100 Miles Down Seddie Lane
Shoes
100 moments, 100 chapters
Sam sat Indian style on her bed, a large photo book in front of her, a large shoe box of photo's beside her, said box being the one Sam and Freddie had found 2 weeks before while exploring Sam's hall closet. Sam had originally wanted to stick them to her bedroom wall in a kind of of collage, being about to look at each photo clearly, but Freddie had convinced her that instead of leaving them to possible become more tattered and destroyed than they already were, to put them in a photo book instead, said boy was currently in front of her, mac tacking all the extra's and duplicates onto her bedroom walls.
They had been like this for the past hour, silently doing each other their jobs, Sam at random times would look up and surprisingly nice job he was doing, spreading each photo just far enough apart to make good use of the small amount of them and using up as much of the walls as possible, she was impressed, though she wouldn't out right tell him so.
Sam looked back to her task and reached into the box, pulling out another group of polaroid's and shifting through them to see which ones would be good enough to be placed in the photo book and which ones would be banished to the wall. Once she had come to the last 4 she noticed a small white paper sticking out from in between the pictures, and plucked it out.
She couldn't help but raise her eye brow, wondering why this was in here, her mother must have accidently dropped it into the box by accident and hadn't bothered to look through it, showing how long they had been in there.
"Hey Fredward, is AL'S Shoe Emporium still open?" Sam asked him, breaking the silence.
"Yeah…why?" Freddie asked, turning around, giving her a questioning look.
"I found this," She told him, waving around the small paper.
Freddie didn't say anything as he walked over to her, taking the paper out of her hand and looking at it, "Sam this is from at least 10 years ago!"
"So?" Sam just looked at him like he was stupid, "We should go and see if they're still there!" she smiled.
"Sam, I seriously don't think they are going to still be holding a pair of shoes for over 10 years."
Sam smiled at him once again, pushing off the photo book and standing up, grabbing his wrist and dragging him out of her bedroom door, "Come Fredderly."
"Sam, I don't see the point in going all the way across town to see if they are still holding a pair of shoe's your mother had bought 10 years ago," He complained again, putting on his shoes anyway as Sam stood in front of him pointing down at his shoes.
"I don't care, they could still be there, and I need new shoe's after your mother-"
"Yes I know, I know, let's get out of here," he cut her off, flinching as she pinched him on the neck.
Both the friends exited the house, Freddie rubbing the part of his neck that had been attacked and made their way down the stone walk away from the porch, well at least one of them, "Hey!"
Freddie whipped around, the noise slightly startling him and saw Sam, standing a few feet away on her front porch, her arms out in front of her like she was expecting a hug form someone, a smug smile on her face, and he wished a hug was what she wanted, "No Sam, you have two feet, come on."
"No! The side walk is very hot and I have no shoes!" she complained, letting her arms fall to her sides.
"You've been wearing your mother's shows for the past 3 weeks, so I think you can make it."
"My mother came home 3 days ago, not for long, but she came home," she told him, "And she took her shoes with her, so now I have nothing, so come," she said again, putting her arms back up and wiggling her fingers.
Freddie sighed, but complied none the less, walking up to the blonde girl and turned around in front of her, letting her small body climb up onto his back, thanking the gods for her fast metabolism, "Let's go Frederico! YAH YAH!" she started jumping around, hitting him on the head and making horse noises.
"Frederico?" he asked.
"Yeah, I thought you deserved a special pony name." she laughed as he lifted her up, making sure she was in a good position and that he wouldn't drop her.
"Pony?" he knitted his eyebrows together, "I was hoping at least a horse."
"Pfft! yeah right! now let's go! GITTY UP!" she yelled, hitting him on the head repeatedly until he started running.
Freddie nudged the front door open with his foot, Sam still planted firmly on his back, the large 25 cent cherry lollipop hanging from her mouth that she had forced Freddie to buy her on the way there. An employee hurried over to them, opening the door for him, Freddie nodding in a silent thank you.
"Okay Sam, I think you can get off now."
"I guess," she said, sliding off his back, Freddie bent down slightly making sure she could reach the floor without falling, "But it's only because my legs are cramping up, we're not done here." she warned him.
"Can I help you?" a voice came from behind them. Turning around they saw a tall skinny brunette, she was wearing Al's uniform which consisted of bleck pants and shirt with a red vest, she was batting her brown eyes.
"Yeah, we're here for some shoes," he told her, gesturing to Sam.
