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Chapter 1: The Party

(Sam's POV)

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What?: Wendy's 16th birthday party

When?: Saturday, April 24th 2010, 7:00-2:00

Where?: 2384 Conton Blvd.

Addressed to: Sam Puckett

I looked at the card in my hands again. Then I looked at Carly and Fredlumps and groaned.

"Ugh, Do we REALLY have to go to this? Tonight is the night I pop some popcorn, slip into my jammies, pop in some "Friends" in my DVD player and cuddle up on the couch" I whined walking down the stairs. Carly scoffed at me.

"Of course you do! Wendy came to all of our parties now we're going to hers! Wendy's our friend!" Carly said putting in her earring as she was walking over to the mirror by the door.

"And do I REALLY have to dress up? It's just Wendy's birthday party. Not like I'm meeting the queen of England or anything...Well, even if I was I wouldn't be wearing THIS! I look like a stripper!" I said exclaiming and pointing to my outfit. I was wearing a black leathery dress, which came to my knees but was strapless and VERY low cut.

"Come on Sam, I picked that dress out myself, It looks really cute on you, Plus what guy wouldn't like you in it! It's unique!"

"It looks like something Lady GaGa would wear!" I groaned. Carly just laughed and rolled her eyes, At least she let me wear my black converse shoes. That made me feel a LITTLE better.

"Sam for the last time you look great, Doesn't she Freddie?" I looked over at the nub. He was wearing a tux type outfit and had his hair down. He was wearing a short sleeved white button up shirt with a black tie, really dark skinny jeans and black converse just like me. I swear it looked like we planned it. People usually coordinate their outfits with their dates. And I am definately NOT Fredwards date. He was spacing out and not paying attention to what Carly had just asked him but instead his watch.

"Dork!" I yelled to get his attention. He jumped a little. I laughed, he glared, I glared back.

"What?" he asked annoyed

"Tell Sam she looks beautiful like I've been trying to tell her for the past hour and a half we've been getting ready." I looked at him. His face changed from his usual color to a slightly redish color. Was he blushing! Nub...

"I-I uhhh...Yeah, she looks nice" I smiled. Wait, I don't smile at Freddie complementing me. I mentally hit myself in the cranuim for that one.

"Do you notice anything different?" Carly asked him.

"W-what? She looks the same she did when she went upstairs. Just fancier and with some makeup on." Freddie said stuttering over his words. Carly was making us both feel a little uncomfortble. NOT COOL!

"Her mid section" Carly said pointing to my chest. Oh god! She's talking about my push-up bra. I blushed this time. But quickly hid my face behind my blonde silky hair before either Carly or Freddison could notice.

"What about her midsection?" Freddie said slowly.

"You don't notice it a little...bigger then before. She's wearing a push-up bra, duh!" Freddie's eyes about bugged out of his head.

"Carly!" I yelled at her.

"Oh...Gah! Mental images!" he said closing his eyes until I hit him in the arm. Then his eyes flew open as he held his shoulder.

"Ow! Sam, Uncalled for!" Freddie yelled as his voice cracked.

"So is your face Fredward. And I smacked you because you insulted me!" I yelled at him.

"How!"

"Saying 'Ahhh mental images' about my midsection...I happen to think my midsection is quite extravegent thank you very much." I said turning my head to the side and putting my hands on my hips.

"Wow! You know what the word extravegent means?" Freddie chuckled. I was about to beat him down but I knew I'd get the 'You should be nicer to Freddie and blah blah blah' lecture from Carly again in the car. So I decided to shut up and just glare at him.

"Shut up Fredward! What are you stari-?" I gasped. "Freddork!" I hit him again.

"What!" he yelped again. His arm was gonna be sore in the morning.

"You were staring at my boobs, Perv" I said crossing my arns so he couldn't get a second glance.

"I was not!" he defended himself

"You were too!" I yelled taking a step forward.

"Uhhh...you guys, I'm standing right here!" Carly interrupted us. We ignored her and kept bantering back and forth.

"So first I get hit for not saying you midsection is 'extravegent' then I get hit again for looking!" Freddie asked gesturing with his hands.

"Yes!" I said blankly.

"How does that work?" he asked confused.

"I'll put it simply, Girls ALWAYS win." I said in a sassy tone

"GUYS!" Carly screamed, finally loosing it. We both turned around, she was clearly annoyed. We stopped.

"Can you 2 go 1 night without fighting! This is Wendy's birthday party...Come on it's 6:30 we've got to go...Freddie can we take your car?"

"Sure but...what happened to your car?" he asked with his hand in his pocket.

