I just finished Sealed With A Diss and didn't see the boy-fast coming! I also believe Massie is just so full of herself. I would make her the bad guy, but I want her to figure out she's self-centered and find something wrong with her. Sorry it took so long to update. I was in New York!
Sam hated being the first one awake because she had nothing to do and no one to talk to. She stared at the others for their deserved amount of time. First Massie. "Massie Block…" She whispered. Next Carly. "Carly Shay…" Then Freddie. "Fredward Benson…" She stood and went downstairs.
"Oh hey, Sam. When'd you get here?" Spencer said, building his new sculpture for Ridgeway's "No Gum" policy.
"I slept over." Sam shrugged. "Hey, what's with all the used gum?"
"Oh, you know how kids aren't allowed to chew gum at school?" Spencer sounded excited. "But they do anyway. Principal Franklin, he comes to me because he saw some of my sculptors on iCarly, and he told me to make a sculptor of a HUGE desk to let the kids stick their gum on instead of under desks in class! Cool right?"
"Awesome. No more gum duty!" Sam couldn't count the multiple times she had to scrape the disgusting chewy treat.
"Yup! I'm gonna spell 'PUT IT HERE' in this gum." Spencer smiled that crazy way he did. "Do you love it?" He pointed to the huge purple desk behind him.
"It's awesome!" Sam clapped her hands together. "Hey, can I have breakfast here? My mom is going on this freaky diet and all we have is flavorless rice and water."
"Oh, sure, not like you aren't always here." Spencer laughed to himself.
Carly woke up and yawned looking around. "Sam?" She asked. "Where are you?" She mumbled and walked downstairs. "Hey, Spence, you seen Sam?"
"In the kitchen." Spencer called, of course getting himself stuck in the gum.
Carly looked a bit confused, but kept walking. "Hey, why didn't you wake me?" She mumbled.
"You were just so outta it, I didn't want to wake you." Sam smiled.
"Ha-ha." Carly rolled her eyes. "I guess this is payback for Sunday."
"Nah, I'm over that." Sam grabbed some chicken out of the fridge.
"Sam, you know you have to warm that up."
"What's your point?" Sam had already shoved her face.
"You could get sick." Carly said. "That chicken had mold."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Tastes pretty good to me."
"Sam!" Carly grabbed her. "This is not safe. You could die."
"I'll be fine." Sam coughed and walked to the school. "I need to go to school early."
"Why?" Carly asked.
"Because I have a test in Science and I need to get the answers out of Mr. Henning's desk." Sam said casually. How could they not know that?
Carly smiled, and shook her head. "But tell me if you start to feel sick."
"Okay." Sam sighed.
Massie stood at her locker at Ridgeway. Did Gibby see her video? Would he forgive her for using Sam's song? She was already tired enough from tossing and turning last night. Massie lifted the can of Sugar Free Red Bull to her mouth. "Sam!" She called when she saw her.
"What?" The blonde girl narrowed her eyes, still not forgetting the whole dork experience.
"Have you seen Gibby?"
"No, but you know what I want to see?" Sam pointed in the air, thinking aloud.
"What?" Massie looked hopeful.
"Not you." Sam walked away.
"Sam, wait!" Massie called.
Sam spun around. "You know why I'm not gonna wait?" She asked.
"Because I called you a dork?" Massie giggled.
"No." Sam said calmly. "It's because I already do enough for you. I let you borrow my clothes, let you be on iCarly, saved your life twice, wrote you a song to help you win back a guy that won't even talk to you, and now you want me to wait?" She glared down at the little seventh grade preppy – finally someone was shorter than her! "So where's my thank you? You call me a dork, you accuse me of stuff I don't do, you promise me something, then you back out of it not even twenty-four hours after. What am I going to do with you? Tell me, Massie, have you ever been hurt?" Sam paused. "Physically?" Massie bit her lip. Did Sam mean this? "Of course, if you're spoiled that rotten, you probably don't even know what that word means. You may have been the star at your school, but here? You're lucky you're stuck with me or else someone would beat on you. Gibby wouldn't have ever liked you. You would've never made it even close to a star performance. And I would be happy. You don't like mama when she's unhappy." Sam walked away after that.
Massie felt alone, but for once she was glad. It felt good being able to clear her mind. Spoiled rotten? That couldn't be true. Massie Block was perfect in every which way. But… was it wrong to think that about yourself? Was it wrong to think everyone was lower than you – which in her case everyone was – because you are prettier? Did anyone else find the thought bizarre? Massie grabbed her PalmPilot and cringed at the INs and OUTs.
