When friendship reared its ugly head
Disappointed a few people
Well, isn't that what friends are for?
- PIL
I wish myself into your arms
-Roddy Frame
"Puckett, get your hand out of my Wahoo Punch," Freddie demanded as he tried to snatch the cup from the sassy blond.
"Sorry Fredward no can do. You see, if I did that, I'd be letting you win, and hate to tell ya, but mama don't like to lose," Sam replied lazily.
Freddie growled and continued to try to yank the cup back from her. "Sam, if you don't give me back my punch, I'm going to -" He said but suddenly stopped.
"Going to what Fredloser?" Sam asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Never mind, have the drink, I don't even want it anymore," he said, letting go of the cup.
"Thanks Fredlumps," she grinned.
He sighed and shook his head.
They were sitting in the Shay's living room, watching an old rerun of Girlie Cow. Carly had gone down to the Groovy Smoothie to get them all a shake, and had told Sam and Freddie not to kill each other while she was gone.
Freddie was getting bored of the cartoon and soon flipped the channel to a music station, where Katy Perry's Firework was on.
"Ugh! I hate this song," Sam whined.
"How can you hate it? It's amazing!" Freddie shot back.
"Because Fredork, no sane person has fireworks shooting out of their chest, it's just not right," she asserted.
"Sam, that's just the video. The actual song has a real meaning! Just listen to it!," he told her. And so she did. They sat in comfortable silence and she put her feet in his lap as she lay down on the couch. He eyed her feet warily, but didn't remove them.
When the song was over she said, "Okay, I think I might get it now. It's saying that not only do we have fireworks shooting from our insides, we're also losers who should stop feeling sorry for ourselves."
"You are impossible," Freddie groaned.
Just then, Carly opened the door and walked in, smoothies almost falling out of her arms. "A little help here?" She asked.
Freddie was going to, but Sam's feet were holding him down.
"God Benson, just sitting there, not even going to help poor Carly," Sam teased. And just as Carly turned back to them Sam sat up, making it look like Freddie could have gotten up any time.
"Here Carls, let me help," Sam cooed, taking the cups from her friend. Freddie stared in complete hatred as Sam smugly sipped her cherry smoothie.
"...ah never mind," he groaned again as he got up and walked to the kitchen.
"So, I see the apartment is still all in one piece," Carly said, turning her attention to Freddie.
"Yeah no thanks to Princess Puckett over there," Freddie said, glancing at Sam over the rim of his own cup.
"Shut it Benson," Sam snapped as she broke bits of bacon into her smoothie.
"You are the only person in the world who finds that the least bit edible," Carly told her friend.
"This stuffs the chiz man! You gotta try it!" Sam laughed.
"No, no, that is okay, you just enjoy your bacon smoothie," Carly said amused.
"Oh mama will," Sam confirmed.
"So anyways," Carly said breaking the silence, "I was thinking about this new bit we could do for iCarly, where Sam and I imitate famous British people, like that British vampire guy you know?"
"Sounds fun, let's go go up to the studio and try it out' Freddie agreed.
"Sounds fun, let's go up to the studio and try it out, Sam mimicked in a baby voice.
"Ha Ha, VERY funny Puckett," Freddie said as the trio made their way up the stairs.
"Ha Ha very funny Puckett," she continued.
Now Carly groaned. This was going to be a long rehearsal.
"Okay, so Sam will say-"
Carly looked down at her card.
"I want some fish and chips,' and then I'll just jump in and...we'll all get all upset and start angrily yelling like a mad British person and then we'll just end the scene!"
"Mkay," Sam agreed. At the same time Freddie said,
"Whatever floats your boat."
They gave each other a look and stuck their tongues out.
"So anyways, have you guys seen the new David Schwimmer movie commercial?" Carly asked. Freddie shut his laptop; walked over to the beanbags and sat down. At the same time, Carly sat in the other one.
Although there was a bag left in the middle, Sam took a running start and belly flopped into his.
"Ah come on Sam!" Freddie complained as their bodies collided.