"Spencer's doing a paint job on it" Carly said unsurely. I think she was worried about what Spencer might do to her car. Last time he did a paint job on Mrs. Benson's car it was a DISASTER! PS: It now looks like one of those hippie vans from Woodstock, only in a prius shape.

"Ok, we'll take my car then" Freddie said twirling his keys around.

"Let's get this show on the road! I wanna get there before all the hot guys get taken" I said running out the door. I heard Carly and Freddie chuckle behind me as they closed the door.

...

We'd finally arrived at Wendy's party. Freddie and I were arguing as we pulled up to the driveway. Well actually we were aruging the whole way there, but it just climaxed as we pulled in.

"Puckett, I'm telling you for the last time a lady hobo is just called a "hobo" not a

"hoboette"

"No! Lady hobo's are called "hoboettes" I read that somewhere."

"Where?" he asked as he put the car into park.

", nub."

"That's not a reliable websource! Anyone can change that" he said getting out of the car and slamming his door.

"Yes it is Frednuff! I got all my info on the Civil War for my project from that website." I said slamming my door. I got a D- on that project. Apparently it wasn't fought in Mexico in 1996. Whatever. Carly got out last, listening to songs on her PearPhone. We continued arguing the minute we got into the car. The 3 of us walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. Sam and I were still fighting when Carly thumps us both in the back of the head.

"Ow!" we yelled simultaneously. "What was that for!" Freddie asked rubbing the back of his head.

"Start behaving, Sam, Freddie's right there's no such thing as a hoboette"

"Ha!" Freddie gloated.

"Bu-" I tried to protest.

"NO buts!" Carly excalimed ringing the doorbell once more. I knew when Carly told me I was wrong (Which was VERY rare) that meant I should shut up.

"And Freddie you don't have to rag on Sam the whole time either"

"Bu-" he protested.

"No buts Fredward!" Damn! Carly grew a pair lately! She was turning into me somewhat.

Wendy finally greeted us at the door. She was wearing a pink dress with a tiara in her hair.

"Hey guys! Glad you could make it. Come in!" She let us inside. There were already like 30 people there and it was only 6:57.

"Looks like you guys are the last guests. Join us in the living room for drinks and games and stuff...oh and so you guys know, my parents aren't home. So we can party all night" Yes! No parents equals no rules. No one telling us to 'turn the god damn music down'. No parents lurking around corners where people are making out, which is a good thing if I ended up pmeeting a guy here. Freddie and I walked into the living room while Carly went to go give Wendy her present from all 3 of us. We colaborated and ended up getting her this makeup set she'd wanted. We saw almost everyone from school that we knew there. Gibby came over to us, shirtless of course, but he still had a bow tie and a tux vest on.

"Hey guys" He greeted up as he took a sip of whatever he had in his cup.

"What up Gibson?" I asked. Freddie disappeared from my side. Then he arrived a minute later with 2 cups in his hand. He handed one to me.

"Nothing much, just trying to find some peeps to talk to. Then I bumped into you guys."

"Cool, we just got here" Freddie said.

"And Wendy said there aren't any adults" I said in a slightly evil tone.

"Sweet! Now I can do this!" he took off running down the hallway screaming "This is Gibbyworld! I am king Gibby YEAH!" Freddie and I looked at each other and bursted out laughing, almost falling over. He had to lean on the table for support and I leaned on him. After we caught our breath I realized I was still hanging onto him. I quickly stepped away from him awkwardly. We looked around to see who was there...Sean from the AV club, yuck! Ashley, some stupid slutty cheerleader, ewww! and WHOA! Holy really hot guy!

"Hey Dork!" I asked nudging him as I was still looking at the hottie I just saw."Who's that?" I asked pointed to the guy. He was standing over at Wendy's kitchen island talking to some other guys.

"That guy? that's Biff Harrison. He's in my geometry class." I stared at him again. He was about 5'7", blonde hair, blueish eyes, wearing a football jacket and was DEFINATELY fit!

"So you know him?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Eh, I've talked to him a few times. His brother Zac is in the AV club so that's the only reason I know him as well as I do". I looked back over at Biff. His friends had left and he was all alone by the drink table.

"Oh! He's alone, I'm gonna go talk to him. Wish me luck!" I handed the drink Freddie gave me back to him, half empty. I fixed my hair and my dress as I strolled Biff's way. I stood next to the table.

"Oh, am I in your way?" he asked.

"No, I just came over here incase you needed someone to talk to. I notcied you kinda alone over here." I laughed lightly. I may be Sam Puckett, Ms. Bold and Abrasive but whern it comes to talking to a guy I like I can be shy as hell. Also I'm a horrible conversation starter.

