Birdhouse In Your Soul - Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
He absolutely hated April first, with a passion. It was especially hard to live through it when the girl you cared for was supreme ruler of Pranksville. What made it even worse was that he was her constant target. He glanced over at her as Carly fussed over her hair in the mirror in her apartment. She didn't seem to be up to anything sinister as she stood there munching on the bagel he had brought her. It became a routine for him to carry food around with him for her. It wasn't as though Spencer didn't feed her enough, he did, but the girl got hungry from just walking to his car in the morning.
She was getting impatient with Carly though and began tapping her foot.
"Come on Carls!"
"Someone's in a rush today, got something to do at school?" smirked Carly who closed the door and locked it.
"Nope, just hate standing around watching ya fluff your hair for three hours."
The two had worked out their problems a week after the fight in the studio. It felt like they were closer, at least to him. He knew that they talked again when he dropped her off one night from taking her to work. After that they were back to being Carly and Sam, best friends.
He still thought about what he'd heard that night too, about why Sam refused to be with him like a normal person. He wasn't sure if he should feel really annoyed or touched that she cared about his so much. It was hard to decide between both feelings. Was it partly his own fault for building up all his big 'life' plans enough to block out a chance with Sam?
The past two weeks were amazing though. It was almost as though they were really together, like a real relationship. He made sure that they weren't always delving in the physical realm, to prove to her that he wanted so much more from her than that. It was a lot easier then he realized it would be, when he got to spend so much time with her. At times she could be unbearable and downright mean but he took it in stride and brushed it all off. Of course it was also hard to keep his hands to himself, with her always near and tempting.
Today though, he was paranoid and nervous. This was practically her holiday and she was acting so casual about it.
"What's wrong with you Freddork?" she asked looking at him with a bored expression on her face.
"Nothing." he stated and fiddled with the pocket on the strap of his backpack. "Let's just go." he started walking toward the elevator as the two girls giggled behind him. Was he being too paranoid? She didn't seem like she was plotting. Right before they were about to board the elevator they heard a shrill scream come from the Shay loft. Both Freddie and Carly looked at Sam who looked just as confused as they were.
They shrugged it off and headed for Freddie's car. When they got there he found a note attached to his windshield. He removed it and read it to himself.
"What's wrong Freddie?" Carly asked as they stood to the left side of the car. He looked up as his face paled. "Freddie?"
"Someone hit my car!" he held up the note and the two girls read it.
"Hey bro, I totally hit your car, my bad. Here's my number and apartment number, call me so we can exchange insurance info." Sam read out loud. "Toby McPhillips."
Carly and Sam stood off to the side as Freddie frantically walked all around his car looking for the supposed dent. He wasn't sure how many times he walked around but he found nothing at all on it. Scratching his head he did another search and still found nothing.
"I didn't find any dent." he huffed and pouted.
Sam was giggling to herself as she opened the door to the passenger side.
"What's so funny?" he whined.
"April fools dork!" she laughed harder doing a little dance in her seat as her two other friends buckled up.
"What!?" he snapped gaping at her.
"You didn't think I would just sit back today and do nothing?"
"I was waiting for you to bust out with the pranks." he sighed.
"I thought so." she grinned at him. "You were getting all twitchy and nervous." she did another little dance in her seat and started to mess with the radio as usual.
Freddie smiled to himself as a thought came to mind. Once he parked he sent a text to Carly and she gave a slight nod as they headed into the halls of the school. Sam placed all her stuff into her locker and grabbed her Physics book, which she'd bought a green decorative cover for, so that she didn't have to carry around her history book all day long. It helped when she was with her two friends. She stood near her locker as Freddie made his way over to them.
"Oh hey Carly did you study last night for that big test in English?" he asked. She looked at him for a moment and then screamed and looked frantic.
"I can't believe I forgot!" she dramatically opened her locker and began to read the last chapter that they were working on during their last class. Sam grabbed her best friends book and rushed off toward the bathroom.
"Wow, you were really convincing." he grinned, knuckle bumping her.
"Yeah but you're so dead when she finds out there's no test in her second hour."
Sam came out after ten minutes and handed Carly her book back.
