100 Miles Down Seddie Lane

Television

100 moments, 100 chapters

Today was a day like every other one, nothing in particular was planned, nor where the two bodies currently occupying the Puckett's couch currently planning to do anything that day. It wasn't a very hot day, quite the opposite, it was a day when the sun decided to lower itself in the sky, letting a soft breeze linger in the air, it was a kind of day where all you wanted to do was curl up and relax, which was what our two frenemies where doing.

Freddie sat on one end of the couch, back curved in such a way it would make his mother cringe, his head and shoulders imprinting comfortably into the cushions behind him, his long legs resting on the small coffee table in front of him. Sam's legs draped across his lap as she lay on her stomach, one hand under her stomach and one dangling off the side, unlike Freddie's who's hands were gently messaging slow circles into her ankles, and watching as her small toes curled up in contentment.

They had been laying like that virtually all day, since around 10:30 that morning when Freddie had come over, they hadn't made any plans and were just going to wing it as Carly herself had decided to take the day and relax in a different way, going to the spa with Wendy, getting their nails done and facials, Sam had declined, saying that if she wanted to roll in mud she would go out to her backyard, not pay 40 bucks at a spa.

It was around 1 when the unexpected happened, well not that unexpected. Both the friends were mindlessly watching the television, something about some scientists and a blonde waitress, she couldn't quite grasp onto the concept, but she continued to watch anyway, too comfortable to move. It seems the minute the long hand reached 1 on the clock everything shut down, the digital clock on top of the side table went black, as well as the light they had left on in the kitchen when they went to have a snack flickered off, and the television they had been watching fuzzed out and faded until it was just a black screen showing there reflections.

"What happened?" Freddie asked, sitting up straight and relining his back.

Sam groaned, both at the fact that the television had now gone out and her entertainment for the day was now gone, and that Freddie had now moved, causing her to have to shift slightly, missing the feeling of the light circles on her ankles.

"My mom probably forgot to pay the electric bill again," she whined, pushing her face into the cushion.

"Well…now what?" He asked, planting his feet on the floor. When he received no answer he poked her shoulder, which immediately got him an angry growl, "I don't know."

"Well…" he started, but was rudely interrupted by Sam.

"No! we are not going to your house, I'm not in the mood to be anywhere near your crazy mother, and besides," she told him, reluctantly sitting up and looking over at him with a less than impressed expression, "It wouldn't even be worth the trip over, your mother has every channel blocked besides that one with all the kids shows…"

"Hey! They are very…entertaining?" He tried to defend himself, which he knew was a lost cause. He watched as her eyebrows went up questionably and he sighed in defeat.

"Okay than, what do you have in mind?" Freddie asked her smugly.

Sam sat up straight in her seat and smiled, "I have an idea," she told him, standing up and walking over to her mother's shoes, she still hadn't gotten a pair of her own after Freddie's mother had thrown them out, "Come on, and bring your wallet."

Freddie sighed and picked up his wallet form the table and rolled his eyes, "Sure."

Freddie grumbled as he leaned against the cool glass of the store front, Sam's idea had been less than amazing and he was starting to get restless. They were currently standing outside of some random electronic store, attempting to watch television without sound, Freddie wasn't impressed at all, he was tired, and the warm air that had surrounded them all day making his muscles turn to mush, all he wanted to do was go back to Sam's house and lay on the couch once more.

Looking over he saw Sam, slouching over the same way he was, her body pressed up against the glass. Her forehead squished into the glass, leaving little streaks of make up when she moved, her nose and mouth fogging up the window in front of her, and her chest pressed, what he could only think of as painfully, against the clear glass, he hoped she didn't look up and see him staring.

"This was your idea?" he huffed, leaning against his arm, "Were standing outside an old electronic store watching something in black and white through a glass without sound."

"It was the best idea I at at the moment," she growled.

"At this point I'd rather go back to my house and watch Barney," Freddie complained, sliding down the side of the building, sitting on the cool cement.

"Of course you would," she laughed, poking him in the face with her bare foot, being able to slip in in and out of her mother's larger shoes with ease.

"Quit it Sam," Freddie groaned as he swatted at her feet, "Your feet creep me out."

"Shut up about my feet or I'll step on you," she threatened him, lifting her body away from the glass window.

"Not with those feet you won't," he chuckled, earning him a light kick to his cheek.

"Now get up, I have another idea," she told him, smirking as he held his cheek, rubbing it to help with the slight pain, "But we need to make a pit stop first," she smirked.

Sam and Freddie walked slowly through the store, a white plastic shopping bag hung loosely from her hands, they had been in the store for about 5 minutes, Sam pretending to look through various racks and shelves, but not really looking for anything in particular.

The store was quite large, standing at about 3 floors, it was full of different products from clothes, to furniture to electronics. They were currently on the third floor, it seemed almost abandoned, expect for one employee at the front desk.

Sam continued to gaze through random objects and Freddie was starting to get impatient, which took a lot, but with Sam he guessed it was a lot easier. Freddie had tried to ask her what they were going and what she was doing but was only met with either a punch to the shoulder or a punch to his neck, so he eventually shut up.

All of a sudden Sam started to slow down, looking back behind her, and he noticed that they had gone far back into the electronics section, and the only employee it seemed that was on the floor could no longer see them. Sam quickly grabbed his wrist and started to drag him towards the back corner, where he knew what she had planned.

The large corner of the top floor was dressed up with many different sized television sets, the farthest wall was covered in small 15 inch screens, to the right was another wall full of 32 inch television screens, and right in the middle of the clutter of the brightly lit pile was a large 52 inch screen, a row of the smaller 32 inches underneath.

