I flailed my arms and screamed, though I only heard it at a whisper. Two cushy pads were removed and I could hear once again.

"Sorry! Just wanted to provide some ear-comfort" Fredwad hastily explained.

"Ear-comfort?" I questioned, eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, with these two-" he held up a couple packages, "-fat cakes I bought you." He smiled brightly as I automatically snatched them away and dug into the sweet puffy balls of fat.

"Holy ham, Benson! You're the best!" I exclaimed before taking a powdery bite.

"I am?" he took a step towards me, his eyes gleaming like a little boy who just discovered video games.

"Uhh…" for some reason I couldn't come up with an insult to break the awkwardness, his eyes were just too… shiny.

"But Sam!" Carly wined, pulling me away from the hypnotizing boy stare, "I've gotta tell you some stuffs!"

I sighed, knowing I was in for hours of girl talk, but a smile broke out when I realized I had two fat cakes to occupy me. Well, at least for five minutes.

"Okay, let's start with his feet and work up…" she started, but then turned to eye Fredward, "Hey… um…" I could tell she was searching for a way to politely say, get the heck outta here so I can talk about my bad-boy boyfriend.

"Get the heck outta here so we can talk about her bad-boy boyfriend!" I repeated what I knew she was thinking, cutting to the chase.

His face dropped; "If you want me to…" he sulked. I was sure he was talking to Carly, but why was he looking at… me? I got a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, like a lurch of some sort. I blame the corn dogs I ate off the ground at lunch.

The door closed and it felt like my stomach left with him. I swallowed down a glob of fat cake and tried to focus on Carly's chattering.

After about an hour and my fat cakes long gone I had to stop her.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA!" I shushed her, raising both my arms in the air.

"wearing this new belt and-" she looked at me, "what is it?" she asked, a small pout forming.

"Uh… why don't you…" I looked at the jumble of art supplies Spencer left on the table, "draw it out? 'Cause a picture's worth a thousand words, and I have a feeling you have at least a thousand left…"

"But Sam, I'm a terrible drawer!" she complained.

"What, *psh* nooo…" I lied through my teeth, "You're just… coming into your own… now get practicing!" I jabbed my finger at the blank pad of paper.

"Well… okay! I can just see it in my mind, exactly how his hair kind of curves and his shirt-"

"Don't tell me! Tell the paper!" I insisted. She got to work.

I let out a sigh of relief and settled into the couch. Flipping out my phone, I browsed through my contacts until deciding on someone worth my time… but only because he provides the fat cakes.

talk about something that ISN'T Griffin!

I texted Fredbag and waited for a response. In about fifteen seconds I get a reply:

having fun with Carly? =D

I typed back quickly.

just entertain me!

I ordered, tapping the arm of the couch impatiently. My phone vibrated.

well, I was already planning a little something…

I felt excitement jump inside me again.

a little something?

I asked.

a little something =D

I bubbled over with eagerness.

come on! tell the Sam!

His reply came quickly.

then it wouldn't be a surprise!

He insisted.

UGH!

I clicked send, waiting waiting waiting…

you'll see what it is, tomorrow at school

I sat at the edge of my seat, what was the dork up to? It better be good.

this better be good!

I spoke (well, texted) my mind.

trust me ;)

And that was it. I spent the rest of the time Carly was scribbling, reading our conversation over again and counting the number of smiley faces he sent me. Then I cursed myself for being so girly and threw my cell phone at Spencer. He screamed before hitting the ground. Yeah, it's good to be me.

I know you guys have been waiting a while, but no worries! Seriously, I'll have more time! (well, for four days at least) because school is ova and marching band doesn't start for… four days ;)

REVIEW! How do you like the new Freddie/Sam thing goin' on? What do you think Freddie is gunna do? What do you WANT him to do? Tell me your thoughts, critics, suggestions, etc. etc. Think it's unmanly to text a smiley face? Well Freddie is no ordinary man!

And don't be fooled, marching band is cool. And the saxophone is the cooliest. Totally Dry Ice.