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Sorry but this one shot is kinda long. Haha i just kept typing and i wasnt paying attention to how long it got. So in other words its a long-shot. IDK. Hope you enjoy it!
21.) Fencing: Sam's POV:
"Go Freddie kick his butt!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I don't think I've ever cheered someone on so loud in my life. Everyone in the small audience was staring at me. Some people even had the nerve to hush me. I glared at them, finally settling down on the bench. Freddie looked over at me, smiling.
His opponent, Doug Toder, shot me an annoyed look before turning to Freddie again. I booed at him loudly as I stood up again. His fellow team mates all shot me vicious glares. I sat back down again, fuming silently. I saw Freddie smile and shake his head.
Doug put the mask over his face and got his sword in position. Freddie mimicked his movements. They both brought their swords up and crossed them between themselves. I kept my eyes glued on Freddie, crossing my fingers.
It was the first time in long time that he's fenced again. He was all decked out in the fencing armor and mask. He was once again up against Doug Toder, the guy he fought last time he fenced. Spencer had introduced the whole sport to him in the first time after Freddie had complained that he spent to much time with girls.
There had been no official winner last time, since Doug cheated and pushed Freddie down, then Mrs. Benson went all crazy on him and his friends. She ran them out of the place in a blurry passion of flailing swords. In the end we figured out that the reason Freddie was so good at Fencing was because, Freddie's relatives were from this circus act where they would fence. I always knew he came from circus folk.
It was sort of my fault we were here anyway. If I hadn't been so intimidated by Doug, then I wouldn't have challenged him and Freddie to this fight. Not the Freddie had minded, much. He just didn't want to loose and quite frankly either did I. Partially because I had a bet with half the people in the audience that my dork could win this fight easily. I also had an important bet with Toder.
Anyway, we had been here at the Sir-Fence-a-lot Fencing studio yesterday when we first saw Doug Toder. I couldn't help but set up this fight after Doug got in my face. He was asking for it…
Flashback:
Freddie's fencing sword made a slight whooshing noise in the silent studio as he sliced it through the air. I sat on the bench, leaning against the wall with a fat cake in my hand. I munched happily on the pink ball of heaven. I bit into it, smiling to myself. I looked over at Freddie who was slicing his sword through the air swiftly and stuck the dummy, in front of him, on the chest. I raised an eyebrow slightly.
I had to admit, the boy had skill.
Sure it was probably the last sport that I would think Freddie to be good at, but at least he was good at something else besides computers. It eased off his level of nerd a little. Thankfully it was somewhat more interesting then computers. At least it involved swords and stabbing each other in the chest. Even if nobody got hurt in the process.
Freddie pulled his mask off in one swift movement and let out a breath of air. His brown hair, that had been getting longer these days, was matted to his forehead. I flushed a little at how attractive I found that. I turned back to my fat cake, which thankfully wasn't low fat. It just wasn't the same.
"Well I think that's enough for today." he let out a sigh. I shrugged, grabbing my checkered backpack and slinging it over my shoulder. "You looked pretty bored anyway." he smirked at me, throwing me a sideways glance. I shrugged, not saying anything. I was too busy chewing on my fat cake. Freddie began to take off his small layer of armor as I stepped toward the door.
I looked out the window of the door. It was surprisingly a nice day and only a few clouds covered the sky. That wasn't what I was really looking at though. I saw a boy, about my age, walking toward the building. He had two other guys behind him as we strolled up to the door. They all wore a deep purple coats and held swords. I recognized them as they got closer.
"Oh no, here comes trouble." I informed as Freddie grabbed his backpack, slung it over shoulder and stepped behind me to peak. I looked back at him briefly. He was once again wearing his dark baggy jeans and a plain green polo. He cocked an eyebrow in a cute fashion.
"Is that who I think it is?" he said his voice sounding slightly angry. The boy and his two friends then stepped into the door and stopped to look at us.
"Oh my. Look what the cat drug in. It's Benson." he sneered looking at Freddie. I rolled my eyes and returned the glare at him.