Sam pulled him over to the large armchair in the middle, and let go of his arm, turning around to him and gesturing towards the large leather seat. After a minute Sam seemed to of gotten impact and gave him a light punch to the shoulder, "Get in the chair" she told him, her voice a low whisper, not wanting to person at the front to hear her.

"What?" Freddie asked confused, not really hearing her before.

"I said get in the seat, or would you rather sit on the floor?"

Freddie did as he was told; wondering as he sat down why she just didn't get in before him, usually she wouldn't care what he did, and would have taken up the whole seat to herself. He eventually got his answer when she sat down beside him; she having changed the channel as he sat down, an animated cartoon of two boys building a roller coaster filled the screen. He figured that if Sam were to have sat down before him he would have ended up sitting on top of her, as the comfy chair was in fact large, it wasn't big enough to hold two people, luckily Sam was small enough to squeeze herself in there comfortably, Freddie having taken up more than half of the chair.

It was tight fit, the sides of both their body's touching and rubbing against each other, causing Freddie to squirm. They both moved around and grunted as they tried to make themselves for comfortable in the small space, Freddie's right arm making Sam have to lean over slightly, which she punch and pushed out of her way many times, the top of his shoulder was about eye level with her when they sat down, and her whole body was pressed against him, and she could feel his tight muscles tense up every time she touched him.

Freddie decided to do something about this, moving his right arm up and over Sam's head, letting it rest behind her neck, his palm resting on her shoulder. Sam could feel his arm tense up behind her neck as she glared at him, "It's either this or we could go back to my shoulder in your face…" he trailed off, waiting for the verbal abuse that would follow, but was met with a surprise when she turned her face towards the side of the chair, looking for something.

"I think the handle is on your side," she told him, not looking at him, playing with the bag in her lap.

Reaching over to his side of the chair he pulled on the wooden rod, jerking th seat back quickly. In a panic from the sudden movement Freddie tightened his muscles, pulling Sam closer to his body, and she let out a small gasp from shock.

Once they had settled down and Freddie had relaxed Sam broke into the plastic bag, fishing out different kinds of candy and sweets, that being the reason she had forced Freddie to bring his wallet. Freddie reached over and took out a package of peanut M&M's and began eating them, noticing that the whole time they sorted out the candy and began eating Sam hadn't moved from her position he himself had forced her into, slightly leaning on his chest.

They sat like that more several minutes, the only sounds coming from the televisions in front of them and the light sound of them chewing on their food. Sam herself had eventually relaxed into Freddie's arms, both of them noticing this but Sam pretending she didn't and Freddie not saying anything unless he wanted to get beaten down.

Freddie looked down at her, a small smile graced her lips, her eyes slightly drooping, and she just had that same look of contentment on her face as she did at her house. He let his body shift closer to hers, his fingers intertwining in her hair, playing with the curls on her shoulders, noticing how she bit her lip slightly as he did so. He held in a chuckle, knowing how much she really liked it.

Freddie reached into his bag of M&M's and shoved some more into his mouth, and decided that he would play a little game, not really interested in the show that was currently playing, and threw one green M&M into the air, catching it on his mouth. He continued to do so, hands still playing with the ends of Sam's hair, but this time he missed, the large blue piece of chocolate hitting the side of his mouth, bouncing off his skin and falling down hitting Sam's blonde head.

He was prepared for what happened next, Sam sitting up straight and looking at him, "What the hell Freddie?" she yelled, reaching into her bag and pulling out a sour gummy, throwing it at his face, into his eye.

Freddie yelled out in surprise, the sour sugar stinging his pupil, "What the hell, it was an accident Sam!"

Freddie picked up a few more pieces of candy and plopped them down on her head, which in the end just made Sam angrier, taking some more of her candy and shoving it down his shirt, using some more to hit him in the face.

Growling grabbed the rest of the bag and threw it in her face, and was surprised when Sam stood up in the chair and began to pelt the rest of her sour gummy's at him, hard. Freddie quickly got up, slipping his hand into the bag and grabbed a random bag of candy and ripped it open, running towards the television and began to retaliate against her.

Sam started to laugh as she finished off the package and started on the last of the four in the bag, still standing on the chair trying to dodge the small gummy worms at her. Something that started out by accident, than turned into a fight, ended up with them playfully throwing candy at each other from across the room.

Sam let out an excited laugh, which alerted the staff in the front of the store to their presence. Both of the friends stopped as they heard the angry and confused yelling of the employee, they both looked at each other and laughed, Sam jumping off the seat and onto the floor. Freddie quickly ran up to her, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the store through the opposite door, Sam quickly grabbed onto the candy she put down when she jumped off the chair, which ended up spilling as she was dragged away, both ran out of the store, leaving the sounds of their laughter and a trail of candy behind.

Disclaimer; I do not down iCarly or any of the characters.

I got this idea form an anonymous reviewer last chapter, so thanks to "Jordan"

I do go back into earlier reviews to see if there are any idea's I had missed, so don't worry about me not seeing them. ALSO if you have already given me a word and I have used it, still feel free to leave me more, the more idea's the better :D

Don't forget to leave a REVIEW AND WORD, not just a word; I want to know what you think of the chapters and what I can improve on, pretty please?

Also if any of you read Black Out, it should be updated in a day or two.

Also, if you enjoy my story, don't forget to check out popcorn1001's story 101 Days of Seddie, it's REALLY good :)

and just because I REALLY like this story, I have to tell you to totally check out Moviepal's story The Emancipation of Fred Benson, it's freakin EPIC ;)

I'll stop now because if I don't I'll give you a freakin huge list of all the one's I really like, so ENJOY!

-Stolie Silver