100 Miles Down Seddie Lane
Toast
100 moments, 100 chapters.
Soft glow emitted from the small television in front of them, eliminating the already bright room, causing their eyes to blur during moments were the television and the bright sun beams would mix. The windows were open as wide as they could go, letting a small breeze pass through the cramped space, letting it flow in a cool off their hot bodies. Both Sam and Freddie were dressed in shorts and tank tops, Sam's hair pulled back into a high lazy pony tail.
They had been watching mindless television all day; well what Sam assumed was all day, which was really only three hours. She couldn't remember what they had been watching, nor could she really pin point what they were watching at that moment, all she could see were clouded faces and mixed colours. For about 2 and a half, maybe three hours she could only concentrate on Freddie's hands, gently moving up and down subconsciously on her leg.
She had laid down on her back on the couch about thirty minutes into their TV time, and almost immediately Freddie had attached his hands to her leg. He didn't seem to notice that he was doing it, and she wasn't about to say anything to him, she was comfortable after all, and this Puckett didn't move when she was comfortable. It felt nice, his oddly cool palms felt nice against her freshly shaved legs, she had obtained a sun burn on her legs and upper arms a few days ago when they visited the beach, and it soothed the screaming pain she was feeling. She also thought it was karma for stealing his swim trunks.
Sam groaned loudly in displeasure, letting her body slide down onto her back, shifting her feet in his lap, causing him to quickly tighten his grip, taking precautions just in case her foot came to close to a certain area., "I'm starving!" she whined, "We should go someplace."
"Well I don't have any money," Freddie told her looking over at her, "And I'm positive you don't have any money."
"What do you mean?" she asked settling back into the couch as he began to rub small circles against her legs once more, "You always have money."
It was true, Freddie had managed to get a part-time summer job at a small convenience store near Bushwell, his mother didn't know this. It was summer and his other assumed that he was out with friends, not to mention her shifts at the hospital became more frequent due to teenager's being more inclined to pull stupid stunts that would evidently make them whined up in the ER.
"Well our last minute trip to the Groovy Smoothie kind of drained me, and I don't get paid till next week," he said, leaning more into the soft cushion of the couch, "We could always go to my house."
He let the statement linger in the air, he knew the answer, "Hell no!" she yelled, "I don't want any of your mother's glutton free and sugar free and anything else free besides granola free granola bars, not to mention the last time I came over she sprayed me with God knows what for twenty minutes before I could even go in," Freddie just rolled his eyes at her over exaggerated statement, "And she chucked my shoe's out the window!"
During her rant he had moved his hands down from her legs to her ankles, lightly messaging them, and she had to bite back a content sigh, she was trying to ignore it, "In her defence they were pretty dirty."
"Those were my favourite pair of shoes!," Sam explained, propping herself up on her hands to look up at him, happy that he hadn't taken his hands away as she changed her position, " all I got now are my mother's sandals, and they are huge," she said, proving her point by gesturing to her size 6 feet.
"Your feet are so small it actually freaks me out," he scrunched up his face, and grabbed her big toe, lifting her feet up, "And why don't you just buy a new pair?"
"And who's going to do that?" she questioned, yanking her foot away from him, all he could do was roll his eyes, "That's what I thought," she told him smugly.
"So anyway," Sam laid back down, moving her feet around until he grabbed them again, starting up is earlier actions, "I'm hungry."
"I know, but I have no money and you refuse to come over to my house," Sam's head jerked in his direction, raising her eyebrow, "Yes, yes, I know, granola bars and odd sprays, I get it." he sighed.
Sam laid back down again, and sighed, "The one weekend Carly had to leave, the only reason she's going is because Spencer bribed her by saying he would take her to the mall," she pouted, ever since Carly had left for, well she couldn't remember where, on Friday evening Sam had been starving, she had decided on Saturday that she was so desperate for food to go over to Freddie's, which didn't turn out all that great, with the whole tasteless granola bars and mysterious spray, and her shoes, which she was still pissed off about. She was just happy Carly and Spencer would be back the next day.