"Shut up Benson and stop being such a wuss!" She snapped.
"Seriously? Have you seen the promo?" Carly asked as if their little spat hadn't happened.
"No," Sam grumbled as she pushed Freddie off his chair.
"Haven't seen it," Freddie told her. He pushed Sam onto her back.
"Whoa, dude! When did you get so strong?" Sam exclaimed. She had a look on her face like a cat surprised that the mouse was fighting back.
But Freddie didn't sound like a mouse.
"Same time the voice got lower."
Now they were having an all-out war trying to pin each other down.
Carly sighed. "Will you cut it out! You guys are absolutely impossible! Ugh!"
Freddie pushed Sam off of him and rolled over to the tech cart.
"I'm going downstairs." Carly announced, just as Sam rolled herself and Freddie both over and sat on his stomach pressing her hands on his chest. "Oh and when you both decide to come down, I expect this to be all out of your systems!" Carly's voice reached an unholy pitch as she ran out the door like she was being chased. But the fighting duo either didn't hear or pretended not to.
Freddie knocked Sam off him and stood up. She followed and began walking forwards, pushing him backwards towards the wall.
"What's wrong Princess Puckett? Can't take the competition?"
"There isn't much to take!" She snarled.
"Oh yeah? Then why do I have you completely trapped?" he asked.
"Uh Benson... look around. You're the one up against the wall." She giggled but there was a nervous edge to it, because he had a smile she didn't quite understand on his face. It made her think he was planning something, but what?
At first he just continued smirking but then before Sam knew it, he grabbed her shoulders and flipped her around so she was in between him and the wall.
"What the chiz?" she exclaimed as he pinned her wrists on either side of her head.
"Looks like you're not the strongest one in the group anymore Puckett."
She gasped. Now she was sure what he was planning: To piss her off, and it was working. Distress was starting to show in her voice as she said "Take that back!' while trying to break free from his grip.
He stepped closer, forcing her body up against the wall. "Make me," he breathed. His warm scent blew all over Sam's face. It was...sweet?
Oh god he smells good she thought, then quickly shook that horrible idea from her head. It's just the punch. "I swear to god Fredward Benson if you don't let me go..." She stopped.
"You'll do what Sam?" he smirked, and leaned forward. "You won't do anything, because you can't. I have you trapped. There's no escape. Admit it, and I might let you go."
Sam knew he was right but just then he started humming the pre – chorus part of Firework and it was so irritating she gave one last feeble attempt at an escape.
He chuckled.
He was so close to her.
"You'll never learn Puckett...looks like you're all out of options."
She was having trouble thinking as she met his brown eyes but then she realized...she couldn't move her lower body, but she could move her head.
Oh god I just want to wipe that conceited...his stupid little face!
"What are you gonna do about it? he asked as if reading her thoughts.
"This,' she whispered and then pushed upward. Her lips connected with his.
Something about the astonished way he suddenly inhaled through his nose excited her, and slowly Sam closed her eyes. Kissing Freddie felt exactly like it had last time, only this time, they were standing up. He released her wrists and slid his hand down slowly, until they rested on her hips. Her arms found themselves around his shoulders.
Oh God, I'm kissing Benson. And I like it. A lot. A lot more than I should. But at that same moment she realized she could care less because his tongue was tracing a slight line across her bottom lip begging for entrance.
She heard a long, low sound coming out of herself. Oh God I did not just – but that thought was cut off too as she allowed him entrance anyways and his tongue explored every inch of her mouth before meeting its partner. Oh God...
His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist now, and she had her arms around his neck. Neither one cared about anything except that they weren't close enough. Ever so slowly he let a hand fall to her thigh and lifted it up, wrapping it around his waist. She understood what he wanted and jumped slightly wrapping the other leg around his waist also. His hands were on her butt as he pushed her against the wall and her fingers tangled in his hair. They broke apart for a moment, trying to regain their breath, their foreheads touching.
"Sam -" Freddie began, but she interrupted.
"Just shut up and kiss me nerd" was all it took; their lips found each other's again. He began biting on her bottom lip and she moaned again, a little more loudly this time.
