Hello I am back with another chapter and I am going to respond to the reviews I have received...
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Gregthetroll: Well Sam has been doing a lot of horrible things to Freddie lately and she could tell he was about to snap and so she threw in the I love you because she knew that he knew she doesn't say that word a lot but anyways it was more of an I love you in a friendly way not in a romantic way that would be totally backwards and too soon Freddie knew how she meant it though.
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Sam's POV
It was Friday and I usually go straight to Carly's house after school on Fridays. It has also been a week since I promised Freddie I wouldn't make his life miserable. This is going to be so hard but at least I didn't promise to be nice to him that would have been the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. So I could still crack jokes at the nerd's expense, I just couldn't make mexican cheese explode in his face or embarass him in school. Well anyways since I'm coming home (carly's home) from detention I walked to Carly's by myself. I hope Freddie is there. Ew. I feel so co-dependent.
I walked into Bushwell Plaza and was forced to endure Lewbert's wretched voice screaming 'No little blonde people' in his lobby. Whatever.
I took the elevator and finally arrived at Carly's apartment and walked straight in. No Knocks. No Reservations.
"Hola peoples!" Hola? I must be picking the Spanish up from Freddie. Spencer was in the kitchen building a sculpture out of broken plates. Carly was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey Sam. Wanna see my cool sculpture? I'm building a giant plate out of little plates.
"Great. When it's done can I eat on it?" Spencer looked at me like I had 6 heads and a baby leg.
" No you can't eat on it. I'm selling it for money."
"Well aren't you brilliant?" I said this with a sour expression.
"Hey this happens to be a great sculpture that is very req-"
"Carly!" I grabbed a magazine and plopped down on the Shay's couch. Ooh, The monthly Pork. One of my favorites. Whenever I win a bet (which is often) I get the losers to buy me some type of pork from here. It's what I do.
Just then Carly and Freddie came running down the stairs. I felt a little jealous. I knew that it was stupid though. It was Carly and Freddie. Nothing was going on with them. Carly doesn't like Freddie like that and vice versa. They probably were just rehearsing for the show.
"Hey Sam," my cheery best friend and my favorite Shay said, "When did you get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago." I remained seated while Freddie sat down next to me.
He turned to me. "Hey, Sam. Reading the Pork monthly, huh?"
"Freddie." I said seriously, " It's The monthly Pork. Get it right."
"Well sorry Princess Puckett. Keep reading your Pork fiction."
I glared at him while he smirked. Wow. I can't believe we are acting like we used to. I would have thought that with that confrontation it would be awkward.
Carly came waltzing back over to us with a pitcher. Oh no.
"Do you guys want some of my special lemonade?"
I hurriedly said No.
"No thanks Carly." Freddie turned away.
Carly pouted and passed Spencer and asked him the same question.
"No thanks. Lemonade makes me gassy." Carly looked confused.
"No it doesn't. How can lemon-"
"You don't know my body like I do!" Spencer childishly turned around and continued his plate sculpture.
Carly said a feisty 'Well' and walked back to the kitchen.
Just then Spencer's cell phone went off and it started blasting the theme song for Scooby Doo.
Scooby dooby doo where are you
we've got some work to do now
Scooby dooby doo we need some help from u now
come on Scooby doo I see you
pretending you've got a sliver
you're not foolin' me 'cause I can see
the way you shake and shiver
Spencer ran out of the kitchen door to take the call and grabbed his keys. Carly was rummaging through the cupboards. When she stepped out of the kitchen she had on gloves, her hair in a ponytail, she had a bucket, and she had a towel.
Me and Freddie looked at her like she was crazy.
"Carls? What the hell are you doing?"
"What? Oh. Well you see, Sam, I started taking sculpture lessons again and earlier I got the paint that Spencer left in the cupboard in the bathroom and it was hard because it was so cold in there and I tried to paint with it and it was so-"
"Carly. Remember what we talked about? Don't use one hundred words when you can use just 30. No one listens that long."
Carly looked at me with a playful glare.
"Fine. Long story short, I put it in the microwave briefly with the top on and when I opened it in the studio it splattered everywhere and now I gotta go clean it up."
"Why did you put it in the microwave?" Freddie looked disbelievingly at her.
"I wasn't thinking okay? You guys are mean. Stop laughing at me." Carly stormed upstairs with her bucket clattering all the way up the stairs. We heard the studio door slam.
I in turn turned the TV on. Yes. I realize that I'm alone with Freddie. Yes. I do plan to seduce him. Yes. I'm making a checklist in my head. Don't judge me.
"So Fredbag? How's your love life? Ew. I never thought I'd say that." Freddie looked at me with a smirk like he knew something that I didn't.
"Why are you so worried about my love life Sam?"
"Because I'm doing a count of how many insane girls there are at Ridgeway." Sam shrugged like it was obvious.
"Really Sam?"
"Yes Fweddie." Sam talked in a baby's voice because for some reason Freddie hated that.
"Do you have to do that?"
"Do What Fweddie?"
"Is it your life's mission to drive me crazy?"
"I Wove to Dwive wu Cwazy Fweddie?" Sam scooted closer to him on the sofa until she was pushed right up against him.
"Sam?"
"What Dipwad?" Sam returned to her normal voice.
"Nothing."
Out of the blue Sam got up and plopped down on Freddie's lap.
"Sam! What are you doing?"
Freddie seemed mildly surprised.
"I'm sitting on your lap. Now rub my feet!"
"Sam. I'm not rubbing your feet."
"Why not?"
"Shall I explain why?"
"Shall you shut the shit up Shakespeare. Stop talking like that. Now be quiet and let's watch TV now."
Freddie grew quiet and Sam flipped through the channels. The room was dark now except for the glow from the TV since it was almost seven o'clock. Wow. Did she spent a couple of hours here already?
I finally stopped my channel searching at Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.
It had came on about 9 minutes ago. Good. I hated watching a movie from the middle or the end.
About an hour into the movie I began to feel something drawing me towards Freddie. I had to touch his shoulder. At first it was just an innocent little touch but then I started to squeeze his biceps and Freddie didn't move, as I could see him in my peripheral. Then as Freddie started to squirm I became paranoid. Did he want me to move? Then Freddie did something I didn't expect. He wrapped his arm around my and squeezed my butt and pushed me closer to him. Sam was so shocked that she whipped her head around to him. He made that sexy face where he lifted his eyebrow at her. I felt shivers go down my spine. In the good way. I suddenly realized that he knows what game I'm playing and surprisingly he wants to play too.
Omni. POV
Sam shifted around as if she were trying to get comfortable. Freddie surprisingly pushed Sam off of him and made a move to lay down and once he was comfortable he grabbed her and draped her over him. Before they drifted off Sam was thinking about the fact that Freddie never answered her question. In less than five minutes they were both sleep.
That's the position that they were in when Spencer returned after his mysterious phone call. That's the position that they were in when he called Carly downstairs to see the odd sight. And that's the position that they were in that caused Mrs. Benson to freak out like the maniac that she is.
Okay that's chapter 2 and no the journey's not over yet. No Sam and Freddie are not a couple. Sam and Freddie are very stubborn people. You'll see what that means later. As indicated by the rating this is an M story so beware because It's a good possibility that this will have lemons and limes. There may even be limes in the next chapeter. Who knows. ;) Review please I can't please you if I don't know how you feel. That's what she said. I have a very dirty mind.