HEY! What's up, my beautiful readers? I would have updated this earlier (As in, last Wednesday) but my modem burned and I had to buy a new one. -_-'

Anywho, I hope you enjoy this. I liked this chappie myself c:

Sam's POV

After the night of the rainstorm, nothing very exciting happened. It was now Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, and Freddie, Mrs. Benson, and I went to the supermarket to get everything for the dinner the next night. Personally, I just wanted to stay home and watch the Thanksgiving specials on television but Freddie insisted I go so I could tell Mrs. Benson what to buy for me.

We wheeled into the Mall-Mart and Mrs. Benson said she was going to pick up produce so we could wander aimlessly around the store for a bit.

Freddie was just rolling us down the main isle when I caught sight of the media section. "Freddie, let's go look at the music." I said, poking his arm to get his attention.

"Actually, I wanted to go see the book and magazine section." he said, continuing to roll me forward and past the CDs.

"So? I want to pick up a new album that came out a couple days ago."

"By all means," he said. "Roll yourself there." A smirk played on his lips as he stopped in front of a bookshelf and picked up a book with a dark cover.

"Besides," he continued, "One of my favorite authors just came out with a new software guide. I need to read it."

"You are such a nerd!" I huffed in frustration.

"Sam, why are you so annoying?" he replied, putting the book down.

"Why are you such a nub? You just have to go get a stupid programming book. I swear, this is why you're going to die single-"

"Dammit, Sam. Can't you do just one thing for me for a change? All I wanted was to pick up a book. After that, by all means, I'll help you go to the music section, but meanwhile, stop being such a burden."

I slammed my fist into my armrest in the wheelchair. "Look, Freddie," I growled. "You act like I wanted to get hurt, like I wanted to have my mom leave me, and like I wanted to have you as my nanny, but I don't! If anything, I wish I was with Carly right now instead of putting up with you."

He flinched but regained his composure so fast I feared I might have imagined it. "You know what? Fine. You don't need me anyways, so I might as well just leave you here." he said, raking his hands through his hair. He then promptly turned around and stalked off towards the produce area.

I stared at his retreating figure. Man, he was so ridiculous! I couldn't believe he would just leave me like that.

I put my good hand on the wheel and tried to turn it and was surprised when it lurched forward a bit. I put my other arm on the chair, even if it was broken, and tried to turn it. It didn't do as well. I placed both of my arms on it and was shocked when I actually started moving swiftly. I was slowly rolling down towards the junk food isle when someone stepped out in front of me.

"Uhm, excuse you." I huffed, looking upwards and flipping my bangs to the side and out of my eyes.

"Sorry, didn't see you there." said an incredibly, dare I say it, delicious Irish accent. In front of me stood tall, slim guy with messy brown hair, the kind of hair boys in bands usually wear, and stunningly blue eyes.

I blushed then mentally kicked myself for doing so. "It's okay."

He looked at me for a second then realization struck his extremely attractive features.

"I'm James. What's your name?" he asked, a smile playing on his full lips.

"Sam." I responded almost too quickly.

"As in…from iCarly?" he asked and I nodded.

"I thought you looked familiar. Naturally, I had to come and say hello to such a lovely lady."

I smiled. "Well, you know…" I said awkwardly.

He chuckled. "May I ask, why are you in a wheelchair and all alone?"

My smile failed a bit, remembering the argument from a couple moments ago.

"I was in a car accident. My side of the car was hit and my right arm and leg were broken. Nothing too exciting," I said, waving my hand nonchalantly.

He chuckled again. "You really are funny, aren't you? Well, don't you need help to get around? I'd imagine it's hard to roll a wheel chair with one arm." he said, his smooth accent making me swoon.

"Yeah it is, but the guy helping me kind of left me cause we had a fight."

"What a prick." James said and I laughed.

"We always fight but he was just…really angry this time. I guess I might have pushed him too far."

"Is this guy that tech producer on iCarly?" he asked and I nodded. "What's his name, Frankie?"

"Freddie." I said, feeling a pang when he said his name wrong.

"Right, sorry." He said. "Can I help you get around?"

"Really? You'd do that?" I asked, hopeful. My medications were wearing off and I could start to feel soreness in my limbs.

"Sure? It's just for a bit! And I could get to know you better." he said, flashing me a smile.

"Okay, but first things first."

"What?" he asked.

A smile spread on my lips. "Can you get me a fatcake? I can pay, I just need you to wheel me there."

He chuckled. "Sure. What's a fatcake, though? I'm here with family for Thanksgiving, but I actually live in London at the moment."

I gasped. "You have never had a fatcake?" He shook his head. "You have not lived."

"I'm sure I've not." He said, chuckling. "Where to?"

I pointed to the junk food isle, number nine. "That way!"

We began rolling and James and I just casually talked.

"So you're from London? Your accent sounds Irish." I pointed out.

"I live in London now because I'm studying there. I'm originally from Dublin."

"I see." I said. Swoon, I thought. This guy was so attractive. If Carly were here, she would have been head over heels.

"And you're from here, I presume?"

"Yeah, I lived with my mom, but she left town so now I live with Freddie."

He frowned. "Why not with Carly, your co-host?"

"She was in the accident as well and we didn't want to wear her older brother out. Besides, Freddie is my friend, too."

"What friend leaves a person in a wheelchair alone?" he asked.