His lips left her swollen ones and the look on his face made her heart beat even faster than it already was. The next moment he started trailing kisses down her neck, found a spot at the base where it met her shoulder and sucked on the skin. She tilted her head back and pushed herself closer to him.
"F-Freddie...st-stop..." she stuttered, but he wouldn't listen and in truth she didn't want him to, it was just that the things he was making her feel were so horribly amazing she could hardly stand it.
Before she knew it, they were sliding down the wall.
"Oops." She giggled, and he smiled at her as if he were seeing her for the first time and liked what he saw. He placed a small kiss on the spot he had been biting on earlier, then grabbed her so he could pull her over on top of him.
She readjusted herself on his lap, teasing him.
He moved his lips to her ear and whispered,"Ummm...Sam..."
She smiled. He was so cute and though his voice sounded nervous it made him even cuter. She closed her eyes in exhilaration, because she could now feel how much he wanted her.
"Don't worry Benson...my turn." She winked before ducking down and placing her small plump lips on the skin of his neck. Strangely Freddie's 'spot' was in the same place hers was. She bit down softly, and had the satisfaction of hearing him moan for the first time. She came back up triumphantly, wrapping her arms around his neck again, lips meeting.
They didn't know how much time had passed, but hidden behind the cart, they didn't really care. It could have been hours, days, who cares. They had each other, and that was all that mattered at that point-in-time.
Suddenly they heard the telltale sound of the elevator on its way up. They sprung apart, straightening their clothes and hair. Since they had been fighting earlier, they could easily pass it off as that. They shared knowing grins and then turned to the elevator.
It was Carly, of course.
"Are you guys okay? It's been like an hour! I just wanted to make sure that you are both still alive.". But she was just making gentle fun of them by rote as she gathered up the cups. She wasn't really looking (or so it seemed) as Freddie rubbed the back of his head, and Sam looked down, trying to hide a blush.
But their silence caught her attention.
"Um...everything okay?" she asked.
"Oh! Yeah! We're fine! Just having fun!" Sam said but quickly regretted her choice of words as she felt her face turn warmer.
"Okay, well, I was just coming up to say that Spencer's making spaghetti tacos and to ask if you guys wanted to stay for dinner." She sounded completely innocent of knowledge of the kind of fun they'd been having.
"Um, yeah, sure! Sounds like a plan," Freddie agreed.
"I'm going to go back down." She returned to the elevator. "Just finish up whatever you were doing and then come on," she said and pressed the button.
Oh the irony.
As soon as the doors shut, Sam turned to Freddie. The awkward tension lasted about two seconds, before she launched herself into his arms. Like earlier she wrapped both legs around his torso, and their lips met again. He backed them up against the steel elevator doors and hit the down button with one hand, the other in her hair. In her hair...
"You do...know...we're...going to have to stop...once we...get down there...right?" Freddie asked between kisses. Sam shrugged and latched on to him for dear life, as he walked them back into the open elevator. They shared one last long kiss before she hopped down from him and pulled her shirt straight once again. "So where does this leave us?" Freddie asked suddenly.
"I don't know Sam stated because she honestly didn't.
"Do you wanna just..." he started.
"Forget about it?" she finished.
They looked at each other and just as the door opened, they nodded.
"Yay! Now we can eat!" Carly clapped as the two stepped out of the elevator. Spencer, who was pouring Wahoo punch into the glasses, stared at the two as they walked into the kitchen.
"Spence? Uh Spencer" Carly shouted.
"What? Oh gosh!" he yelled as he set the container down on the table beside the huge puddle of Wahoo punch, that was dripping onto the floor.
"Sorry guys, I got a tad distracted," he said eyeing Sam and Freddie warily.
Oh god he knows, Sam thought.
"What's got you distracted?" Carly asked.
Please don't say anything, please don't say anything, Sam chanted in her head. It really surprised her how Spencer was able to pick up on this when Carly hadn't.
"Um, nothing," he replied mopping the counter. "Then sit and let's eat," she shouted. They all complied.
