'AND THAT IS THE QUESTION'
Chapter Seven: A Mother's Worry
Weeks turned into one whole month.
So far, the bickering between Freddie and Sam had gotten worse as time progressed. Even though they were still dating. Old habits die hard.
"Why am I even dating you?" Freddie replies, with bitterness.
"Dork." Sam spits out.
"Demon." he spits back.
Spencer and Carly Shay would just watch in silence, as the two argued, bickered and fought. My, how they fought each other. Dominance was one reason. Sam was the dominant one in the relationship. Freddie wanted to be the dominant one, but could never overcome his fear of the rambunctious blonde. He was weak.
Their emotions were like that of a roller-coaster. Some days worse than others. Carly feared the bad days would get nothing but more bad.
Their best friend had come to the conclusion that her two friends just weren't made for dating each other. Loving maybe. But certainly not dating. Especially now that they had gotten over the whole "fluffy and gooey romantic" phase. Thank goodness.
But, which was worse? Them fighting constantly? Or making out with each other constantly?
When they spent time alone, it was... almost... war.
"ARRGH!" Freddie screamed out.
"ARGH yourself Benson! You're the one who messed up my life!" Sam screamed back.
"You are SO IRRITATING!"
"Why don't you go write a BLOG about it? Since your really good at that!"
"Why don't you go eat something. The only thing you're good at!"
"Oh BITE ME!"
No matter who was present, no matter where they were, no matter what time of day it was, no matter what the petty disagreement may have been, they argued. Like old times.
Sam would slap Freddie in the face, he would slap hers too. Pretty soon, the both of them would be involved in a never-ending slap war. Sometimes, fists were used. Sam's fists, not Freddie's. As he was raised to be gentleman. His mother did something right. Actually, that was the problem, his mom.
Which is how he turned out so "perfect".
He kissed her, without any sort of warning. She kissed back, enjoying herself for just a short while. After pulling away from each other… guess what? It started all over again. The fighting.
"Seriously, why are you such an idiot?" Sam would complain.
"I'm an idiot?" Freddie would question, frowning.
"Yeah. You ran around, like a little puppy dog after Carly. Only to be kicked aside, to the curb. For three whole years."
"I can't believe you still won't get over that!"
"You think it's easy to forget? You think I LOVED watching you, only to find myself falling for you instead and knowing you'll NEVER feel the same way?"
"Maybe if you SAID something, I may have stopped."
"Come on Freddie! Be realistic. You can't just 'stop' having a crush on someone."
Sam stands up, and walks to the door, but before leaving she turns to face Freddie with a very tiny amount of hurt on her face and in her voice.
"Take it from someone with experience."
The door slams. The Shay apartment goes quiet. He's left alone, to think about what he actually said, and also what she had said back to him. Once again, 'Mama' was right. Not that he'd give her the satisfaction of knowing that she was. That would be really stupid.
The next day, Carly was sitting on one of the beanbags and playing with her cell phone. Sam was clicking around on Freddie's laptop, probably finding another good pizza recipe.
"No, no, no, no!" Freddie exclaims, rushing inside to the studio. "Sam, why is the screen blue?"
"I don't know." The girl replies, shrugging.
"You crashed my computer now?
He pushes her away from it, and begins typing madly. With a frown on his face, and focused concentration, he doesn't see what's coming next. All too suddenly, Sam has pushed him to the ground, and the two wrestle each other. Again. While arguing about how "rough" Sam is and how "pretentious" and "girly" Freddie is.
Carly just shakes her head sadly, also a little amused at the same time, and dials Gibby's phone number. It's only the tenth time in two days that they've 'blown up' like this. Getting up, she walks out of the room, leaving the two friends, squabbling.
A rainy day in Seattle. Of course. Spencer Shay was about to go out and see his new girlfriend, Vanessa Twinkletoes. But upon hearing Sam and Freddie shouting at each other, like there was no tomorrow, he stopped outside the Benson apartment door and pressed his ear against it.
His sister would frown at him if she saw him doing this. Mainly because he, himself, had made his little sister promise, that she would not (under ANY circumstances) meddle with her best friends' dating life.
"Why are you being like this?" Freddie voice shouts.
"What the heck are you going on about?" Sam voice replies, angrily.
All of a sudden… S M A S H!
Oh, thought Spencer. That did not sound good at all.
"That was my mom's favorite vase, Puckett!"
"Man UP for a change, Freddie!"
"Man up? Man. UP? Sam! She's going to KILL me!"
The man walked away, hoping that the two would resolve their differences and make up. Make out, would be better. He smirked, despite the yelling still going on in the background and made his way to the elevator.
Later, when Mrs Benson got home, she found two things in her apartment. One: her best vase, smashed into pieces and laying on the floor. And two: her son lying on the couch with a blonde girl. As soon as the door swung closed behind her, the two teenagers stirred. The blonde was… Sam?
Marissa was in shock, and began shrieking at the top of her lungs.
"WHAT THE YUCK? AND WHAT HAPPENED MY FAVORITE VASE! WHY IS IT ON THE FLOOR, SMASHED TO PIECES?"
Freddie stands up, not noticing Sam falling to the floor, then getting up and brushing herself off. The boy's face shows a definite fear while addressing his worried mother.
"Mom! I didn't think you'd be-"
"Home so soon? Oh yes, I wanted to check in on my little Freddiekins. Good thing I did too!"
"Freddiekins," Sam laughed behind her hand, until Freddie gave her a stern look. And then faced his mom.
"Seriously mom? The nickname? I'm seventeen!"
"Not yet, young man! Now you march yourself into your bedroom right now. I'll go get the anti-bacterial spray."
"But mom-"
"No buts. Go. And… erm… Sam… you may go home now."
"Oh Mrs B, come on. Be cool. Your precious 'Freddiekins' and I are dating." Sam responds, waving her hand around carelessly.
"Well. That's a reli… WHAT? You and Fre…" Mrs Benson cuts herself off mid-sentence and turns around to face her son, with a serious and incredulous expression on her face. "Tell me, Freddie. Tell me it's not true! Tell me you're not… da-dating this girl."
"It's not true." Freddie replies, quickly, earning a glare and folded arms look from Sam.
"Thank you!"
A beat of silence passes them.
"It's true."
"Freddie!"
"I'm sorry mom. But I love Sam and she loves me. That's all there is to it." He shrugs and gives a little smile, even Sam has to give a little smirk now.
Marissa Benson shook her head slowly, deliberating on what she should do about it all. Then, she pushed the blonde girl toward the front door, opened the door and shoved her out, slamming it behind her and then walked back over to her son and pulled him in the direction of his room. Probably to apply as much anti-bacterial spray to his body without suffocating him with fumes.
Mothers. We would be lost without them. Really. We would.