"Well I'm Carly."
"That must make me Sam."
"And we hope you enjoyed the show."
"She's Kidding."
"Yea we don't really care." Carly laughed.
"She's kidding."
"She's right."
"See ya."
"Bye."
"It's been fun." Carly said moving closer to the camera.
"Hasta luego." Sam said with a wave .
"Okay and we're clear." Freddie smiled putting his camera down on his cart. "Great show guys, the bit with the bobbing for pork chops was great."
"Yea Sam always knows how to make meat entertaining." Carly smiled.
"Yea if only she would have let me near one." Gibby said with a pointed look in the blonde's direction. When Sam didn't respond with violence or even a smart remark, all three teens looked at her with a weird expression.
"Sam?" Gibby tried.
"Sam!" Carly yelled waving a hand in front of the girl.
"Huh?" She replied distractedly, while taking a drink of her peppy cola.
"What's with you, you've been distracted all day."
"No I haven't."
"Yea you have, at school you walked right past the five bucks one of the girls on the soccer team dropped, you showed up for the show ten minutes late, and Gibby just looked at you all pointedly, and you didn't even hurt him a little."
"Yea what gives?" Gibby asked. Sam sighed not knowing what to say, she knew this whole Freddie thing was starting to get to her, and she hated it, she especially hated that she was letting it show to the world.
"Nothing gosh what are you guys FBI or something."
"I think it has to do with your cr.." Carly immediately stopped at the look Sam was giving her. "I'm in the mood for lemonade, how about you guys?" She asked while walking over to the door.
"I here you make some great lemonade." Gibby said following her.
"I'll meet you guys down there in a sec." Freddie stated while continuing to wrap up some cables. Sam moved back and sat on the studio's window seat. Taking another sip of her soda, she stared out the window, trying to get control of her thoughts, when she suddenly felt something warm next to her."Hey."
"Hey." Sam replied distractedly, not wanting to look him in the eye.
"You ok?" Freddie asked placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Off" He quickly drew back his hand.
"So you going to tell me what's been going on these past few days?"
"Nope."
"Didn't think so." He laughed. Turning his head he saw the smiled that played on Sam's lips before it quickly disappeared, he smiled at her will to keep her tough front. "So, what's on the agenda for tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow night?"
"Yea you know for our…" Freddie, luckily enough caught himself before he said the word date. Thank god he didn't have a death wish, besides it wasn't a date was it? "It's Thursday." He finished lamely.
"Oh yea, I was thinking maybe I would bring a couple of classics The Mangler Two, Carrie, The Exorcist, maybe some Friday the 13th."
"Sounds good, oh and I have a surprise for you." This really got Sam's attention, and she made the mistake of looking him in the eye, those eyes which played terrible tricks with her mind.
"Can I eat it?"
"Of course." Freddie said knowingly.
"You know mama well." Sam laughed.
"So well." Freddie smiled bumping his shoulder into hers. Sam froze with her eyes casted down, as Freddie recoiled not knowing what possessed him to do that or say that especially out loud. "Sorry sometimes, my body…it just, I have these ticks."
"What your mom's tick baths not working?"
"Í told you I don't get those anymore." Freddie said shuttering at the memory. "Besides I meant ticks as \in movements.
"Relax nub I know what you meant." The room grew quiet, as Sam made a move to stand up.
"Wait, can I ask you a question?"
"Was that the question?" Sam smirked, causing Freddie to roll his eyes.
"Sam."
"Alright alright, calm down, I forget how sensitive you are." She laughed ruffling his hair. Freddie swatted her hand away with a small smile.
"It's about this whole N.E.R.D camp thing." Sam immediately felt her mood begin to turn bitter. " I know Carly seems to think it's a really great idea, and my Mom surprisingly reacted pretty calmly about it, she only cried for about an hour, but I want to know what you think."
"Why would you care what I think, isn't Carly's approval enough to send your little geek heart into over drive?"
" One I care about what you have to say just as much as Carly, two Carly doesn't make my heart feel anything …in that way anymore, three you're…you're..one of my best friends…on most days." He added with a smile. Sam felt her heart do that annoying flutter thing, that happened in all those dumb chick flicks Carly made her watch. "I just want to know if you think it's a good idea or not." Sam felt his gaze on her face, and it made her feel something she absolutely hated…vulnerable.
"Yea." She said standing up, walking to the door."
"Wait, yea?" Freddie asked following her.
"Yea, what part of yea don't you get?" She asked annoyed reaching for the door handle.
"Sam wait." He said moving in between her and the door. "Yea I should go or yea I should stay?"
"Yea you should go, what did you expect, did you think I wanted you to stay?"
"No I just thought…"
"Go be with your kind, I need the break anyway."
" Okay." He replied after about a minute of them having a staring match, which Sam refused to lose. As he stepped out of her path, Sam heard him sigh softly. During their staring match she swore that she saw something in his eyes a moment before he moved.
Disappointment.
No it couldn't be, why would he..he's not. Whatever it was it made her feel guilty, and she hated guilt, it bothered her appetite, which is why she was glad she never really developed a big conscience. Sam quickly left the room, and Freddie soon followed suit.
"Hey what took you guys so long, I was getting worried." Carly said looking back at the steps.
"Sam was just helping me clear a few things up." Freddie stated while grabbing his jacket.
