The update was kind of late. I'm sorry but here it is! Chapter 20 :D
Chapter 20
I glanced back and saw Sam still staring at the huge piece of meat between her hands.
She must still be wondering why I did so.
(Technically, I did that to mess up her reasoning so that she wouldn't know what I'm up to.)
Sam the overly meat-obsessed blonde-headed demon.
I laughed at the thought as I walked down the driveway.
Before anything ever happened, I would cringe at the sound of her name, or even cower at the thought of her. But now, she's very... amusing. Yeah amusing.
The air was very chilly and I had to button my jacket up to keep me from the cold.
I walked down the block and turned at the next corner for Bushwell.
I walked for a couple of blocks and noticed that the stores started to put up decorations for Christmas.
A lot has happened and Christmas was already at the corner.
I looked up to the sky which was already dimming, and then the street lights started to flicker open.
I resumed walking down the road and then my phone began to vibrate erraticaly in my pocket.
I pulled my PearPhone out and checked the caller ID.
It read Jed.
"Yep?"
"Uh Freddie, something's come up."
That didn't sound too good. I found a bench and then sat down.
"What is it?"
"We are going back to the island."
"Why?"
"Being with you is fun and all but..."
"But what?" I asked.
Jed sighed.
"... being your bodyguard and at the same time a prop isn't really something in my job title."
He was right. I was being selfish.
"I'm really sorry Jed. I didn't mean to be like that."
"It's cool Freddie, I've been through that and believe me I know. That is why I told you to never change."
I felt really bad, I didn't realize that I was starting to be selfish. Just trying to meet my own demands and not caring about what other people felt or thought.
"But I still used you guys."
"Cut the crap Benson, you've come a long way man. Man up and finish it."
He was right.
"Thanks Jed."
"Yeah yeah, since we are leaving soon, wanna come over and spar a bit? You know, just to complete your training."
"That'd be awesome! I'll be there."
I clicked my phone shut and placed it inside my bag, I double-checked myt jacket and then tightened my backpack.
I then bent down to fix my shoelaces.
I got up and took a deep breath, relaxed myself and then sped off toward the twins' hotel.
Jed was a big man, but he taught me moves that would take advantage of a person's size no matter what the build.
John on the other hand taught me how to fight with multiple assailants.
It was grueling, but it was worth it.
"You gave me a hard time there Benson." Jed chuckled.
"But apparently it wasn't enough." I replied and then we both laughed.
I was lying down on the floor and exhausted.
I looked up and checked the wall clock and it was already 8:30pm.
Oh chiz. I totally forgot about Carly. She's gonna freak.
I immediately got up from where I was laying down.
I was in the twins' suite, it was big and spacious with carpeted floors and luxurious furniture. It also had a huge terrace which we used as a training ground.
"Going so soon?" Jed asked.
"Yeah, I forgot that I had to be at Carly's place today."
"Ooooooohhhh, good luck with that." Jed answered sarcastically.
I immediately grabbed my stuff and ran for the bathroom to take a quick shower.
I took off my training wear, a white Dougi, (a japanese training suit for various japanese martial arts ex. Judo, karate-do, etc.) and my belt.
After taking a shower I waved the twins goodbye and bolted out the door.
I rushed back to Bushwell. I got up the 8th floor and then yanked on the Shay's apartment door.
"I'm so sorry Ca-"
I saw Carly sitting on the couch with Sam and Spencer was nowhere in sight.
"-arly..."
Carly turned her head and greeted me but Sam didn't even take her eyes off the tv.
They were watching girly cow reruns, Sam was slouching on the couch with her feet spread out on the coffee table with a plate of ham on her stomach.
"Hey Freddie." Carly greeted.
"Yo." I answered back simply.
"You're not mad?" I asked.
"Nope, Sam kept me company..." Carly said and turned to face the T.V.
I felt relieved, at least Carly didn't get mad.
"Well that's good, I'm really so-"
Carly cut me off.
"...which brings me to the question."
"Ham. Sam. Did you give it?" Carly pointed to the ham on Sam's belly but her eyes never left the tube.