She was covered, at least she hoped she was as she scanned through her Physics book. She'd been on one of the later chapters yesterday and had to stop and put it away because Freddie had come over last night to see her. She had been so wrapped up in her book that she didn't even do her English homework last night. Just as she was getting to the next page she realized that the bell was going to ring. Her two friends were looking at her strangely which caused her to close her book.
"Whatcha readin'?" Carly asked trying to get a peek over her shoulder before she closed it.
"Boggie Bear goes to Vegas." she said quickly.
"Again?"
"It's really good." she shrugged.
The bell rang then and Carly headed off to her class, leaving Sam and Freddie alone in a vacant hallway.
"You want me to walk you to class?" he asked looking around.
"Nope." she grinned and moved closer to him. His eyes grew wide at her boldness as she pulled his face down toward hers and kissed him roughly before pushing him away and walking off toward her Physics class. He stood there a moment and watched her walk away, still tasting cream cheese on his lips. As she turned the corned he wondered where she was headed. He did something that he would normally not do, he followed her to her first class.
The halls were deserted, pretty much, and she was just reaching the door to her first class of the day. Once she was inside he moved toward the door and read the label to the side of the door. 'Honors Physics'?' he thought to himself as he peeked through the little window. Sam greeted her teacher who smiled, yes actually smiled back and she then sat down.
The warning bell rang and he started to run toward his own class, wondering what the cheese Sam was doing in an Honors class.
When lunch hour came around Sam was right where she was supposed to be, except that she looked really mad. Some poor freshman was standing right by her cowering in fear as she continued to eat.
As he sat down her eyes met his and she glared a painful, sharp 'I'm super mad at you dork' at him. The freshman was still there and Sam turned her attention to him.
"And you, the next time I say something you'd better do it kid! Now get out of my sight before I change my mind." she snapped and he darted off, running into one of the lunch doors twice. It was just plain sad to watch.
"So I'm guessing you found out that there was no test?" he smirked and she continued to glare.
"You think you got me didn't you? This day isn't over yet." she smirked. "Oh I'm going to get you and when I do..."
"Yeah, sure, if you say so." he grinned and went back to his lunch. Something about her smile was distracting him though. She tilted her head to the side and was just smiling at him. It wasn't as though he were complaining, at least she was no longer glaring. Her head leaned against the back of her hand and she munched delicately on her sandwich. That was weird in itself, she was never delicate when it came to eating.
Whatever was going on in her mind at that moment must have been amazing for her to look so thoughtful. She reached over and stole some of his chips and some of his drink. Normally he would have complained but he decided to let it go this time and just look at her while he ate.
Carly had mentioned going to eat outside with 'Trig guy', who seemed alright, but he must have a name. It just seemed mean to call him 'Trig guy' constantly.
Nothing eventful happened during the rest of their classes and Freddie seemed to fall into a false sense of security by the time that school was out. He met the girls at their locker and waited for them to finish their talk about bras. At times he wished he were friends with guys, he shouldn't know which color was in season, it was just so wrong.
They must have realized he was there after ten minutes of their conversation, they both looked up.
"Oh hey Fredley." Sam said smirking. "Ready to suffer?" she asked wickedly.
He sighed and started toward the parking lot. The two girls were still talking when they reached his car, the other students at Ridgeway were all still outside. As they approached his car his eyes grew wide as they landed on the front hood of his car. He couldn't believe his eyes as he took in all the paint, in random designed sprawled all over it. He looked around frantically to find the culprit of this monstrosity upon his precious car. Other students were already looking on when he approached it and he started to hyperventilate. Who would do this to his car? Just as he was about to start flipping out a hand touched his should. It was Sam and she was grinning like crazy.
No, it couldn't be!
"Sam? Tell me you didn't do this to my car, of all the mean messed up things you could do..." he gaped at her and then looked back at the acrylic paint plastered to his car. "Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost to get removed!" he snapped at her and she grinned even more. "This isn't funny Sam! This is very serious! Why would you do this?" he continued to yell at her, his face turning red with anger.
"April Fools." she laughed and he just gaped at her in shock.
