Missing moment from iGet Banned!

(Sam's POV)

"Alright! Everyone out of here! If you ain't buying smoothies, don't clog up my floors" T-Bo yelled amongst the crowd of people that came to see "The Floors".

As the crowd started to clear out, Carly decided to check on Gibby, who was still in 'shock' from punching Freddie off the stage just now.

"Gibby? Are you okay?" I heard her slowly walk towards the bathroom.

The poor nerd still stays almost unconscious on the cold, unforgiving hard floor of shame; with a rush of guilt surging through me,

I bent down to check on him, again.

I removed the red guitar off his chest and tried my hardest to pull him up to an upright sitting position. Damn the nerd who got muscular.

I watched Freddie as he started to stir, before his big brown gravy eyes were staring at mine.

"My head hurts. What happened?" He groaned as he rubbed his temples; his facial muscles cringing in agony.

"Dude, Gibby punched the fudge out of you and you passed out. In front of everyone." I smirked at his horrified reaction. Not the happy ending I had imagined meddling into Freddie and Gibby's fake band plan, but none the less, somewhat hilarious.

I did however feel bad.

"Come on nerd; let's go to the park to wipe the humiliation off your face." I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. He reluctantly rose to his feet and followed me- in the park's direction.

Along the way, he started to drag his feet and eventually walked with a speed of a turtle.

I turned to look at him. "You look worse than the time your robot sketch on iCarly turned out bad"

Freddie mumbled under his breath and soon, we headed to the small park just a few blocks from the Groovy Smoothie. We walked past the lake, the playground and eventually settled at the foot of a small hill; where a single oak tree stood.

The park was somewhat empty except for a few cyclists and joggers and some children. Freddie sat against the bark of the tree and buried his face into his hands.

"That was utterly horrifying. And thank you, Sam, for making it even peachier!" Freddie's words were dripping in sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes and punched his right arm.

"Now you've learned your lesson nub, never listen to anything Gibby say and stop trying to impress girls with fake 'talents'" I air-quoted the words.

"And, Three- never let you handle stuff like this. How on earth did you get T-Bo to book a gig anyways?" Freddie questioned me curiously.

"The same way I never had to pay for smoothies. By pure Puckett manipulation. I tell you, it's a dark gift of mine" I shrugged off casually.

I guess this time it was easy, seeing how happy T-Bo was to hang at Carly's instead of with Mrs. Benson. I guess that'll make a guy say yes to anything who was wazzed off daily.

I heard Freddie chuckle.

"Why did you do it then?" I asked him, breaking the becoming of the silence. I was surprised, even after announcing it live on iCarly and asking T-Bo for the favour, Gibby and Freddie didn't back down. Despite them oozing with zero talent in musical instruments.

"I don't know really. I guess I was feeling frustrated, seeing some lame geeks getting the attention from girls, kinda stirred up annoyance?" I heard him sigh, as his eyes were set upon the whispers of clouds in the sky.

"Why annoyance? I thought you never cared about these things?"

"Seeing how we're on iCarly and seeing you and Carly getting celebrity fame; I felt like no one had given me enough fame for being there too. It got to me"

Turning to face him, I reached my hand out and stuck my thumb in front of him.

"Thumb war?" His brown eyes looking down at my hand gesture

He gave me a small sincere smile and covered my hand with this. His calloused palm seemed so big compared to mine.

I grinned inwardly at the warmth surging through my fingers in contact with his.

We played casually and as our thumbs fiddled in an all-out friendly war, it eventually it got to the stage where we ended up arm-wrestling.

"Giving up yet Sam? You know how you love losing to me!" Freddie's brown eyes mocking my unadulterated strength

"Over your dead body, Benson!" I felt my arm quiver just slightly.

I felt the skies above us darkening into reddish orange hues; looking down intently at our battle in between us; Freddie bit his lip in full concentration as he pummeled with his remaining strength to push my hand down.

Damn.

"Victory! In your face, Puckett!" He yelled in excitement and started dancing around in an odd manner.

I felt myself chuckling at his immature-like behavior and grinned. My 13 year old self would be disappointed that I actually lost to the Galaxy-War tech loving nerd of a nub, over nothing less than an arm wrestling match.

I leaned back against the oak tree and continued gazing at the art the sky was painting- the becoming of a lovely sunset. I felt Freddie returning to his reality and he sat down next to me, his legs brought up to his chest- also admiring the radiant skies.

"Thank you."

"What for?" I turned to look at him, bringing my legs towards me as well.

"For taking care of my jank-ness. For making me feel better."

"If it weren't for me, you'd be soaking up floor dust with a massive headache." I poked his chest.

He grinned and I found soon, to be locking gazes with him. I felt his breath close to my neck as he leaned closer, and I found myself to be doing the same thing as well.

Soon, we were pretty much lost in the sickening cute world where only Freddork and I mattered.

Our lips almost made its way to each other, just only to be shocked into reality by Freddie pearphone buzzing about. Damn, again.

I felt him sigh and I looked away, to stare at the darkening skies again. "It's Carly, she wants to know if we're going to Spaghetti Taco night."

I nodded and we both fell into a silence, unwilling to look at each other.

Freddie grabbed my hand and I looked up in a small shock.

"Thumb war, Round two?"

I really love the idea of Sam and Freddie just being silly little children :)

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