Serendipity (Book 2)

24 Hours by Gabsikle

Chapter 20

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8:00 PM

"Do you think we'll actually make it in without waiting in line?" Gibby asked.

"With how Sam and Carly look, we'll get in with no problem," Freddie said.

"Fredicini, put your arm around me so it looks like you're my date," Sam commanded. "Gibby, you do the same with Carly."

They walked straight up to the bouncer. He looked the girls up and down then asked, "ID's?"

Freddie and Gibby got theirs out of their pockets. Carly and Sam got them out of their bras.

The bouncer stepped aside and let them in.

"What else do you have in your bra?" Freddie asked Sam.

"My phone and some cash."

"How does it all fit in there?"

"Bra's are a magical thing, Freddie."

They finally reached the dance floor.

"Come on, Fredsqueeze, Mama wants to dance."

Freddie let her pull him right into the middle. He looked behind him, and was relieved to see Carly and Gibby following them. He turned back to Sam. She had started dancing.

Freddie was mesmerized. Where the hell did she learn to move her hips like that?

Sam looked at him and stopped dancing. "You just gonna stare, or are you gonna dance with me?"

Freddie could feel himself blush. "Um..."

Sam rolled her eyes and grabbed Carly. "Dance with me, kid."

"Okay. But first..." she turned to Freddie and Gibby. "Will you get us drinks?"

"Of the alcohol variety?" Gibby asked.

"Appletini," Sam said.

Carly said, "Vodka and cranberry."

Freddie pointed at them. "You two are not allowed to get wasted."

"Fredlame, we just want one drink. And at some point we'll do a group shot. You cool with that?"

Freddie sighed. "Yeah. I'm cool with that."

He and Gibby made their way to the bar.

"You know," Gibby said, "You should actually dance with Sam instead of just staring and drooling."

"Shut up, Gibby." Freddie didn't really trust himself to dance with Sam. Her body grinding against his. Freddie shook the thought out of his head. He ordered Sam's drink and a bottle of water for himself.

The two boys forced themselves past what seemed like million people before they found Carly and Sam.

"Holy chiz," Freddie said when he saw them dancing with each other.

"Why do girls dance all up on each other like that?" Gibby asked.

"To torture us."

They walked up to the girls. Sam happily took her appletini from Freddie.

"Mmm. Perfect," she said after she took a sip.

"How?" Freddie asked.

Sam moved closer to him. "Taste."

Freddie did as she said. "Wow. It tastes like candy."

Sam smiled. "I know. Let's dance."

After dancing for awhile, Carly and Sam decided it was time for a bathroom break.

They checked themselves out in the mirror for a bit and talked.

"I noticed that Gibson's got some moves," Sam said to Carly.

"I know. He's gotten better since we were younger."

"Fun fact, Freddie got a little excited while I was dancing with him."

"Oh my God!" Carly yelled. "Gibby too!"

"Boys are so weird."

"Well, we do look pretty hot," Carly said.

"I think they just need to get laid."

Carly laughed. "So, you see any guys to make out with?"

"Oh, yeah. Lots. But I'm waiting for a really, really hot one to approach me."

"You just want to make Freddie jealous."

"What? No."

Carly smiled. "Stop lying."

"Whatever. You gonna jump Gibby's bones tonight?"

"Sam!"

"What? I was just wondering. You're into him and all that chiz."

"He just broke up with Tasha. It's too soon for me to make a move."

"I guess," Sam said. "Let's get back out there. Freddie and Gibby are probably out there like lost puppies."

They walked out of the bathroom and Sam bumped into someone. She looked up and saw an extremely hot guy.

"Hi," he said to Sam with a smile.

Sam smiled back. "Hey. What's your name, hottie?"

Carly snorted at the lame pick up line.

"I'm Alan. Would you like to dance?"

"Shoosh yeah."

Alan grabbed her hand and they walked away.

Carly sighed and went to warn Freddie. She saw him and Gibby sitting at one of the tables along the wall.

She sat down.

"Where's Sam?" Freddie asked.

"Dancing with some guy," Carly told him.

Anger flashed in Freddie's eyes. "And you let her go off with some random dude?"

"Just to the dance floor."

"What if he slips her a roofie?"

Carly rolled her eyes. "Sam's not stupid. She won't let a stranger buy her a drink."

"Who approached who?"

"They ran into each other. She said a cheesy pick up line, then he asked her to dance."

Freddie looked sad all of a sudden. "She's gonna make out with him, isn't she?"

"Probably."

Freddie stood up. "I'm gonna go creep on them."

"Wait," Gibby said. He stood up as well. "I won't let you creep all by yourself."

Carly let curiosity get to her. "I guess I'll go too."

"So," Alan said as they danced, "Can I buy you a drink?"

No way Sam was letting that happen. "How about we make out instead?"

"Okay."

She took his arm and led him to one of the couches. They sat down. Alan quickly pulled Sam to him and stuck his tongue down her throat. It was so not pleasant. The guy couldn't kiss to save his life.

She felt his hand touch her boob. She smacked it away. He tried again about three seconds later. She smacked it away again. Then his hand started to creep up her leg. When he tried to get into her underwear, she pushed him away and punched him, breaking his nose.

Suddenly, another fist hit Alan.

Sam turned. "Freddie? Did you just punch him?"

"Yup."

Alan got off the couch and lunged at Freddie.

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