"This was the worst joke to pull on someone!" he glared down at her. "You've done some pretty rotten things in the past but this is just unforgivable!" he ranted.
She moved around him and popped the hood. She then proceed to rip off all of the plastic wrap that had been covering the hood and tossed it to the side. After the hood was closed once again she turned back around and continued to grin up at him.
"Oh." was all he could say as he stared at his now clean hood.
"You are so sensitive and not in a good way." she stated patting his cheek a little roughly and then headed for the passenger side. Carly giggled as she walked around Sam and waited for him to open the door. The audience laughed their heads off as he grumbled to himself and got into the driver's seat.
"Wow Sam that was pretty good, his reaction was just classic!" cheered Carly from the back seat.
"It's a gift." she bragged.
"That wasn't cool, Sam." he growled at her, glaring from the corner of his eye.
"Ah, get a grip!" she yelled at him.
"Sometimes you go to far!" he yelled back.
"But you still put up with me, how strange..."
"Sometimes I wonder why I do." he pouted. "All you ever do is cause me pain and drive me insane."
"I think you like pain, Benson. That's why you keep comin' back for more." she grinned poking him in his side, where she knew he was ticklish. He swatted at her hand and tried to focus on driving.
"I can't wait until this day is over, you are the worst when its April Fools Day. It practically gives you a reason to be extra nasty." he continued to rant. She found herself drowning him out as he just kept going on. She'd never tell him how sexy it was when he got like this, trying be all mad and bossy. He had his moments when she would actually listen to him, but those were rare. But most of the time she just let him go on and on until he got tired of listening to his own voice. While he ranted she managed to put a CD in that Roger had given her. He told her it was only three tracks from the band he'd been working with in the studio. It was of the three that she had really liked and had homework assignments on. So while Freddie continued to rant about why she should show him more respect and how it wouldn't hurt her to hold back just a little, she danced in her seat.
But after a good seven minutes of it she couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh, get over it already!" she snapped at him and folded her arms. "It's no like anything will change after today is over."
"It's not always this bad." he countered.
"Maybe not, but you never complained when I replaced your deodorant with cream cheese."
"I was mad at you for three days!" he groaned.
"Really? I don't remember that. Where was I?"
"Ugh!" he wanted to rip out his hair sometimes. He parked the car in the parking garage and had the urge to bang his head again the steering wheel. "You didn't notice that I wasn't talking to you?"
"Nope." she shrugged and started gathering her school stuff from the floor of the car.
"You're hopeless." he sighed.
How could someone who took honors physics be so dense? Speaking of Physics, what was Sam doing in that class? Had she continued after they had to take it in Sophomore year? even though he loved math and science, Physics was just so overwhelming to him. He passed the normal Physics though and got it out of the way. But Sam actually stuck with it? How was that even possible for someone who couldn't concentrate for more than a few minutes? Better yet, how did she get into Honors Physics? Then again he hadn't really seen her report cards since freshman year, he got a nice punch to the face that day.
Was it at all possible that there was a genius in that head of hers? It wasn't as though he thought she was a complete idiot but she just seemed to lack 'intelligence' when it came to scholastics. Why would she go out of her way to hide something like this though?
He scratched his head as they headed for the elevator and up to their floor. Maybe that's why she went to buy those covers for her textbooks, she didn't want anyone to see that she was in some advanced classes, or just the one, he wasn't sure.
As they reached the doors he wondered what else he'd find today, with Prankster Puckett on the prowl. Carly and Sam walked into the loft and he followed, against his own brains protest. It was probably safer to go home rather than be anywhere near her, hearing her bust out with an 'April Fools!'.
What he found once he was in was Spencer, under the kitchen table. He screamed as they closed the door.
"Spencer?" Carly called to her older brother, approaching him like he was a wild animal. "You okay?"
"The horror...the horror...." he whimpered covering his face. Everyone in the room looked at Sam who tried to seem innocent about whatever happened to poor Spencer.
"April Fools?" she laughed nervously.
"What did you do this time?" Freddie scolded the blond.
"It's hard to say actually..." she trailed off as she walked over to where Spencer was sucking his thumb. "Sorry Spence." she mumbled and bent down to his level. "I didn't mean to traumatize you."