Current State of the Union:
IN:
Sam's wrath :(
LBRs :(
Thinking of others :0
Spoiled Massie :(
OUT:
Bubble baths
TPC – forever :(
Thinking of myself :0
Spoiled plants
Sam couldn't believe her karma. Did that chicken really get her so sick? She heaved into the trash again. "Samantha Puckett! Report to the nurse's office immediately!" Ms. Ackerman shouted worriedly.
"No, I think I'm almost done." Sam shook her head and barfed again.
"Oh my god!"
"Sam!" Two familiar voices entered the room.
"Carls, I think I'm sick." Sam forced before vomiting yet another time.
"Oh no! You didn't lick another swing set!" Carly bit her lip.
"No…" Sam coughed. "The chicken."
"Freddie, call the hospital. Sam could have food poisoning."
"Food poisoning isn't this serious." Ms. Ackerman put her hand in her mouth.
"She could have something worse…" Freddie muttered.
"I'll be fine." Sam mumbled. "I just need a sick day." She clutched her stomach and bit her lip.
"Call Massie and tell her to get Sam's homework." Carly told Freddie who nodded.
"Kids, I will handle this! I am an adult." Ms. Ackerman said.
"Shut up!" Sam furrowed her eyebrows and walked out the classroom, Carly and Freddie close behind.
"Sam, you have to rest, or else your symptoms could get worse." Carly called, but Sam couldn't move if she tried. "Freddie wait here with her, I'll get Massie."
"Wait! Carls, don't leave me with a dork!" Sam shouted, but it was worthless. Carly was gone.
"Do you have any idea how this could've happened." He felt her head for a fever, which she quickly removed with her hand.
"I ate some chicken Carly said was bad." She mumbled.
"Why?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Cuz it tasted good." She rolled her blue eyes. Freddie smiled.
"You should be fine. It's just backing up on ya." He chuckled.
"Like I said." Sam reclined on the lockers, Freddie following. It got quiet. That same awkward silent part they had had in all their conversations this week. But this time there was no walking away from it.
"So…" Freddie started, with no intentions of finishing.
"I hate this part." Sam mumbled.
"What do ya mean?" He looked at her.
"These awkward moments we have. It's so dumb." Sam didn't know how to explain it. Why was it awkward? Shouldn't friends be able to have a normal conversation without the awkwardness?
"I understand." Freddie sighed, looking forward. "It's just weird we haven't been able to talk normally since…" His voice trailed off.
"What?" Sam laughed, obviously not catching the drift.
"Since… the kiss." He shrugged.
"Oh yeah… that…" Sam mumbled, obviously blushing.
Massie's and Carly's eyes widened when they heard the secret. They silently squealed and let the moment soak for a while. Then they walked in, Massie trying to act frantic. "Sam! Are you okay? I heard you were sick." Massie squeezed her arm.
"I'm fine." Sam sighed tugging her arm away. "Why does everyone keep asking me that?"
"Because we're worried about you." Carly laughed.
"Yeah… so, who wants to ditch this place and get some smoothies?" Sam clapped her hands together. There was a chorus of yah's.
Sam sighed and sat on her yellow beanbag. She had nothing to do. "Hey, Sam, can I talk to you?" Carly came in.
"I dunno." Sam shrugged. "Can my best friend in the world talk to me?" Carly smiled.
"Okay, you'll hate me, but I overheard your conversation with Freddie." She replied.
Sam shrugged. "Whatever." She had conversations with Freddie multiple times.
"So… you guys… kissed?" Carly spoke in a low voice, probably hoping Sam couldn't hear too well.
Sam choked on the popcorn she had, but she disguised it as laughter. "What?" She chuckled.
"Seriously, Sam! When? Where? Why?" Carly smiled.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Sam spoke with fake enthusiasm.
"Sam!" Carly frowned.
"What?" Sam followed.
"Did you or did you not kiss Freddie?"
"Hey, people. I heard my name." In walked said tech-nerd.
"Right on time, Benson." Sam muttered.
Carly grabbed Freddie's arm mercilessly. "Great, you'll tell me." She groaned.
"Tell you what?" Freddie raised an eyebrow.
"I heard you and Sam talking. Did you two kiss?" Carly shook him violently, more so than Sam.
"That's the most insane thing I've ever heard." Freddie raised an eyebrow in what looked like genuine confusion. Sam was impressed with his ability to lie like that. Like… Sam!
"Then how come you said you did in the hallway?"
"I meant the incident where she said I didn't kiss anyone. We apologized and everything got weird for some reason." Freddie shrugged. "Can I hang out here? My mom is going sterile again." Carly was speechless.
"Fine by me." Sam shrugged. She felt a familiar vibration in her pocket.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Wasn't that sooo clever of Freddie 2 do that?