"It's nice to see you again Toder." Freddie answered strongly. Sarcasm colored his voice. I could already tell that this wasn't going to be pretty. Doug Toder was like Freddie's archenemy. He'd battled him before, after Spencer made him. Freddie would have won if his mom wouldn't have freaked out on Doug and his friends.
"I see you've come back to fencing again. Finally build up enough courage to show your face again after I beat you?" He said slowly walking in and throwing his purple duffle bag on the floor.
"You didn't beat me." Freddie said with a scowl on his face. "Besides, last thing I recall, I was actually winning until you pushed me."
"I guess I play rough." Toder said smiling slyly. He glanced at me. I raised an eyebrow at him. My hand formed a slight fist at my side. I badly wanted to punch him out. "You know what they say. If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen."
"It was a foul and you know it!" Freddie exclaimed suddenly stepping forward. I like seeing him get all feisty.
"I can't help that your just wimp when it comes to fencing. You have to play rough and stop being a hussy."
"Hey watch it you mangy mutt." I yelled at him, holding back my anger long enough. Doug and his two friends all looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh you're a feisty one, aren't you?" he gave me a smirk. I scrunched my nose at his lame attempt to flirt. I rolled my eyes. "That's how I like them."
"Back off." Freddie growled under his breath. I grinned smugly at Toder, glad that my boyfriend was sticking up for me. Although I could clearly take care of myself and he knew that, it felt nice sometimes. Toder smiled.
"Oh Benson, getting all touchy over your girlfriend are we?" he said in a innocent voice. I stared daggers at him. Oh if looks could kill… "Quit being such a girl about everything."
"Hey watch it buddy-" I started and stepped forward. I watched as they sort of stepped back as I glared and brought my hand up into a fist. I loved watching the fear in their eyes. "Freddie could beat you any day in a fencing match."
"Sam…" I heard Freddie whisper behind me in protest.
"Dude, I got this." I said casually. "So what do you say Doug."
"Me and Benson? Fight again?"
"Sure." I said smiling and crossing my arms over my chest. Freddie made slightly noises of protest but we both ignored them. "We'll make a bet."
"Oh, don't make a bet." Freddie said from behind me. I whirled around and quickly shot him a look that said I know what I'm doing, trust me. He just rolled his eyes.
"Fine. Me, Benson. Tomorrow. 2:00. I'll be here." Doug said quickly, grinning smugly. I wanted to wipe that smug off his face.
"Agreed." I said. Freddie scoffed. "Now what should we bet?"
"Hmm." Toder seemed to think. He then looked at me and smiled devilishly. "Winner gets the feisty blonde."
Freddie scoffed loudly. "Yeah right. In your dream." Freddie exclaimed annoyed. "We are not betting Sam."
We both ignored him then. "Fine." I confirmed. "We'll be here tomorrow at 2 o'clock. Winner gets me." I smiled and nodded, satisfied with what I did. "Freddie is gunna kick the crud out of you."
"I'd like to see him try." Toder laughed coldly. I snarled at him before hastily grabbing Freddie's hand and leading him out. He had a look of shock on his face as we left. I continued to stomp down the sidewalk, dragging Freddie behind me.
"Sam!" Freddie stopped and suddenly pulled my own arm. I stopped suddenly and was pulled into him. I fell against his chest. "Are you crazy?!"
"Oh come one Freddie. He was asking for it." I said putting my one hand on my waist while Freddie still held my other hand in his. "I wasn't going to back out of there without a fight."
"Oh yeah? Well what if I lose?" He said throwing his hand up in exasperation. My hand dropped from his.
"You wont." I promised in a smoother voice, trying to calm me fuming boyfriend.
"Well thanks to you, if I do, I lose you to Doug Toder."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Even if you do loose, I'm not going anywhere with Doug Toder. He's not taking me, not unless he wants broken arm."