"What did you do?" Carly asked looking at her best friend in disbelief.
"I turned the milk green, turned the volume up on the TV to the highest volume and on channel 432, the metal channel." she thought for a moment. "Then there was cup of pudding I put on his bathroom door this morning. I forgot what else though, I was in a prank haze this morning." she grinned.
"...the wrong cereal..." Spencer muttered shaking his head.
"What?" Carly asked.
"Oh yeah, I switched all the cereal with rice."
"Why?"
"I don't know it sounded good at the time."
The three helped pull him out from under the table and to his room. Sam went to the kitchen afterward and grabbed the ham from the other night and started to eat as if nothing had happened.
"Sam!" Carly started in on her. "What the chopsticks were you thinking?"
"I was hungry?" she said dumbfounded, with a piece of ham dangling from her lip. "Did you want some?" she held out the bunch in her hand to Carly who just pushed the hand away.
"I normally don't get on your case when you play harmless pranks but Spencer has malfunctioned and is sucking his thumb."
"But he always does that!" she whined.
"Not like this, Sam what exactly did you do, besides the things you already mentioned?"
"That's all I swear, I can't think of anything else." she shrugged. It was like she did anything terribly bad, a few little pranks here and there. The year before she was a lot worse, it just seemed like she didn't put as much effort into this years pranks. She wondered what was really wrong with Spencer, or if he was just overreacting and being dramatic. Probably the latter, she thought to herself as she plopped onto the couch and lounged.
Carly sighed and sat down in front of her laptop and turned the screen on but it was blank. Looking slightly puzzled she turned to where Freddie was, sitting down next to Sam, who had her head on his lap while stuffing her face. She couldn't help but smile at this, they were so a couple, in her opinion.
"Hey Freddie, could you come look at this for me? The computer is on but the screen is still black."
He looked down at Sam who was frowning slightly at losing her pillow but allowed him to get up. She turned around and looked over the couch to see what was going on.
Freddie poked and prodded it for ten minutes and couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. Then he pressed a few buttons on the screen and it came back on, showing the desktop and icons on the screen.
"April Fools?" Sam smiled.
"Oh Sam..." Carly sighed and rolled her eyes. Freddie worked his way back over to Sam and got back to his first position as her pillow. "What the..." she grumbled as hard clicking could be heard over at the couch.
"What's wrong?" Freddie asked looking over the couch at her.
"I keep clicking on the icons but they aren't opening or doing anything..." she continued to click and click but nothing was happening. Carly turned around and looked at a very relaxed Sam who was grinning as she continued to eat her ham.
"What?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow at her best friend.
"What did you do to my computer?" the brunette frowned.
"April Fools?" she laughed a little and sat up and placed her tray of ham into Freddie's lap. Her feet carried her over to Carly and she pressed a few buttons and brought up the display options and removed the desktop wallpaper. "It was just a screenshot of the regular one you usually have, I hid the start menu and the icons." she explained and put everything back where it belongs.
"You didn't do anything else did you?" she glanced up at her blond friend and gave her a suspicious look.
"Meh, who knows." she grinned and went back to Freddie who had started to munch on her ham. "Hey! Ham eater!!" she pulled the tray from his hands and moved to the other side of the couch and shoved more into the big hole she calls her mouth.
The day after April Fools day was probably the greatest day of Fredward Benson's life. Okay maybe that was a little too dramatic but it was better than having to look over his shoulder. After Sam went to talk to Spencer he slowly started to come out of whatever had traumatized him. It just made it worse, she didn't have to work that day either, Roger had told her ahead of time that she'd have that day off. He obviously didn't want to have to deal with a Sam who pranks, how he knew about this Freddie wasn't sure.
It had also been Friday and Freddie had been nervous the entire evening that Sam was going to reveal his secrets or pull more pranks on him during the whole show. Nothing happened though and he was able to go home in peace.