"Oh thanks" he gave me a half smile and held his hand out.

"I'm Biff Harrison by the way" I shook his hand. Ok, that may have been way too formal. This isn't the 1950's.

"Sam Puckett, I've seen you around school before but we've never talked."

"Yeah, Hey I heard you beat every guy last year in arm wrestling" I blushed and chuckled.

"Yeah" I said grinning. I did beat every guy last year. Even Ryan Langton, and that dude is beast!

"Nice, So that guy you were talking to over there, Freddie Benson...are you 2 like...an item?" What! How could he get that impression?

"Me and HIM! No way!" I said definsively.

"Just making sure" he said chuclking and pouring himself a drink.

"You want one?" he asked me, shooting me one of his amazing smiles.

"Uh, sure!" I said. He poured out drink slowly and carefully. He set the drinks on the table behind him for a second after pouring them.

"I like when the fizz is mixed in with the drink" he said cutely. I laughed quietly. He handed me my drink. I sipped it slowly. We stood in silence for a minute before he spoke.

"Do you wanna go talk in a private room? We can get to know each other a little more" he smiled at me again.

"Ok!" I said happily. I squeeled on the inside. Ugh! Another mental smack in the head. Sam Puckett does NOT squeel over a guy. Ok maybe just this once. I followed him into the room and sat on the couch as he shut the door so the loud music rumbling from the party room was silenced so we could hear each other. We ended up talking for a while. I told him all about my childhood and past and he told me his. He sounded like a cool kid when he was growing up. He'd spent a year or so in England with his grandparents during his parents divorce when he was 8. Then we talked about how we wanted our future to be like. From what he was telling me he wanted to be a boss type. Someone who always has power and control. He said he craved off that kind of stuff. I'm kinda like that too, except with Carly of course. That's the only thing I don't like about Biff. I always told myself I wanted to be the boss in a relationship. I would call alll the shots and he'd be along for the ride. Suddenly I felt lightheaded and grabbed my head in the middle of my sentence.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think I just need to lay down or something" he got off the couch and helped me lay down.

"Here, stay right there I'll get some help!" the last thing I saw was him walking towards the door. Then, I blacked out.

...

(Freddie's POV) (**This happens right after Sam goes off to talk to Biff**)

I watched Sam go off to talk to Biff. She doesn't look like the same Sam that I met when we were in 6th grade. She's grown more profound and elegent. What am I saying! She is NOT either of those things. Carly is but not Sam. But Sam HAS gotten curvier in the last year or so. Gah! I mentally scolded myself for that one. But, what can I say. I've kissed her before. Plus I AM a guy and she IS a...I think I'll just stop now. I walked over to the party room and looked back at Sam and Biff. They were walking towards the living room together. I couldn't help but feel a bit of...nevermind. As I walked into the party room a slow song was playing. I felt a bit awkward walking in at that moment. I looked around for Carly. Maybe we could dance again. After all we were almost boyfriend and girlfriend at one point in time. And we HAVE danced at the groovy smoothie. I looked all around when I saw her, slowdancing with another guy. Suprisingly I smiled for her. He looked like a nice guy for her. I saw her look into his eyes. Her eyes were smiling at him and his were smiling at her as well. I couldn't help but noticed the guy she was dancing with resembled me a little. Except his hair was down and he had that bad boy look. (A/N: This is a little inside joke on twitter. You see an AWESOME Seddie shipper, Holly, made up a character who plays Carly's boyfriend. His name is Craig Berkowitz. He'll be a HUGE character in this story so just a little info on him. Ill write an author note for the next chapter he's in explaining more about him)

I sat down on an empty armchair on the side of the room while the other people were dancing. On the coffee table in front of me I saw a mixed up rubicks cube. Being the math whiz I am I figured I could fix this thing in about 10 minutes or so. So I picked it up and started moving it around...

(1 hour and 30 minutes later...)

Wow! That took WAY longer then I intended. At least I got it figured out. I set it back on the table and looked over at the dancefloor. Everyone was dancing to "Pokerface" by Lady GaGa. Thinking of Lady GaGa reminded me of Sam's outfit. Earlier she said she felt like Lady GaGa. Speaking of which, where is Sam? She's been alone a LONG time with that Biff guy in that room. Maybe I should go check on them. I walked inbetween the dancing crowd and went over to the door knocking on it.

"Sam?" I asked once. No reply. I knocked again. I heard nothing. Maybe they were making out or something. Eww! I decided to go in anyway. I opened the door and what I saw shocked me more then anything. Sam was unconcious on the couch and Biff was inside of her.