"Wait your going, what about your lemonade? Sam walked the rest of the way to the couch taking a seat next to Carly.
"I'll take it to go." He said walking around to the table.
"But we always have post show lemonade." Carly frowned.
"I know, but I really want to get to work on that camp application." Carly noticed that Freddie said this in Sam's direction, and she also noticed that Sam refused to meet either one of their eyes." So I better go." he said now looking to the brunette.
"Ok well good luck with everything."
"Yea man, I hear chicks at N.E.R.D camp are hot!" Gibby exclaimed
"From who?" Carly asked.
" Sorry ladies no can tell."
"You haven't heard anything." Calry laughed shaking her head.
"Have too!"
"Have not."
"Have too."
"Okay you guys enough." Sam said finally speaking. Gibby and Carly both quieted down, giving the blonde a surprised look. "Who cares what Gibby's heard, if he did hear it, it's most likely not true anyway."
"But…" Gibby quickly shut up at the death glare Sam was currently sending his way. Seeing Freddie looking at her and his presence next to her , suddenly added fuel to her burning fire. "And you out!" Freddie just stood there with a dumfounded expression.
"Sam."
"Just go!" She stated more forcefully than before. Shifting his backpack Freddie picked up his glass of lemonade.
"Thanks Carly, I'll see you guys tomorrow at school." Carly nodded with a smile, watching as he left the apartment. Something is diffidently going on with those two, and I'm going to find out what it is."She thought as she watched as Sam angrily sipped her lemonade.
…
"Hey."
"Hey." Freddie stated surprised while looking up from his laptop.
"What, its Thursday right?" Sam asked at his surprised expression, as she entered his room, tossing her backpack on the bed.
"Yea but I just thought…"
"What?"
"Nothing never mind." Freddie said turning back to his computer. "Wow it's already 9:15? This application was more extensive than I thought; I haven't even taken my shower yet." He said while standing up. "Did you want to go first?"
"No I'm good I took one before I left." He nodded.
"Ok I won't be long, you can pick out whatever you want to watch, I picked last time." Sam nodded watching as he left the room, she hated feeling awkward around him, but this was the first time they had spoken after their whole talk and her kicking him out at Carly's, and if he didn't want to talk about it, that was fine with her. Hearing the water begin to run, Sam shrugged off her jacket, tossing it on the bed along with her bag. Walking over to Freddie's desk she looked at his computer screen seeing his application up she became curious. She noticed that Freddie had forgotten to confirm his submission. Instead of pressing yes, she pressed the back button. Looking towards the bathroom door she got an uneasy feeling.
"Hey Benson!"
"Yea?" She heard him call back.
"Uh…what time is it?" She asked lamely, not coming up with anything else.
"I don't know; maybe check the alarm clock sitting on my desk." Sam rolled her eyes. Knowing Freddie she had approximately 20 minutes before he emerged from the bathroom, he couldn't help but to repeat as the bottle instructed. What a nub she laughed to herself. Sitting down at his desk she scrolled back up to the top.
"Question one: Name." With her finger on the delete key, Sam looked to the door one more time before some unknown force, pushed her finger down, and she watched as the words Fredward Alan Benson, quickly disappear off the screen, and she replaced them with Freddie Fish-tickler Benson .Whatever the force was it caused Sam to at a recorded paste delete each one of Freddie's answers, replacing them with her own. Arriving to the last question she froze hearing the water turn off, she quickly scrolled down all the way down, pausing before pressing send. Making sure the application went through, she quick closed the page and shut down his computer. Jumping up from the chair she grabbed her bag, turning as she heard the bathroom door open.
"Did you pick what you wanted to watch?" He asked coming into the room towel drying his hair.
"Uh yea I'm in the mood for some Jason." Freddie nodded.
" Hey I don't see you eating, what's up with you?"
"Nothing, I'm going to change." Sam said, walking into the bathroom. Closing the door she looked at herself in the mirror. "Get it together Puckett, you've done way worst." But not matter what she said she could get that annoying feeling in her chest to go away. Once back in the room, Sam found a box on the bed with her named one. "What's this?"
"Don't you remember, I told you yesterday that I had a surprise for you." Freddie smiled sitting down next to the box. "Here open it." Sam eyed the box wearily, before tearing off the paper. Inside she saw a small index card tape to another box which read Straight from Bolivia, in Freddie's handwriting.
"No way." She smiled opening the second box. Freddie smiled at her excitement, there was just something that made his heart swell knowing he had crated that expression on her face. "Bolivian Bacon!, how…where…why?" Sam asked all at once not letting the smile drop from her face as she took a bite of the precious bacon.
"I know a guy." He shrugged, grabbing the movie and putting in the DVD player. "I know things were a little weird yesterday…" He began not meeting her eyes. "But I'm glad you're here." He said now looking at her with a smile that felt like a punch in the gut. Freddie turned to turn off the light, and joined her on the bed. At some point the movie played, she finished off half of the bacon, and he made his bed on the floor starting the next film, but all the while all that was running through her mind was, What did I do.
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I try to add little pieces iOMG and iLMM in to the chapters, because I still want them to be included even in little ways. Did anyone catch the reference in this chapter? If so let me know!
I hope you enjoyed, the next chapter things are going to get juicy or as some like to say the Sh!t hits the fan! The episode iCant take it will come into the picture.
You know what happens now, review…please and thank you.