Saturday though he had decided that he'd take her out. Not as a date, mind you, he'd never call it that or even say it out loud. But secretly he liked to hope that one day he'd get to say 'date' and 'girlfriend' to anyone within earshot. She wasn't his completely yet, but it was going to happen, he had faith in that at least. He grinned to himself as he knocked on the door to the Shay residence. Spencer called out to him to come in, as usual. He opened the door and found Spencer hunched over a grouping of random objects in complete concentration while Sam worked in the kitchen on breakfast, as usual. Carly was sipping on some coffee and reading comments on the website.
It seemed almost normal, the group in the room. Like they'd always just done these things and functioned as a family would, even if they were unconventional.
Sam seemed like she was in a good mood that morning too, it was a nice change from her usual snippiness. Spencer waved at him from behind a pile of random objects and Carly turned and waved him over to the computer.
"Morning." he said and sat down next to her and stole her coffee. "What are you working on?"
"Oh, just picking a few ideas from the viewers for next weeks show." she shrugged and took her coffee back and told him to get his own.
His blond headed demon turned around from the stove and smirked at him. It wasn't her usual sinister smirk, it seemed more like she was kind of happy to see him. Maybe he was thinking too much into a simple smirk, but he hoped that it was because of that reason. She sauntered over to him and leaned against the other side of the island.
"So Benson what do you have planned for us this time?" she asked in a bored tone. He'd been planning Saturdays for them to hang, which she suspected were his own way to have 'dates' with her without calling them dates. She wasn't sure why she allowed but so far they'd done things that always went off schedule. They'd always have a good time though. She just wished that he wouldn't plan them out so much and just go with the flow.
"Nothing." he shrugged and smirked at her, wiggling his eyebrows in that Fredward Benson way.
"Finally listening to me I see." she flicked his nose and went back to the stove.
"When don't I?" he snapped back.
"You have your moments of rebellion." she shrugged and turned off the stove. "Spence, chow time!" she called and his head shot up. At least he didn't look as frazzled as yesterday. "Don't worry, I won't prank you anymore." she assured him and started making plates of pancakes.
"Did you put raspberries in the batter?" he asked timidly coming into the kitchen.
"Of course I did." she told him handing him the first plate. "Your favorite." she grinned and he skipped off to sit with Carly and Freddie. She brought them their plates next and then grabbed hers and some coffee. The usual breakfast on the weekend, like every other Saturday.
"Raspberries..." sighed a happy Spencer.
"So Carls, what's on your social calendar today?" Sam asked between stuffing her mouth, though it was still semi-full when she spoke.
"Oh David's taking me out." she shrugged.
"Are you guys getting serious?" Sam asked giving her a suggestive look.
"I suppose we are, I do really like him."
"But..."
"He's got the same last name as me! How weird is that?"
"So what, it's not like you're related or anything."
"But what if we are and we get married and twenty years down the road we find out we're like cousins or something, then what?"
"Slow it down Shay, it's not possible."
"How would you know?"
"I don't but do you like this guy?"
"Well yeah, he's awesome."
"Then go for it." Sam shrugged and went back to eating. Carly stared at her for a moment and couldn't believe what she'd just said. 'Go for it'? Like she was reaching for the stars with Freddie, who was so ready to jump into the deep end with the crazy blond.
"I'll think about it." Carly said, wanting to really say 'you're one to talk' but figured that she shouldn't mess with her friend's good mood.
After breakfast was over Carly went off to get ready while Sam just pulled a jacket over her pajama top and motioned for Freddie to get a move on. He rolled his eyes but followed her out of the Shay residence. She stuffed her hands into her coat pockets and shifted her weight back and forth between feet while he went home to grab his car keys and coat. It had been storming a lot the past few weeks and so he made sure to bring his large umbrella.
"Where are we going?" she asked frowning up at him.
"You'll see." he grinned and led the way to his car. They hopped in and she began her usual ritual of finding something decent to listen to. She decided to just play the mix CD she'd made after realizing that she'd be in his car almost everyday. She made sure to turn it up a little louder than necessary and began to randomly dance in her seat.