"Yeah," Sam looked up at the girl and handed her the slip of paper. They both watched as she looked over the slip and turned around, making a motion to wait one second as she disappeared into the back room.
"Dude, she actually going into the back room, they might actually have them!" Sam laughed.
"Or," Freddie started "maybe she wondering why two teenagers are trying to get shoes that probably won't even fit you."
Sam was about to say something when the brunette, which from looking at her name tag she found was Ashley, came back, holding a small pink and white shoe box, "Here you go," she walked up to Freddie, handing him the shoe box, touching his arm slightly as she did so.
"Thanks!" Sam practically yelled, dragging Freddie along behind her over to the back of the store.
"Whoa Sam, geez, where are we going?" He asked startled.
"Well I have to try them on," turning around and sitting down on one of the high rise chairs.
"Sam I seriously doubt they are going to fit you, there children's shoes," he said, lifting the top of the box and pulling out two pairs of small white and pink shoes that seemed to match the box they came in, sparkles lining the bottom.
Freddie couldn't help but laugh as he handed them to her, imagining Sam in something so pretty and girly was just to funny, she had never really cared if she wore pink or not, she always had some trace of the colour, wither it be leggings or just a bracelet, but something this noticeably childish was amusing to him.
"Sam I don't think you should even bother," Freddie continued, watching the small blonde shove her feet into the shoe, "These shoes are for 10 year olds!"
"Shut up Freddie, seriously, I get it!" she yelled standing up, her face twisting and turning.
"What wrong?" he asked, ignoring the rude comments she had just spat at him, more interested in the painful look on her face.
"They kind of hurt," she said, scrunching up her face and looking down at her feet, where the two pairs of pink and white sneakers dressed her feet.
"Whoa! How did you get those on!" he questioned, amazed.
"I have small feet Freddie, though I have to say, they fit, but are quite painful to walk in," He watched as she shifted from left to right, moving her feet up and down.
"Well take them off; you're just going to have to buy a different pair."
"With what money?" she told him, arms crossed against her chest.
All Freddie could do was sigh, she had a point, the girl had no money, and God only knew that her mother probably didn't leave her any, "Maybe you should buy me knew shoes," Sam said, breaking Freddie from his thought, "Your mother was the one who destroyed my shoes in the first place."
"She didn't 'destroy' them"
"She threw them out an eight story window." she yelled, pouting, which Freddie wouldn't point out. She always did this really cute pout, mostly on iCarly, and he thought it was adorable, but he kept that to himself.
"You know what?" he told her, picking up the abandoned show box, "I will, and then we can forget about all of this!" he gasped, tired of the whole thing.
"Really?" Sam looked at him questionably, surprised that he agreed.
"Yes, just nothing to expensive, you've been drying me out all summer."
Sam just laughed, biting down onto the rest of the lolli in her, crunching it between her teeth and threw the stick behind her, and walked over to the large stacks and isles of shoes, not bothering to take off the shoes that were still pinching her feet.
The isles were long and tall, reaching all the way to the ceiling. Sam looked all along the shelves, the different sizes and colours mixing together into one giant swirl. Still walking along the isle, she gazed over every shoe and every different design, nothing catching her eye, until she finally looked up, and she saw them. They were thick high tops with a large tongue, pink covered most of the shoe, gold strips lined the sneaker, outlining the black souls, bright white laces' finished off the look, and she loved it.
"I want those," she said, turning to Freddie and pointing up at the shoe. Freddie didn't move for a moment, waiting for her to grab them and come over, but soon realized that she couldn't reach them and walked over, not mentioning it and grabbed the first smallest pair he could.
By the time he had gotten them down Sam had already made her way over to the tall stool, taking off the small children's shoes, "Come Fredwardo!"
Walking over to her he took the shoes out of the cardboard box and placed the them on the stool beside her and leaned against the tall self behind him. When Freddie turned around he was expecting to see Sam trying on the shoes, but instead he saw her staring at him, her arms crossed, her right foot extended towards him, "Well?"
"No way Sam, your feet freak me out."
"There just feet!" she yelled at him, wiggling her foot around.
"But there so….elfish." his mouth turned down.
Sam just smirked at him, "Yeah well….my fist isn't"
Shaking his head he walked over to her, no use fighting with her today and grabbed the right shoe, undoing the laces and taking out the crumpled up paper inside and slide it onto her foot, looking up and her, rolling his eyes at her smug look.
"There you go princess," Freddie laughed after sliding the left shoe onto her foot, knowing that the name pissed her off.