"Uh... Yes?" I answered.
"Why'd you give her ham?" Carly asked again but still not budging from her spot and Sam clearly ignoring everything.
"It's because I took her ham?" I answered again in a form of a question.
Then Carly got up, crossed her arms and then stared me down.
"That's what I don't understand! You snatch Sam's ham and then replace it? With this!" Carly half-screamed.
"The nub likes me." Sam commented while chewing on her ham.
"WHAT!" Carly finally exploded.
"Jeez Carls! It was just a joke!" Sam instantly retorted while getting up from her seat, she set the plate full of ham safely on the coffee table.
I shuffled closer to the two.
"It's true..." I muttered.
I didn't know why I said it, but I did. I had to take it back.
"WHAT!" It was Sam's turn to freak out and I find it kinda funny.
"...that it was a joke." I added.
"You have to let me finish first before you react Puckett." I shot back sarcastically.
"Nyeeeh" Sam said sitting down in a slouched position. Sam took the plate of ham and began munching again.
Carly just stood there in confusion.
"Whatever it is going on between you two, I do believe that I have a right to know!" Carly shouted and left the couch.
"Nothing is going on!" Sam and I simultaneously answered back.
Sam and I exchanged looks.
"FINE!" Carly shouted and went upstairs stomping her feet.
We stayed there glaring at each other, waiting patiently while anticipating each others movements.
Sam slowly put down her plate and slowly stood up not letting her gaze stray from my eyes.
She shifted her weight suddenly, which told me that she was about to strike.
I held my hands up.
"I did not come here to fight Puckett." I stated in a very calm tone.
But knowing Sam, she would ignore all words and do what she wants.
She lunged forward. I rolled my eyes as I stood still waiting for the flying Sam to bring me to the ground.
I braced for impact. Within seconds, Sam's shoulder connects with my stomach, bringing me down instantly with her on top of me.
She sat on my stomach while she held both my arms.
I couldn't retaliate, I was too tired because of the training with the twins and my muscles all felt like mush.
I tried pushing her off but it was no good. I totally forgot how strong Sam could be.
"Listen here Dorkerella. Whatever it is that you are cooking in that nerdy brain of yours, just give it up. Because momma always wins."
"Yeah, momma totally won when I flipped you on the couch." I said very sarcastically and then grinned at the furious Puckett.
Without any warning, Sam got off and put my left arm in an arm-lock.
I tried hard not to scream, I desperately fought for my arm.
"Just tap dorkerella!" Sam said with a smirk on her face.
She grunted and placed more weight on my arm.
I use my free arm to remove one of Sam's legs from my neck, and then in one fluid motion I swung my body to the right so that the hand held by Sam was now positioned vertically(my left hand.).
But since I was in a bad condition, Sam effortlessly placed me back into the arm-lock.
The pain was back and Sam was wrenching my arm more than ever.
I was about to tap out but then the front door suddenly opened.
"Gibbeeeeehhhh~"
It was Gibby! The hilarous round kid who was also my friend.
The door closed shut and Gibby walked in while holding a smoothie.
Sam looked at Gibby.
"Uhhh" Gibby said.
Sam immediately got off of me and went toward Gibby, she then held him by the shirt and motioned a punch.
"Don't hurt me! I'm just a Gibby!" Gibby said and shielded himself from any possible blows with his arms.
Sam let Gibby go and threatened him once more before going to the stairs.
"You got lucky this time nub."
Sam said slowly and threateningly and then ran upstairs.
I was still on the floor, I couldn't get up because my hand still hurts and the rest of my body still aches from the muscle stress.
"What are you doing down there?" Gibby asked as he waltzed into the living room.
I glared at him and gestured my whole self.
"How about helping me up?" I said sarcastically as I held my hands up.
"Oh, right." Gibby said and walked over to help me up.
Gibby helped me get up and I sat on the couch.
"You're Freddie right?" Gibby asked.
I raised one eyebrow and crossed my arms, "Seriously Gib?"