SAM: Not U again.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Seriously that was cool of him, lying 2 the love of his life 2 keep ur dirty little secret.
SAM: I wouldn't say that.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: What would U say?
SAM: IDK maybe "Wow Fredward can lie. I didn't know he could do that."
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Soooo… ur impressed?
SAM: I guess.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Bye!
Sam slapped her forehead. Why would she say that? That creep would probably rearrange her words and text Freddie. Then he'd get even creepier. "Ha-ha, Sam." Freddie rolled his eyes, phone in hand.
"It wasn't me. It was the same skunkbag that text me just then." Sam groaned.
"Well, what's with the quotes then? They never do that."
"I reply with words. They rearrange words. Make em look like they're mine." Sam grabbed her bag and left.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: U luv Freddork.
Sam didn't even bother with a response it wouldn't do anything but annoy her more.
Carly looked at Freddie befuddled. "What was that about?" She asked.
"Hey, you're alive." Freddie put his hands in the air for a sarcastic celebration.
"Who was the skunkbag?"
"I can't explain now. I gotta go." He replied, shoving his phone in his pocket.
"But I thought you were hiding from your mom." Carly smiled; she had him now. He'd crawl slowly into her trap and spill the beans.
"I am, and this is the first place she'll look." Freddie stormed out the door, just as Sam had moments ago.
Carly thought. There was DEFINITELY something fishy going on between them, and it wasn't just because Sam had fish sticks for a mid-afternoon-pre-snack. There was going to be some seriously crazy iWin A Date coming up. "Man, we haven't done that in a while."
Massie sighed and lay on the old bed in Sam's room. She had gotten used to the broken glass, smell of gravy, and tattered sheets. "Yeah, I hate it too…" She complained to Alicia.
"They can't take away Massie Block's alpha status! They are total LBRs! I don't care if they're web celebrities! You need to find yourself a group of even cooler kids who'll be your group. They can be TPCS." Alicia was quick to sympathize.
"What?" Massie asked.
"The Pretty Committee Seattle." Alicia informed. "But they can never take the place of the original PC!" She rapidly added.
"Come awn, you guys could never be replaced. You're my BFF!" (A/N: IDK if BFF is as old as jinx, I just used it. Ownage :P)
"Ehmagawd! Why don't we come visit you!" Alicia cheered.
"Can you come to Ridgeway?" Massie was about to bite her already short nails again, never getting her hopes up. Seattle had ruined it.
"Puh-lease! I could go to the moon if I wanted." Massie knew she was rolling her eyes.
"Get Claire, Kristen, and Dylan on a jet ASAP!" Massie sat up.
"On it!" Alicia hung up, and Massie was alone again. What would Sam do to her? Would she live to see another day? Massie was distracted by a doorbell.
"Hello." She opened the door. "Oh, hello, Freddie." Massie smiled. Well, well, well… what would Sam's archenemy be doing at her front door?
"Is Sam here?"
"Maybe. Why?" Massie wasn't going to make this easy for him.
"I have to straighten something out." Freddie replied, looking at his phone.
"Straighten what out?"
"There's a small problem we share that we can fix together."
"What?"
"See these?" Freddie pulled up a text message conversation on his PearPhone. Massie saw Dylan's number. "We're going to report them to the FBI."
"Wait!" Massie called. "That's my friend's number! I set them up to it!" She sighed, admitting defeat was never easy for her.
"Why?" Freddie furrowed his eyebrows. "What would these texts have to do with you?"
"Its just… Sam's unhappy, Freddie." Massie wrapped her arm around his shoulder. "She really, secretly, never-gonna-admit-it likes you. I'm serious."
"Oh god, not you." Freddie rolled his eyes. "Sam and I are friends; we probably always will be-"
"Fine, fine. Just answer this question honestly." Massie waited. Freddie nodded. "Why did you two freak out when I asked who your first kiss was?"
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
"No. But I will tell you a very believable lie." Freddie smiled.
"Then I'll keep pestering you guys about this."
"Then I'll call the cops on you."
"My friends will bail me out, and I'll call the cops on you for spying." Massie smirked victoriously.
Freddie groaned. "Fine, I won't lie." Massie waited. "Bye." He waved and walked away. "And I take it Sam isn't here."
Massie groaned and slammed the door. She had to redeem her alpha status immediately or else she would… EXPLODE!
So… that's it for chapter seven! I hope you like it. Again, I'm sorry I didn't post it soon enough, I had writers block on this and was attacked by plot bunnies. PS: Erin- funny review. :P Okay, reviews are very welcome. Bye! Gonna go take a nap!! :)