I was silent for a moment and then we wheeled into the isle.

"Okay, they're farther down." I said, referring to the fatcakes.

There was a guy in front of the fatcakes with arms full of them. I was about to yell at him for taking them all when he raised his gaze to meet mine.

"Freddie, what are you doing?" I asked, looking at his arms full of cakes.

"I was getting these for you." he said with a goofy smile.

I chuckled. "Is that your way of saying sorry?" I asked with another laugh.

"Yeah," he said sheepishly. "I mean it though. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. We've both been a little tense with this accident…" I trailed off.

"Who's your friend?" Freddie asked, motioning to the guy behind me.

"I'm James," James said before I could respond. "I take it that you're Freddie?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

Freddie nodded. "Well, now that I have all I need, Sam, let's go."

"But James and I were talking." I protested.

"Mom probably needs help with what to buy." Freddie reasoned.

"Then go help her." I replied simply.

"Sam."

"Look, I'll be over there in a few."

"Sam," he said once more before his voice dropped to a whisper. "You don't even know this guy!"

"Well I'm trying to get to know him but you won't let me!"

"Look, Freddie.," James began in his smooth voice. "I assure you that my intentions with Miss Puckett are nothing more than to get to know her and help her around the market. There is no need to fret whatsoever."

Freddie glared at him. "Fine. I'm going to be in the produce section. I'll go find you in fifteen minutes." he said before stiffly turning on his heel and leaving.

I let out a shaky breath that I didn't know I had been holding.

"So, Sam, where to?" James asked, turning my wheelchair in the opposite direction that Freddie went.

"Can we just wander around?" I asked, holding my head and feeling the headache pound inside it.

"Sure. How about we play a little game. Get to know each other better."

I looked at him. "Like what?"

"I ask you something then you ask me something. We have to answer honestly."

"Okay," I agreed. "You first."

"'Kay, let's see…What is your favorite color?"

I snorted. "How creative. Hmm…I'd have to say brown."

"Why brown?" he asked.

"It's the color of meatballs." I replied simply. "Yours?"

"Green." he said with a chuckle.

"Why?"

"I find it refreshing."

I nodded. "I suppose." A chuckle slipped my lips.

"What?" He questioned, and I turned my head to meat his gaze.

"Well, your favorite color is green and you're Irish." I said and he rolled his eyes.

"Oh honestly, that's not why I like it." he said with a laugh.

There was a small pause where we both just chuckled.

"Do you have any siblings?" he asked, suddenly.

I sighed a little, remembering I hadn't talked to Melanie yet about anything. She probably didn't know how I was or if I was even getting along well. Knowing her, she was probably worrying her head off.

"A sister." I answered simply.

"Really? What's she like?" he pressed on.

"She's like me, sort of. She's my twin."

"Really?" he said, stopping the wheelchair in front of a bench and sitting down in front of me. I could see him completely again and I was taken back by how casual he was. He just sat in the chair with one leg over the other and his hands in his lap, one occasionally reaching up to smooth out his hair. He slouched slightly so the military style blazer he was wearing wrinkled a bit over his torso and the dark gray slim jeans rose a little over his ankles, revealing his casual black dress shoes.

I was immediately washed over with self-consciousness at my casual sweats and messy ponytail. For the first time I wished I was a bit more like Melanie who would put on her prettiest skirt just to go get a smoothie or to go get groceries.

"Yeah," I said, continuing with the conversation. "We're opposite personality wise, me being a boyish kind of girl and her being, well, girly, but we look exactly the same. Well, except for the eyes. She has green eyes, like my dad." I finished.

"Sounds interesting. I have an older sister and an older brother. I'm the baby of the family." he said, flashing me a grin. I looked at his teeth for the first time and I noticed the top were straight, except for the front two that kind of turned in to face each other, but the bottom were crooked in several places. I liked them.

"Aww, James is the ickle baby." I said in a mocking voice and chuckled. He joined along.

"Ickle? Making fun of my accent, are we?" he asked with a playful tone.

We were both laughing until I noticed he stopped and pointed behind me.

"Oh, hey, Freddie." I greeted, brushing my bangs to the side.

"Hey. Mom said to come a get you so you can pick the turkey." he said, not meeting my gaze.

"Okay," I said, letting him take hold of the wheelchair.

Freddie started to pull my chair back when James grabbed my hand. I was about to pull my hand out of his but he kept a tight grasp.

"What are you-" I began.

"Shh." was all he said. I felt the tip if a pen press to the palm of my hand and I decided to stay still rather than snap at him.

"Done." he said.

I took a look at my hand and was shocked when my eyes scanned his number.

"Call me sometime? Perhaps we can catch a flick together?"

"Actually-" Freddie began.

"Sure." I interrupted with a smile.

I heard a sharp intake of breath from behind me but I decided to ignore it.

James turned around. "See ya later, then." he called over his shoulder and flashed a smile.

Freddie started wheeling my chair in the opposite direction where the turkeys were.

"I don't like that guy." He said simply.

"Yeah, well." I said nonchalantly, waving my hand in a "Yeah, yeah…" motion.

When we got to the turkey section where there was a crowd of people waiting to pick theirs. Mrs. Benson looked up and saw us. "Hey, are you guys ready to get the turkey?"

"Sure," we both muttered and made our way to where she was standing.

So...How was it?

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