"Well, you certainly have... changed." Gibby said gesturing myself.
"It's me Gibson." I replied.
"I knew so." Gibby said and resumed sipping his smoothie.
"So what did you do to tick her off this time?" Gibby asked.
I searched for a suitable answer, but found none. I had no choice to tell Gibby.
"I'm getting back at Sam for everything she has ever done."
"Uhhhhh. Say that again?" Gibby said shaking his head vigorously.
"I said I'm getting back at Sam for everything." I repeated.
Silence filled the room and then suddenly Gibby did a spit-take.
"ARE YOU NUTS!" Gibby blurted.
"Hey keep it down will ya?" I replied.
"Are you insane Freddie? Did your vacation trip your head?"
"No... I'm still sane Gibby."
"BUT WE ARE TALKING ABOUT SAM HERE!" Gibby yelled again.
"I said keep it down Gibson!" I replied and shushed Gibby.
"What ever it is that you're thinking of, I want out." Gibby replied.
"Uh, sure Gibs. Whatever you say."
"Good. Gibby out." Gibby sipped on his smoothie and got out the front door.
I scratched my head at what just happened. Weird.
I was about to get my stuff and head out the door when suddenly the elevator dinged.
The elevator slowly opened revealing Spencer with a cart full of junk.
"Hey Freddo!" Spencer cheerfully greeted while pulling on the junk cart.
"Need a hand?" I asked.
"Yeah, thanks kiddo."
I then helped Spencer haul the whole thing inside the living room.
"What are you making anyway?"
"I'm making a christmas tree!" Spencer said beaming.
"Out of this?" I replied with a light chuckle.
"It's gonna be awesome! With all the lights and the decorations and stuff... Not to mention the socks that Socko is giving me." Spencer said drifting off into the thought of Socko's amazing socks.
Then Spencer snapped back to reality.
"Wanna help me out? It's gonna be owsooooom!(awesome)" Spencer said with a wide face.
"I think I'll pass." I replied.
Spencer frowned.
"I'd just get in the way of your artistic prowess."
Spencer lights up from what I said.
"Yeah, I think you're right." Spencer said smugly while stroking his chin.
"Then off to the drawing board!" Spencer shouted and skipped off into his room.
I laughed to myself.
I couldn't help but laugh at Spencer's weirdness at times.
I was about to go home but decided to go upstairs and say goodbye to the girls first.
I jogged up the steps to the studio.
I held the doorknob of the glass door with the iCarly logo on it.
I noticed Carly and Sam on the beanbags.
I opened the door and both of them instantly looked at me.
"Uhhh... I was just gonna say I'm going home." I said.
Then on cue, Sam automatically shot a sarcastic remark.
"You could even go to the moon for all I care nub."
I paused.
"I guess I'm staying."
Carly looked at me, clearly she was puzzled as to why I was staying.
I pulled up a beanbag over to Sam's side.
Sam glared at me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Staying like I've said." I replied and plopped on the beanbag.
"Why? Do you want to go somewhere?" I said to Sam in a challenging tone.
She looked at me and took up the challenge silently.
"I got here first Freducation so beat it." Sam insulted.
"This is Carly's apartment. I can stay for as long as I want." I replied.
"I'm still here!" Carly shouted.
Sam and I both looked at Carly.
"Sorry." We simultaneously said.
"Dude! We have to stop doing that!" Sam said and punched my arm.
I faked pain in my right arm.
I saw Sam smile.
She always smiles when she gets her way or when she gets the upper hand.
But then I changed my expression into a smile and then Sam frowned.
I leaned forward toward her beanbag. She leaned back avoiding me but I veared closer to her almost a foot from her face.
"I'm staying Puckett." I whispered.
She was flustered I know. But in a second that all changed into an analyzing look.
"Are you gay Benson?" Sam said.
"What! I am most certainly not!" I said and plopped back to my beanbag.
"Guys! Still here!" Carly said clearly growing impatient.
We both looked at her and was instantly dismissed.
Everything was quiet and Sam was still staring at my face.
"What's wrong? Something on my face?" I asked.
