The alarm clock wailed out its obnoxious ringing, awakening Sam Puckett. She had forgotten to turn it off for the winter break. "Aww fuck," was all she could mutter as she reached out and slammed her hand down, reaching in desperation to find the damned snooze button so that she could be free of this incessant noise. She was so groggy that it took her a full minute to hit the right button. By that time she was already mostly awake. Sam remembered a message she had sent late last night or early this morning, at around four o'clock. Sam checked to see if Freddie had responded to her message of "hey nub, U up, we need to talk."
No luck. No love? No way!
Sam thought that Freddie would've responded to her message, but he hadn't even seen it. Sam just deleted it and unsent it. She got out of bed and started to dress herself. She chose the same Jeans that she had worn yesterday, and a new shirt and yesterday's jacket over it. As She pulled on socks that didn't match, she tried to tell herself that Freddie not messaging her back didn't matter, that him ignoring her was okay.
She told herself she was over him. She said those words, but she didn't believe them. In fact she knew that they were nothing but lies.
She knew he hadn't missed her wink. Even if he missed it while filming he wouldn't miss it in post production. But why had she winked at him, how could she have been so stupid? Should she have said something? Did it actually matter? All she knew was that The creative discussion for the next episode of ICarly would be awkward as all hell between them.
(Later
Sam arrived at the Shay house at around noon and, in typical Sam fashion, barged right in without even a knock.
"Hey Sam," Carly greeted her "can we talk?"
"Of course, Shay, comma, Carly." Sam replied Jovially "so, do you have any ideas?"
"Sam," Carly began "are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"You were seriously off last night," Carly continued "and you've been acting different all week."
"No," Sam said stallingly "you're seeing things woman."
"Sam I haven't seen you like this since..." Carly paused and Sam became nervous, had Carly realized the truth? Sam's relief came when Carly said "since I don't know when..."
But Carly couldn't finish her sentence. For right at that moment, Freddie burst through the door full of energy. Sam jumped and Carly gave out a little scream at how abruptly he leapt in.
"Morning, nub." Sam began to say
"Turn on the news!" Freddie exclaimed
"Why?" Carly asked
"Just do it!" Freddie's voice raised, "Hurry!"
Sam turned on the Tv, messed with the buttons for a bit and turned on Channel 9 while Carly attempted to calm a frantic Freddie. The broadcast had them frozen.
"After a night of sheer terror and mass hysteria. Gotham city, and the rest of the nation is gripped in a state of fear as the search for three deadly Arkham Asylum patients continues. The patients are as follows;
Johnathon Crane, the Scarecrow. Brilliant scientific mind and access to fear inducing chemical weapons. Last seen wearing a mask fashioned from a burlap sack, with a smile made of thread stitched in, and holes cut out for eyes, comparable to the boogeyman from Tim Burtons "nightmare before Christmas" or an actual scarecrow. Crimes include homicide, accessory to murder, breaking and entering, assault and battery, various drug related charges, and the dealing of illegal weaponry.
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Romance"You don't know what you mean to me, do you!" Freddie Asked "I do," Sam replied "I know that you need me just as much as I need you" When a madman escapes his cell in Arkham Asylum, everybody's favourite Internet personalities decide to cover the ev...