"Yeah and a broken face." Freddie retorted. I smiled and patted his chest to calm him down again. I could tell he was slowly giving in though as his steam wore off.
"Believe me you'll win." I reassured. I mean I really hope so…
"Yeah you better hope so." he finally said in defeat.
End Flashback:
Finally a horn sounded momentarily. The referee clapped his hands together and walked toward the boys. I sat watching, hunched over and gnawing at my bottom lip.
"Are we ready to start?" he asked. He turned to the two boys. "Are you two ready?"
Freddie and Toder nodded in unison. They kept their swords crossed at the center, ready to fight. The whole irony of this situation was quite funny. Two boys sword fighting for my love. Even though I already loved one of them, this sort of determined who would get me. Again, even though there was no chance in me even leaving with Toder.
"Alright. Ready. Set…" the referee paused. Everything was silent as we all kept our attention on the two boys in front of me. "Fence!"
I couldn't quite keep track of the swords. All I know is that they were slashing at each other and every time they would make contact with the other sword they would make a clanking noise. I looked between the two boys, watching them dance back and forth, trying to make their move. They moved around in a circle, attempting to find an opening on the opponent where they would be able to strike them once on the chest.
Freddie advanced on Toder, causing him to back up quite a bit. My heat raced and I suddenly got excited. I stood up and clapped. "Go Benson, fence like your life depended on it!" I screamed. People ignored me this time. I watched as Freddie almost had Toder, but he blocked Freddie's hit, inches from his chest. Someone behind me yelled for me to sit down. I obeyed absentmindedly.
I bit at my nails now as Toder began to advance on Freddie. I didn't want Freddie to lose this. It was like a pride thing, on my behalf. As if to say: ha-ha, my boyfriend is the best fencer around. Odd I know. Toder's strikes got faster and Freddie's blocks struggled to keep up. I began to get antsy in my own seat.
Then Toder went for another strike, which Freddie barely blocked. He veered back slightly. He barely caught his balance only to have Toder suddenly come forward with his arm and push him over, again. I had a sudden flashback from the past, seeing the same thing happen only years back. Freddie was much, much younger and Carly was right next to me, cheering him on as well.
He fell on the matt, his sword clattering to the ground. The crowd gasped. Toder held his sword out in front of him, pointing it right at Freddie. I stood up again to see a better view. People behind me complained loudly. Freddie ripped off his mask and glared viciously at Doug Toder.
It all happened so fast. Freddie swiped his legs under Toder's, causing him to crash to the ground. His sword also fall to the ground. Then quickly Freddie was on Toder's back, throwing punches at him. Toder struggled under him, trying to get him off and defend himself from the blows of Freddie's fist. I started cheering really loudly.
"That's my boy! Go Freddie go! Hit him again! Take that nub down!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. People looked at me and some began cheering too. I looked at the women next to me as Freddie kept Toder in a head lock. "I taught him that." I announced proudly to her. She raised an eyebrow and nodded, turning away from me.
It took the referee and two body guards to pull Freddie off of Toder. I was so proud of him I could have cried. Who cares if he almost lost the fencing fight. He learned from me to just take the Sam Puckett way and just beat the crud out of him. That was enough to make mama proud. I wiped an imaginary tear.
Everyone finally calmed down. Toder took off his mask and glared at Freddie.
"This isn't over Benson." Toder declared, like the perfect villain in a movie. Then he snapped his fingers, calling his two friends to his side as they walked toward the door. "Come on guys, let's go get some French Toast."
I grinned at Freddie who sighed and then looked at me. I ran to him and hugged him tightly.
"I'm so proud, I could kiss you." I paused and looked at him. "Ah what the hell." I planted a deep kiss on his lips roughly pulling his head closer to me. I let go and smirked up at him. "I didn't know you could fight like that."
"Yeah well you learn a thing or two over the years of being around you and being the test dummy of some of those moves." he said smiling. I grinned back before socking him in the arm.
"Damn straight." I said. He rolled his eyes playfully and leaned down for another kiss.
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