"Are you wearing make-up?" Sam said as she dangerously got close to my face.
Oh chizz. I totally forgot about the makeup I put on to cover my bruises.
Sam squinted her eyes as if focusing on a spot on my face.
I froze on the spot.
Sam reached for my face with a finger and then wiped it underneath my cheek.
She examined it, "Aha! You are wearing makeup! You are gay! Fredqueer is gay!"
I instanly turned my face and let my bangs hit my cheeks to cover the bruise that was uncovered.
"Fredqueer! Nub! Gay-nub! You are so-" Sam said as she endlessly insulted me and then suddenly stopped.
"You have a bruise!" Sam said as she brushed away some of my brown hair.
I was very surprised since this was one of the very rare occasions wherein I hear Sam with concern in her voice.
I turned my head, stood up and ran out the door.
"Freddie!" Carly shouted. I heard but I ignored her.
I didn't want her to know. I could use this to blackmail her everyday or use it against her to torture her everytime bugging her that she owes me her life and stuff.
But I just couldn't do it. I don't know why, but I just couldn't.
I ran out the door and ran aimlessly through the hallways. I ran for the nearest window and found myself in the fire escape.
I clutched the rails and took a deep breath.
I turned around and rested my elbows on the rails and let my head plop back so that I could see the sky.
The moon was peeking behind a cloud, and a few moments later the moon showed all of its glory illuminating the whole landscape in the soft moonlight.
I sighed. What am I doing? What do I care if Sam knows?
I got my head back from the clouds and took a quick glance at where I am.
A lawnchair sat just below the steel steps of the fire escape.
I know this place...
This is...
This...
I shook my head, I tried hard not to remember.
This is the place where I shared my first kiss with someone...
...and that someone was Sam.
Why now? Why did I have to remember these things now?
I heaved my self off the rails and sat on the lawn chair. I slouched and just let everything go.
I sighed again. Why? I kept on asking again and again.
Then I heard a tap on the window pane.
"Yo yo?"
It was Sam!
Then everything came back vividly into my mind like a replay.
It was the same back then. I was sitting on the lawn chair.
I didn't bother showing my face to anybody because Sam humiliated me on the show telling everyone that I haven't kissed a girl.
But of course she apologized. But that wasn't everything.
She came in through window sill, she apologized through the show and then suddenly we talked about the kissing until we came into an agreement.
"Just to get it over with?" I stated semi-asked.
"Just to get it over with." She reaffirmed.
I took a deep breath. Awkward silence.
"Well? Lean." Sam ordered.
I leaned toward her while she stood still.
I tilted my head a bit and then our lips connected.
Fireworks? Sparks? Nope. Fear? Yes.
It was my first kiss, what do you expect? I didn't know what to feel, especially if the one I was kissing was Sam Puckett.
What if she didn't like it? Would she'd break my arm? Would she throw me off the fire escape? etcetera etcetera.
But one thing I do admit is, she has the softest lips.
We break away from each other after a few seconds.
"That was..."
"Nice?"
"Yeah..."
"Good Job."
"Yeah, you too."
Then she retreated back inside.
Then I coudn't help but say it.
"I hate you..." but not in a angry tone but more of a soothing one.
She smirked and crinkled her nose.
"Hate you too." and then turned away.
I got zapped back to reality when I heard my name being called.
"Freddoof!" Sam exclaimed.
I found myself staring at her.
It was fight or flee.
My mind opted automatically for flee. I had to recuperate and plan.
I almost panicked but I fought to remain calm. I had to get away.
"Hey Carly!" I shouted and acted as if Carly came.
"Where?" Sam asked as she turned around for the window sill.
I seized the chance and then vaulted over the rail and jumped down to the balcony below.
I quickly hid myself from her line of sight. I could clearly see her, but she couldn't see me.
She looked around for a bit and returned inside.
What am I doing? I trained for this, but it seems that I'm faltering for some reason.
It seems that I have to up my game a lot more to find out.
So what do you think? Tell me what do you think I lack and what I could add to spice things up more. :D
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