"So, what about you?" Freddie asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What do you have around here to eat?"
Sam opened her eyes, which had closed in a rare moment of relaxation, and looked around the room thoughtfully, "I don't know, I can't even remember the last time my mom went shopping, but I doubt there's anything good," she told him.
"Might as well check," he said lifting her feet up, making room for him to escape. Sam groaned slightly at the loss of contact, than mentally slapped herself for doing so. Freddie motioned for her to follow, palms up and finger's knitted tightly together, and she complied, her hunger getting the best of her.
"So where is your mom anyway?" Freddie made his way to the small kitchen; it was empty besides a small dining table and three chairs.
"I don't know" Sam shrugged nonchalantly, walking up to the cupboard.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I mean," She said leaning her right arm against the counter, "I don't know, I never know where that women is, she's been gone for a week now." she told him, she usually didn't usually like telling people that her mother had left again, she didn't like the concern they gave her, it made her feel funny when people babied her.
Freddie said nothing, catching the signal and began to rummage through the fridge, "Cheese, yogurt, half eaten cup of pudding," he started naming off the random food she had in her fridge, "Sam, all this food is overdue!" he said closing the large white box.
"Then I'll make sure not to eat it," Sam mumbled, she had a broken package of noodles in her hand that had already been open and obviously been put back in.
Seeing that she in fact had started to search through the wooden cupboards, he shrugged it off and opened the freezer, hoping to find some sort of food that would cool them off, the sun was quite harsh this week and he was sweating under his white wife beater.
He managed to find two freezies stuffed into the back and pulled them out, laying them on the counter. Giving it a once over and only seeing a half full ice cube tray he was about to close the door when something pink caught his eye. Letting go of the handle he reached his arm into the back, the cold ice nipping at his boiling skin, tightening the muscles. Once he managed to grab a hold of the almost frozen object he pulled it out, and was surprised at what was on the other end of his hand.
"Sam?" he asked her, "What is this doing in the freezer?"
Hearing the confusion in his voice she turned around and saw Freddie standing there, right arm in the air, his face one of astonishment, there he was, holding a large, bright, frilly, pink bra.
"Hey, put that back!" she screamed, chucking a dried noodle at him from the ripped package.
"Why is it in there?" he asked again.
"I keep it in there because it gets hot at night and it cools me down," Sam told him frustrated that he was still holding it. Walking over to him she yanked it out of his hand and shoved it back into the farthest corner of the freezer, and slammed it shut.
"Never in my mind would I ever think Sam Puckett would wear a pink bra, with frills no less," he tried to contain his laughter, scared that it would result in her getting violent.
"Carly made me get it," she lied, "So can it."
Freddie put his hands up in defense and backed away, which seemed to calm the angry and embarrassed girl down, but he couldn't help but smile at the small pink ting caressing her cheeks, "Now I found some bread, we could make toast?" she half asked him, holding up a half full bag of bread, breaking him out of this thoughts.
Assuming that there was no other food, either in the house or that hadn't already starting to mould he agreed, "Where's the toaster?"
"Over there," Sam pointed over her back to small toaster, it was white and scratched and almost looked dangerous the use.
Sam walked over to the white box and set the bag down, and took hold of it and placed it directly in front of her, "Plug it in, I'm going to find some butter," she said walking over to the fridge and pulled out a little tub of margarine.
Setting it beside her on the counter Sam approached Freddie, punching him, as gently as Sam could, in the shoulder, "Well, plug it in boy!"
Reaching over he grabbed the plug and placed it into the outlet, and prepared to make toast. Well, he should have been ready, but instead of calmly putting the bread in, the old toaster shook, letting out large noisy sparks as it did so.
The large flares echoed throughout the room, emitting large bright flashes. Both Sam and Freddie screamed in surprise, bringing their arms up to their eyes, hoping to block any sparks that might so astray and come in contact with their eyes.