Dinner was a quiet event.
Spencer kept looking at something under the table very suspicious like. Once again it was left to Carly to break the silence.
"So, um Freddie. I heard about the new equipment the AV club is getting! Tell me about it." She smiled.
Sam cut her eyes in Carly's direction. Was she trying to flirt with Freddie? The way she's looking at him now sure says she is. Sam chose to ignore it, and stuffed a roll into her mouth.
"Uh yeah, it's just a bunch of new projectors and a cable box, nothing special," he said politely.
"But that must be really exciting getting all that new stuff to play with...and speaking of stuff to play with..." she said, her voice caressing the suggestion in the words.
Oh yeah, she is totally trying to flirt with him, Sam thought. But Freddie could care less...right? He was watching Sam and she gave him a look that said I'm going to rip her head off if she does not shut up! Funny but two hours ago she wouldn't have cared but now when she looked at his smiling mouth the thought of any other lips on it but hers made her feel sad. And more. Some kind of...rage?
He shook his head gently. Sam sighed.
"So anyways Freddie, about that David Schwimmer movie, do you maybe want to go see it?" Carly asked.
And that was when Sam officially snapped.
She shoved herself up from the table and walked over to Freddie's chair. She yanked it back from the table and then proceeded to sit on his lap, a leg on either side.
His eyes were wide open, but he didn't seem to mind. Neither did she, as she leaned down and captured his mouth with hers.
Carly gasped and so did Spencer.
"Sam! Freddie! What the heck!" Carly squealed at them.
Sam looked up at Carly. "Freddie is mine, you hear me? Mine! He isn't going to any movie with you unless I'm there too." Had she been a dog, her ears would've flattened.
"Hmm my woman is feisty," she heard Freddie say softly.
"Sam, you silly girl, I wasn't trying to steal him! I was trying to provoke you. Spencer texted me and told me he thought maybe there was something going on between you two, that you weren't telling us. Ha ha – ha."
Both Sam and Freddie were confused. Spencer smiled and held up his phone from under the table.
"So wait. You don't like Freddie?" Sam asked her best friend.
"Not like you do apparently."
Sam huffed and climbed off of Freddie.
"Hey!" Freddie complained. "I wasn't finished with you yet!"
Carly and Spencer groaned in unison.
"This is going to be horrible," Carly told her brother. He nodded.
"You'll get over it. Thanks for dinner Spence, but my mom's bringing over her new boyfriend and I gotta make sure Frothy doesn't attack them!" Sam said, grabbing her jacket off the couch.
"Thanks for stealing our food -"
"Making us buy you a smoothie -"
"And kissing our neighbor," the Shays shot back and forth.
"You know it. And I gotta get dinner," she replied, a distracted look in her eye.
Carly looked at Sam's empty plate and didn't say anything.
"Here, let me walk you out' Freddie said as he joined her at the door. "I'm going to call it a night too, later guys."
"Bye. Try not to eat each other's face off, we have to do the show tomorrow!" Carly called out as the door shut.
Freddie turned towards the blonde in front of him.
"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Is your mom home?" Sam asked abruptly.
"Um no... she's at an aggressive parenting clinic, why?"
"Great," she smiled and stepped closer to him. She placed her hands on his chest and slid them upwards around his neck.
"Don't you have to go save Frothy from your mom or whatever it was?"
"Nope," she said, "I lied about that."
Why...oh!" he said.
He's catching on.
She smirked.
"My boyfriend is so smart," she announced to the empty hallway.
He snorted. "I am smart," he said lifting her up and walking her backwards towards his apartment..
"Sure," she said, but affected to sound unsure as he stuck the key in the lock.
"I'm going to make you regret those words Puckett," he said dangerously as he moved his head closer to hers.
"Oh I'm sure that won't happen" she teased.
"Wanna bet?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh yeah," she grinned.
He leaned down and bit that 'spot" on her neck.
The last thing the Shays heard that night, from where they were listening behind their door was a loud shudder cut off by the Benson's door slamming shut.
END
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