Laughing Gas Love

Disclaimer: I don't won iCarly

Chapter 9: Conclusion

Sam's POV:

The day after Carly announced she was back together and perfectly in sink with Griffin, they were in a fight. Apparently he was supposed to call her or he stole her dollar… I'm not sure, I wasn't listening too well. All I could think about was Freddie's "little something", what did that mean? Was it a present? Was it a BIG present? I shuffled my feet under my desk; no way was I lasting any longer. He better give it to me after class.

I looked over at the clock, five minutes left. Come on… come on…

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" I bellowed, catapulting out of my seat.

"Ms. Puckett, sit down." Grumbled Mister… uh… history teacher. I never took the time to know him but apparently he knew me. He didn't need to look up to know it was a Sam outburst.

"Just go home and take a nap gramps, I know that's what you want to do! I'm outta here!" I sprinted out the door a moment after hearing him mumble,

"It's true."

I made my way over to Freddie's locker and planted myself down in front of it. I'd just camp out till his class was over. Not a present-giving moment to waste!

That sweet sound came: *BRRRRRRING*, and not a moment too soon. I shot up to standing, fidgeting wildly with excitement. I spotted Freddie coming around the corner and that only increased the twitching. He saw me too and stopped in his tracks for a second. He looked confused and a little frightened. I realized that it was probably because I looked like I was gunna eat him or something so I calmed down just a bit and shot him an expectant smile. He seemed to relax from that and continued the rest of the way to his locker.

He came up towards me but went directly to opening the door. I let out a little frustrated whine. He laughed and rolled his eyes but didn't look at me, "I knew you weren't going to last much longer" he commented. I just growled. He glanced at me and gave an apologetic smile.

"Come on Benson! Give it up!" I commanded.

He let out a defeated sigh and closed his locker door. He faced me, "Alright. I wasn't exactly planning on doing this now but-" I saw nervousness flash across his face. I waited, intent on what he was going to do. I was starting to think it wasn't just a package. He cleared his throat, "Do you remember… at the dentist's office a while back… how we… you know?" he looked down at his shoes for half of it. I swallowed my gum. What was this about…?

"Uh… yeah…?" I was now officially uncomfortable. I was content with not bringing that up.

"Well, after, as we were leaving the office, we made an agreement." He continued. My eyebrows scrunched together in question. Then it all came to me in a flash. All I had been so determined to hold back about that day. My eyes got wide in shock. What was he planning to-

"I'm just following through on what I promised to do." He practically whispered. His face was about three inches from mine and I could feel his hot breath send goose bumps down my back and arms. I couldn't think in the haze of his closeness. I could barely breathe. My natural instincts were telling me to get myself out of there, but I couldn't make myself do it. I didn't want to do it.

His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips a few times before he followed through with the inevitable. The rush of emotion made me buckle at the knees, but I didn't fall. Mostly because he pulled away so fast I didn't have time to. My eyes lazily pealed back open to look into his. He gave me a crooked smile as I tried to relax myself. I bit at my bottom lip to get it out of the pucker position. I couldn't make myself say anything to cut through the silence for a long time before the question ate me alive.

"Was that it?" I asked.

He looked at me a little flustered. A hand went to the back of his head and he ran his fingers through his hair, "Well I didn't bring you a gift or anything…"

"No." I cut him off, "Was that the only kiss?"

His head shot up in surprise at me. I grinned at how good I was at getting a rise out of him. A wave of confidence came over him and he kissed me again through his smirk.

*A WEEK LATER*

I ripped another page out of the stupid furniture catalogue and worked on my fourth paper airplane. I pulled it through my fingers with an expert's precision till I was satisfied then gave it a steady toss. It cut through the air perfectly and embedded itself in the overly fluffed afro of the dude sitting in front of me with his back turned. I chuckled victoriously to myself. All four had made it in and were attracting the inquisitive stares of a lot of eye-wandering people in the office. I reached for the supplies again but a hand gripped my wrist.

"Come on Sam, that's enough." Freddie begged, his doe-eyes globbing guilt all over me.

"Aw, come on! How else am I supposed to pass the time while Carly is getting her face drilled?" I whined.

He thought for a second, then a suggestive look gleamed towards me. "Well we could…" his eyebrow raised playfully.

"In a dentist's office?" usually I wasn't the modest one here. But, come one, there were people watching. Although… that did make it more exciting… "Let's do it."

I pushed the palms of my hands together and he did the same. I brought this up and put my hands (still in a "praying" position) next to his. I gave him a challenging smirk. I loved the slap game.

Just as I raised my weapon I heard the doctor come up behind me. "They're ready, if you would please…" he motioned towards their rooms.

I huffed. The only thing I loved more than making out with Freddork was inflicting violence on him.

"Alright, you go to Carly's and I'll go check on Gibby." Freddie told me.

"Whatever." I grumbled getting up. He caught me by the arm and turned me to face him for a second.

"Don't think this is over!" he pointed his finger towards me and smiled. I don't know why he kept playing. I've won ever single slap game we've done. The guy must get some sick pleasure out of being abused. I laughed to myself and made my way down the cramped little hall to find my brunette friend.

"Carls?" I asked, turning into her room. She wasn't in the chair. I scanned the area, checking the room number twice more in confusion.

"WHAT THE-" I heard Freddie belt out. I immediately ran farther down the hallway to find him. He was still standing in the doorway of Gibby's room. I pushed him out of the way and was met with a heart-stopping surprise.

Carly was crouched down, still leaning over the dentist chair, but she had her head turned to us. She looked like a deer caught in the head-lights. Her face was turning pink but I could almost see the laughing-gas fog in her eyes. Gibby was in still lying back on the chair, grinning from ear-to-ear and looking at the ceiling. He had his shirt off but still had the dentist bib on. He also had Carly's shiny lip gloss smeared across his mouth.

"What do you guys think you're doing?" I screamed at the abominable sight before me. Then when the ridiculousness hit me I hit the floor laughing.

You know what? I was starting to like the dentist's office!

DONE! Yaaaaaaay! Hehehe, how'd you like it? Yeah yeah, I've gotta say, I've got a soft spot for Cibby and I thought it would be funny to have a repeat of the first chapter like this. Plus you got a taste of Sam and Freddie as a couple. Did you like it? What did you think? You can't really give me suggestions, well I guess you could, but I'm done with this story so…

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