The toaster continued to pop, the intense sparks causing the old toaster to hop into the air. Freddie quickly grabbed a hold of Sam's wrist, and pulled her back into his arms, and backed away, dragging both of their body's back, away from the small danger box.
He was right…it was dangerous.
Moments later it had finally settled down, both of them stood still, bodies still tense as they waited for the toaster to wake up and spasm again. They stood there waiting, Freddie's arms still wrapped around Sam's shoulders.
Freddie decided after several minutes that I was okay to approach it, he let go of Sam, feeling her shoulder's loosen as he did so. He cautiously walked up towards the counter, hands prepared to shield him from any surprise.
The toaster popped and sparked one last time, Freddie back up slightly, yelling again, his arms flying out in front of him. In one split second he ran forward and quickly yanked the plug out from the outlet, thankful he did so as he could see the object twitch again.
"Well…that was unexpected," Sam commented, laughing.
"Well this is your house…so not really," he laughed along with her.
Sam let the comment slide, knowing it was probably true, "Wonder why it did that though."
Freddie leaned over the toaster; the white plastic around the top was now black and melted into curious looking shapes. He jiggled the toaster, he heard a small clanking noise, like metal on metal. Turning it over a small piece of metal fell out, hitting the counter making a small ringing sound swarm around the room.
"Sam, what is this doing in your toaster?" he asked again, a thought coming to his mind that he was asking a lot of questions today. Well, he was at the Puckett house.
"I needed to get a bagel out of it last week, so I stuck it in there," Sam told him, referring to the miss happed butter knife in his hand.
"Sam, you know that if you put this in there you can get electrocuted?" Freddie threw the knife back onto the counter.
"Oh," she pierced her lips together, "I didn't know that."
"How could you not know that, parents usually teach their children that when their two!" he yelled. Sam raised her eyebrow at him once more, it was almost like he didn't understand who he was talking too, "Never mind."
"So now what?" He was referring to their toast; they couldn't use the toaster anymore.
Sam turned around and made a B line to the kitchen table, and pulled out a wobbly chair. Flipping it around she drug it across the floor, loud screeches rang through the air, scratching at their ear drums. The chair bumped into the lower drawer under the counter, she walked around it and stepped into the hard surface, and lifted herself up into the air.
She began to search through the top shelf, reaching around blindly for something he couldn't see. Freddie warned her quietly to be careful as she leaned forward, continuing her search. A smile came upon her face as her arm stopped moving; obviously she had found what she was looking for.
Pulling her hand out she revealed a small skillet, "Here we go.
Hopping down from the chair she set it on the stove beside the sink, "There, we can make toast this way."
"Have you ever used one of these before?"
"No," she hesitated, "Why bother learning how when people are always making food for me?"
He chuckled and bent down to get a view of under the pan, he grabbed the knobs of the old gas stove and twisted it until he heard a clicking sound. The flames came to life, and he messed around with the dial until it was on medium heat.
"Alright, now all we gotta do is wait for it to heat up, so how many should we cook?"
She opened the bag and dumped out all the bread onto the hard surface, "Well, there's like, 6 pieces, so…all of them?"
He laughed at her inability to take things in strides, but well, if she didn't he didn't think it would as much fun hanging around with her, though he would never admit it out loud.
"Check and see if the pan is hot enough, and I'll attempt to clean the bread off…I don't trust your counter." he told her, and he didn't.
Mumbling something about him being a baby, Sam approached the stove, and she didn't know how to tell if it was hot enough. She had no idea what she was doing, but the only way she had ever known to check the temperature was to touch it, so that's what she decided to do.
"SAM!" the shock form the outburst she wrenched her hand away, "Don't touch it!"
"Well how else am I supposed to know if it's hot enough?"