He smiled to himself as he caught her motions from the corner of his eye. These were moments he wanted everyday in his life. Maybe he was being sappy and overly mushy, but he didn't care. She was an amazing girl, even with all the sharp edges. He stopped at a red light and turned his head slightly to see her jamming out with her best air guitar ever. Shaking his head he turned left and continued down the busy streets of Seattle. The rain was barely drizzling as he parked into a swap mart. Sam loved going on the weekends and finding random things. But to get there they'd have to pass a few shops on the corner. He grabbed his umbrella and went to open the door for Sam but she was already outside by the time he got to the other side. He placed the opened umbrella over her head and made sure not to squish into her while they walked down the sidewalk.
The first shop they passed sold nothing but lamps, the one next to it had Sam stop in her tracks. He bumped into her back when she stopped and turned to see what she was looking at.
Inside the window were the small puppies all scratching at the glass, trying to get her attention. She kneeled down and touched the glass where two little paws were pressed. He stood there for a minute and was just transfixed with this whole scene. Was it at all possible that Sam actually liked animals, especially dogs? He remembered her and Carly mentioning a cat a few times but he couldn't remember what its name was. He just always assumed she liked cats, but apparently he was wrong. There was one in particular that caught his attention, one that Sam was also looking at fondly. She tilted her head to the side and watched the little light colored puppy in the corner with its head hanging down slightly. She frowned as she watched him glance over at her and give her the saddest look she'd ever seen.
She tried to pretend that she wasn't feeling bad for the little guy but Freddie saw it just before she wiped it from her face. It seemed almost hard for her to step away from the glass window and take her eyes from the little sad puppy in the corner.
Something struck him then, he knew what he wanted to get her for her birthday, he just had to clear it with Carly and Spencer. He just hoped that the little puppy was going to be there when he got back later.
She pulled at his arm and he woke up from his thoughts and followed her down to the light and turned right and headed toward the swap mart.
Sam found a movie prop of a large ham hidden under a bunch of carrots and strawberries. Her cheers of happiness could be heard all over the indoor establishment. She pushed some guy who got to close to the ham which caused a whole ruckus, he fell into another stand and then the owner and the guy got into it.
Freddie stood there for a moment and just watched as the two men argued. The guy then started to point over to where Sam was standing, holding onto her large ham protectively.
"It was that girl over there, she pushed me!" the disgruntled guy was yelling at the other man who looked mad about his poor stand getting ruined.
Freddie put down ten bucks and then proceeded to grip Sam's upper arm and speed wake away from the scene. They managed to get away but people were still glancing at the two as Freddie pulled her down a different row of little shops. He glanced around the corners and found that they were safe for the time being.
"Everytime, you never fail to do something bad."
"What? He's the one who got too close." she grumbled still clinging to the ham in her arms. "I thought he was going to steal my ham."
"You are unbelievable." he shook his head and started walking towards some random stands.
"Oh look, just what I need!" she grinned at him while holding up a huge skillet and equally large spatula.
"Really?" he asked eyeing the large item as though it were a dangerous animal. Sam with a large, heavy device was just too scary for words.
"Yup! I've been wanting to get a good sized one to make stir fry." she shrugged and put it down.
"Can I ask you something?" he said as they headed toward the exit. With the umbrella over them they squished together as the rain came down heavier. It would have been romantic if not for the fact that Sam was hugging her ham like a security blanket and giving him a guarded look.
"What, Fredifer?" she groaned, feeling cold.
"Why didn't you get me a birthday present? I mean I would have been fine with a punch to the face even but..." he trailed off feeling uncomfortable about asking. She stopped walking and looked at him as though he were crazy.
"What are you going on about? I did get you something you idiot."
"No you didn't."
"Yeah I did." she argued back and looked up at him with a frown.
"I don't remember you giving me anything."
"I put it in your room."
"What?" he thought for a moment and tried to picture his neat and tidy room with a gift from Sam in it. Nothing came to mind, then again he hadn't spent much time there, except for sleeping.
"You didn't even notice it? No wonder you were all weird. You are such a big baby, Benson." she shook her head and pulled at the hand with the umbrella in it and he automatically started to walk again.
When they passed the pet store Sam gave the little puppy in the corner another glance and then she pushed him past, towards his car.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't see anything in there." he said starting up the car.
"And you call me 'unbelievable'!" she huffed and glared over at him. "And you actually thought all this time that I didn't get you a gift?"
