Freddie's POV
We talked for ten minutes about nothing and everything at the same time. It was very nice to just sit there and talk to Sam. When the dinner arrived she attacked the food whilst I chuckled. I watched her for a while; she noticed me and stopped eating. Getting her composure back, my former personal torturer cleaned the sauce out of the corners of her mouth looking embarrassed. I never saw Sam Puckett look embarrassed before… that was… pleasing. However wasn't my intention to make her let her guard up again, so I started to attack my food just like her. It worked, because the pretty blonde in front of me giggled.
"Benson… stop embarrassing me!" she said between giggles.
I laugh and we both started to eat more politely. I thought about my situation with Sam the whole time we were there. In the end, I decided not to talk about her feelings or the night at the lock-in, at least not today. It was better not to push my luck with her.
"So princess Puckett… Are you enjoying the night?" I crossed my fingers mentally.
"It's pretty nice… so far" I knew she was afraid of what would come next.
"Oh… well, just so you know… it's about to get better!' I smirked.
My plan was working. Cause I had a plan. A master plan! That would get her to agree on going out with me again. At least I hoped. Sam finished her meal and excused herself to the ladies room. Yep… she said it… "ladies room"… weird right? I asked for the bill while she was away. I don't want her to see how much I've spent. The waiter brought me the bill and my eyes went wide for a bit. He offered me a sympathetic smile. That place was too expensive… but it was worth it, I was having one of the best nights of my life with Sam. Speaking of the devil… as soon as the waiter left she returned to our table.
"Shall we princess?" I stood up.
"No dessert?" she asked a little disappointed.
"Yes dessert… just not here. Come on!" I grabbed her hand and our coats.
As soon as we're inside the car she turned to me with a doubtful look.
"Did you pay the bill?" she was suspicious.
"Yes Sam. I did" she actually offended me a little bit "do you see someone following us?" I looked around for a bit. "No! Me neither" I started the car.
We talked about how awesome the restaurant was the whole way. How good the food was. How good the service was. Everything.
"So? How much did you spent?" I knew she was preparing herself to ask me that.
Sam looked a little shy… which was something new for me. Sam Puckett was everything but shy, especially with me.
"A gentleman never pays the bill and spreads the word. Don't worry about it. I still have money for the dessert"
"I'm not worried about that. We don't need to get dessert. I just don't want you spending too much money with me" What? Why? I looked at her in shock.
Sam asking me not to spend money on her? Where did that came from?
"Sam listen…" I thought about a better way to tell her that I wanted her to be herself "I'm not stupid to think that you are suddenly changing your ways, especially with me, so don't do that. It's not what I want at all. I want you just the way you are, nothing more, nothing less. The Sam Puckett I know would never worry about how much money I've spent with her, and that's the Sam I asked out. That's the Sam I want"
She looked at me for a little while, like she was analyzing me. I shuddered a little bit. Then she turned around and looked out of the window.
"So? Where are we going now?"
"It's a surprise"
"I hate surprises Benson! I already told you that" that was the Sam I knew.
"Well… and I already told you that this one you're going to like" I assured her once again.
As I parked in front of the Groovy Smoothies I noticed the look of confusion in her eyes.
"Come on" I opened the door for her.
That was the final part of our date, the one I've been working on, everything depended on it. The dinner was just the opening; the show was just about to begin.
"The Groovy Smoothies?" she turned to me "this is not a surprise"
"The surprise is inside Puckett!" I dragged her inside.
T-Bo had decorated the place just the way I planned. A few days ago, I've been around the iCarly website, under an alias of course, and talked with some "seddie" fans. I found out that our official color was purple, so I had an idea. In the middle of the Groovy Smoothies, was one single table. A rounded purple table. In the ceiling were a few white Christmas lights, making it look like a starring sky. Our table had a candle in the middle, decorated with violets; everything was simple, yet beautiful, just like Sam. I didn't want to be too mushy, because that's Sam we're talking about, but a little romance can't hurt right? Talking about Sam… Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. I smiled and dragged her to our table.
"Benson…" she stopped as soon as she saw T-Bo dressed like a waiter.
I pulled a chair for her. She looked beautiful in the low light. T-Bo made a sign to assure me everything was going accord with the plan. He brought us a snack.
"An opening" he placed a bowl full of donuts, cupcakes and cookies of many kinds, in front of us.
"Ma'am" he addressed to Sam and went back to the kitchen.
She looked around to make sure we were alone, and sighed in relief when she realized we were. Only God knows what I had to do to get T-Bo to close the Groovy Smoothies for us on a Saturday night.
"Freddie…" I don't think she could find words to describe her feelings.
"Eat. Enjoy our snacks" I offered her a cupcake.
We ate in silence for the first five minutes, and then she finally talked to me.
"This is unbelievable"
"In a good way?" I asked her eagerly
T-Bo turned on the stereo. I made a playlist for this especial night. The first song to play was All I Want Is You by U2. A little tacky, I know, but it's a classic.
Freddie's playlist
Music 1# (U2 – All I Want Is You)
"Yeah… in a good way" she smiled at me widely for the first time, tonight.
"Good"
"So… how much did you actually paid for all of this?" I hated that she kept asking me that.
"Stop worrying about money and enjoy the evening okay? Let me take care of the rest" I told her trying not to sound annoyed.
"Okay" she nodded.
We kept talking for a few minutes, about things in general, nothing especial. Just random stuff; like iCarly and school. She told me her mother was in fact being "a mother" after the therapy they had together. Pam was actually improving her motherly skills. Good to know. I felt honored that she was talking about her personal issues with me. Things only Carly knew. That had to mean something, right? Anyway, she told me about her mother. That was not a subject Sam liked to bring to a random conversation, which meant she trusted me. And I trust her.
A/N: Hey you guys! I'm finally free from college! Tests are over! And I'll be updating very often now! I know this is a short chapter… but I just got back from celebrating our last text and I'm a still hammed! Anyways I hope you like it! I'll shut up now!