Freddie walked up beside her and placed him palm down towards the skillet, and let it linger just above it, the heat radiating off of it signalled that it was now hot, "Go get the bread okay," he demanded, which was a bad idea, because Sam punched him in the shoulder, making him move a little to the right, the edge of his hand hitting the side, and he hissed in pain.
Trying to ignore it, he washed off a knife form the sink, even if it was supposed to be clean, he didn't trust it. Once he was done he opened the container of margarine and took a chunk out, and dropped it into the hot pan, almost immediately it began to sizzle.
Freddie took the metal into his hand and swirled the butter around in it and set it back down, "You wanna put it in?" he gestured to the pan.
Picking up a slice she casually threw it into the pan, the butter splashing out, hitting her fingers and hand, "OW! What the hell!" she growled.
"Well don't throw it in," he told her.
"Well maybe it's your fault, maybe you out to much butter in!" she retaliated.
"Well-"
"Dude!"
"Shutting up," her threatening gaze submitting him.
"So you have a spatula?" he asked Sam, noticing that the bread was cooking at an alarming rate.
"A whata?" she stared at him confused.
"A spatula…" Freddie looked at her, sharing the same expression as her.
Sam just looked at him, eyebrows knitting together, "Spa-tu-la," he repeated slowly.
"What-the-hell-a?" she mocked him.
"The metal thing you use to flip eggs…" he attempted to explain.
"Oh you mean the thing I use to launch eggs with?" she smiled.
"What?"
She walked over to the skin and dug down to the bottom, glass plates clanged together, almost hard enough to break and she pulled out a dull metal spatula.
"This?"
"Yes, and what do you use this for?" he asked her cautiously, almost afraid to know.
"Launching eggs at the two annoying kids next door, the stick it into the ground and tie stings to it and make it into a catapult." she smiled proudly.
Freddie shook his head, taking the tiny metal object form her fingers and washing it again, still afraid of the cleanliness of the dishes.
"Freddie!" he heard Sam tell behind him.
"What?"
"The toast!"
Quickly he turned his head, but was greeted by a light cloud of smoke. Coughing he waved his hand around trying to delay the smoke getting to his lungs. Sam seeing as Freddie wasn't going to do anything, ran to the stove, grabbing a hold of the metal grip. She didn't know at the time but when metal was above heat it also heated up, twice as much.
Sam yelled in pain as the heat came in contact with her skin, making her drop the pan onto the floor, the toast and butter flying onto the floor, the skillet flying across the floor until it stopped when it crashed into the leg of the table.
Freddie began to run over to her to see if she was alright when he slipped, the butter making the butter sleek and warm. His back hit the edge of the counter, his arms flailing around, grabbing onto the counter, well he tried, he reached his long arm to far and grabbed onto the sink, knocking over some of the dishes onto the floor, breaking them.
Panicking Sam was about to see what had happened when she too slipped, her food landing on the toast swimming around in the liquid butter. She too fell backwards, and by instinct went to grab a hold of something to keep her balance, but ended up grabbing the light blue plastic of the bread bag, sending her and most of the bread to the floor.
"Ow," they both moan.
"Well…now what?" Freddie asked her, seeing the ruined bread, the skillet on the other side of the room, and the butter soaking through his pants, smoke filling the room, the two freezes on the counter forgotten.
Sam looked over at him, then turned her head to look up at the counter. Reaching her arm up she searched around just like she did with the skillet. Feeling the soft fluffy texture under her hands she grabbed a hold of it, her fingers imprinting into the delicate object.
"Here," she said, shoving a slice of bread that had managed to survive, another one in her hand, "Enjoy!"
Disclaimer; I do not own iCarly or any of the characters.
This chapter is for popcorn1001, who suggested the word "Toast". I laughed when I saw the word and I was like, I HAD to do it, it was a challenge, plus they left me a very nice review!. Though I added more random stuff to it, but I think I did an okay job.
Thanks for all those who review and even put this story on Alert, I was so happy when I saw them!
Also I feel my one shots are getting longer, lol.
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-Stolie Silver