Sam's head shot up to look at him, the raise of her eyebrows were enough to tell him she wasn't pleased. He watched her slide off the stool and walk towards him, she was about to deliver a biting remark when she was cut off, her body falling towards the floor.
"Whoa! Watch it." Freddie had caught her just in time.
"Excuse me, is there a problem here?" A voice came from behind them.
"No no, were just looking for a different pair of shoes," Freddie said, noticing that the pretty brunette employee had once again returned.
"Oh that's so nice," she gushed, smiling up at him, "But maybe she should wear a pair that's actually the right size," she laughed pointing at her small feet, one foot slightly poking out, "But I don't know if we have any in your size, you might want to check the children's section."
"Oh thank you," Sam's fake smile spread across her face, "You are so helpful."
The Brunette smiled brightly, not noticing the sarcasm and beamed up at Freddie, "I just do what I can to help."
"Oh hey Ashley," Sam giggled, the disturbingly fake smile still on her face, "Where do you get your shoes?"
Ashley looked down at her pink and blue cotton candy sneakers and back up at them, "I got them here," she giggled, "You know, 30 percent discount."
"Oh?" Sam said, directing both Freddie's and the tall brunette girl's attention, who was currently just ogling Freddie, "I didn't realize you made custom shoes."
"We don't," the girl looked at her confused, "We only offer what's on the shelves."
"Oh silly me," Sam's laugh was forced and over excited, "I just didn't realize they made shoes that big."
Ashley's face was just priceless, her eyes widened and her eye brows knitted closely together, "I'll go find your size in the back." she grumbled, walking away.
"Sam," Freddie whined after the girl was out of ear shot, "Was that necessary?"
"Yes!" Freddie noticed her laugh had turned form a fake loud one to a more happy one, signalling that she was in fact amused, "Did you see her face? And really, she should know better than to attack me." she smirked, wobbling back to her chair and lifting herself up onto it, placing the shoes back into the box.
Freddie new that though Ashley wasn't really directing anything at her in the beginning Sam herself was feeling personally attacked, though he didn't know why, but he also knew that if she was she would lash out if so, like she just did, but he wouldn't comment on it, unless he was looking for a beating.
Freddie just sighed and fixed the messy job she had done putting them away, and began to shove the tissue back into the shoes and closed the box, walking down the aisle and reached up, placing the box neatly in its original place.
"Here I got your shoes," Ashley said turning the corner and walking down the isle towards Freddie, poking him in the back and giggled, skipping slightly as they both walked down towards Sam.
"Here, I got them for you," her perky attitude annoying Sam, "But they only had them in purple…sorry."
"Even better," Sam smiled, placing the shoe box down beside her, and suck out her foot, waiting for Freddie.
This time Freddie didn't need to be told, we automatically reached for the box and opened it, going through the same routine as with the other shoes and slide it onto her foot, pulled the laces tight and tied them up and began to work on the next shoe.
"How do they feel?" Freddie asked as he watched her move her feet back and forth, most likely wiggling her toes in them.
"Great, now let's go pay for them!" He exclaimed in excitement, he was a guy after all and shoe shopping, especially with someone like Sam, was not something he enjoyed.
Freddie turned around and started to walk towards the cash, digging into his pocket for his wallet, but noticed a lack of presence beside him. Turning around he saw Sam, in the same position, arms extended towards him, a smile on her face.
"Sam, you have shoes on now, you can walk!" he yelled pathetically, and all Sam did was raising an eyebrow at him, like asking him to try her. Deciding not to fight and to get out of the store as soon as possible he walked up to her and turned around, bending down so she could get on.
"Good boy, we will get you a carrot on the way home!" she told him, "Now GITTY UP!" she laughed.
Ashley watched them leave, rolling her eyes and huffed as she walked away.
Disclaimer; I do not own iCarly or any of the characters.
There was little hint of something, but I don't really want to make any too obvious just yet or have anything major happen, because after all, I DO have 100 chapters to fill.
This chapter idea came from Purple550, they also suggested Shoes along with Closet, so this is another one from them :)
Also, I feel like I'm the only one who notices that Sam makes a pouty face a lot, ahaha, it's cute, also im very bad at writing dialogue, so don't hate me, I'm not too fond that this chapter really, kinda boring.
This actually happened to my friend, her feet are very small and she has to sometimes go into the kids section, lol. shes 20.
Anyway keep them the words coming, and don't forget even if I've already used your word or you suggested one you can leave another one, the more the better.
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-Stolie Silver