"Well I wouldn't have been surprised if you didn't." he shrugged. "I wasn't at the time, just disappointed." he admitted.
"That night ended in a bad way so I didn't bother to tell you that I left it in your room. I just thought you found it and didn't like it." she said in a bored tone and looked out the window.
"I'll look again when I get home later." he drove down the street to the first light and stopped. "So what do you want to do today?" he asked changing the mood from just a second ago.
"I want coffee." she demanded and switched the track to the CD she had playing earlier. There were a few tracks he'd never heard before which were kind of catchy. "And cheesecake!"
"Fine." he rolled his eyes and headed for a little family owned coffee shop he'd read about online. Someone suggested that he go there and try the banana nut muffins.
Sam bobbed her head to the music as she usually did and he wondered what was going on in that head of hers. It still made he wonder about the whole Physics thing. How could someone like Sam actually like that subject? He shook his head and pulled into the next place on their list of things to do.
The place was once a house, but was reconfigured to be run as a business. It was really interesting, it had about six different rooms with random things in it. Sam ordered first and wanted a Cafe Mocha with extra whipped cream and a nice slab of cheesecake. Freddie got a Mocha Cappuccino and a warm banana nut muffin. They ventured through the random rooms until they found one that wasn't filled with people and sat down at the table. Inside this room there were different types of paint and stacks of thick paper. Sam grabbed some of the equipment and started to paint. He just sat back and observed her as she swirled and dipped all over the page.
He still had no idea how he was going to get her to be with him completely. That was still weird to think or even feel at times because it was Sam who he wanted to give his heart to. She might try to beat it or feed it to a rabid animal or something.
She looked up from her picture and tilted her head to the side, in that cute way when she was thoughtful. He smiled at her and she smirked back at him. They held each others eyes for a moment and then it broke as a clap of thunder sounded over the coffee shop.
Around five that afternoon they arrived back at Bushwell and stood in the hallway between the two doors looking at each other. Sam had been wondering lately why the nub wouldn't kiss her like he used to. Not that his kisses were any less intense but they weren't as frequent. She wondered why he was holding back on her so much.
She stepped forward toward him and he looked slightly ruffled by this act and stepped back a little bit.
"Benson, what's your problem?" he demanded pushing him into the door.
"What do you mean?" he asked looking around the empty hallway and making sure not to put his hands near her.
"You've been avoiding this and I've allowed it but not anymore. Whenever you drop me off you give me a little peck and disappear into your apartment."
"So you want me to kiss you more?" he asked confused.
She paused for a moment and looked a bit shocked at what she had just brought up. She wasn't supposed to admit that she missed him kissing her at random like they used to. When had they become a 'they'? She shook her head and got to the point with her nerd. Her nerd? Ugh!
"Why wouldn't you want to?" she demanded, gripping his shirt collar and shaking it lightly.
"What? Sam, I never said...what are you talking about?" he asked confused as she continue to give him a scary glare with her big blue eyes. Even though he should have been scared of her he was still terribly turned on by her as well. It was just so twisted, it even sounded so in his head. She continued to complain and shake him while calling him her favorite nicknames for him and he wasn't really paying any attention.
It wasn't until she started to push is back into the door of his apartment that he finally snapped. She found herself being pulled into his arms and swirled around so that she was against the door this time. Normally she would have punched anyone who dare do this to her, but it was the dork and he was complying so she allowed it. He bent down and pressed his lips into hers and nipped on her lower lip, asking for entrance. She smiled into his lips and allowed him in. While kissing her he managed to get the door to his apartment opened and led them inside. He already knew that his mother wasn't home, she was at work, like always. He closed the door and led her to the couch where they found themselves falling to.
The feel of his hands running up her stomach was just too much for her to handle and she let out a groan. It pained her to do so, to give away the fact that he had her in these moments together.
He could feel her heart-rate increase as their chests pressed closer together.
"Sam..." he whispered against her neck as he left kisses down it and nipped at it.
She couldn't even form the words to tell him how much she liked how he said her name. It still bothered her that she didn't find out why he was avoiding this. It didn't matter at the moment though, he was giving her exactly what she wanted.