|i'M Putting You
Author: dontyouwannadance PM
Sam and Freddie have some fun filling out their Senior Hall of Fame forms.Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor/Romance - Freddie B. & Sam P. - Words: 1,048 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 61 - Follows: 9 - Published: 04-29-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6951267
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Hello world. Here's a short (extremely so, for me) little oneshot I started writing an hour ago. It's inspired kind of by this thing I made in Photoshop yesterday...If you're one of the Seddiers on Tumblr, there's a good chance you've seen it. It's been making it's rounds surprisingly well, actually.
I got this idea just as I was climbing in bed and knew I needed to write it now. I think it turned out kinda nice, but you're the ones whose opinions I wanna hear. Let me know what you think, my dears. :D
Freddie Benson dropped his lighter-than-usual backpack on the floor beside Carly's couch and sat down with a loud thump next to Sam. Only God knew where Carly was at the moment – neither of them had really expected her to be home when they showed up at her apartment – but it wasn't really that unusual for the two of them to spend time at Carly's without her knowing it.
Sam had the butt of the TV remote pressed to her chin, but the screen remained black. She was staring straight ahead with a bored, half-conscious expression on her face and it didn't appear that she'd actually be using the remote any time in the near future.
"Did you fill out your hall of fame sheet yet?" Freddie asked her, referring to the Senior Hall of Fame paper they'd received as part of a packet given to the Ridgeway senior class, which required information that would eventually end up in either the yearbook or the newspaper.
"No." Sam answered, bored.
"It's due tomorrow."
"Are you gonna do it at all?"
"Can't. I lost the paper."
"I have mine. I can make you a copy." Sam finally dropped the remote in her lap and turned to face him.
"Okay." Freddie leaned over and pulled his own sheet out of his backpack, before standing up and walking over to the Shays' computer, where sat the brand new – yet already slightly beaten up, courtesy of Spencer – printer, complete with a scanner/copy machine. He lifted the lid and set the paper face down, closed it, and hit the copy button. Within seconds it spit out an identical paper, which Freddie then gave to Sam, along with a pen he'd grabbed off the counter, since he knew she wouldn't have one. Rather than thank him for kindly getting her a pen without her having to ask, Sam took the pen and wrote the words "Freddie's kneecap" on Freddie's knee, along with an arrow. Freddie only rolled his eyes and looked down at his paper.
"Most likely to be president." He read the first one aloud. "That's so you." He said sarcastically. Sam stuck her tongue out and ripped the paper from his hands, before writing her name on the line.
"If you were ever elected president I think I'd have to move to Canada."
"If I were president, you wouldn't have a choice. I would exile you to Canada."
"Most likely to be a famous movie star." He took his paper back and read the next one, ignoring her remark.
"Definitely you." Sam said, writing Freddie's name on that line on her own paper. "If they ever remake Revenge of the Nerds, you'd be perfect for the role of lead nerd."
"Have you ever even seen that movie?" He asked her, scowling.
"No, but the title fits you." Freddie made no comment, and looked back down at the paper.
"Nicest car." He said. "You again. Your Invisible Sam-Mobile is awesome." Sam laughed and shook her head in disbelief.
"Are you just gonna put me down for every one?" She asked him.
"Are you gonna put me down for every one?" He retorted.
"Then yes, I am."
"Okay." She said.
"That's enough. Next one. Nicest smile." Sam looked up at him and smiled the fakest, sweetest smile she could, and even bothered to bat her eyelashes as well as she knew how. "Freddie Benson." She said slowly while she wrote it down on her paper.
"Gets along with everybody. Sam Puckett." Freddie said, mocking her tone of voice.
"Partners in crime." They both read in unison.
"We need two for this one." Freddie told her.
"You and me?"
"You and me." He quickly wrote his name on the line with hers, and she did the same.
"Best hair. Sam Puckett. This one actually makes sense." He muttered, looking up at her. Half a smile lit up her face and she rolled her eyes.
"You have dork hair but I'm putting you anyway."
"What exactly is dork hair?" Freddie asked, letting her insult fall flat.
"Why don't you look in the mirror?"
"Why don't you grow a heart? Jerk."
"I have a heart. It just doesn't like you."
"That's because it loooooves me."
"Whatever." Sam gave him a look and glanced back down at the page in front of her. "Most likely to be a jaywalker. Are they serious with this one?" Sam laughed without looking up. "That's you though. You jaywalk all the time. You're gonna get hit by a car someday."
"Are you gonna hit me with your invisible Sam-mobile?
"Maybe I will." She looked down at the last category and all signs of laughter left her body. "Cutest couple…" She said slowly and awkwardly. For a moment, neither of them said anything.
"That could be us." Freddie finally said.
"Could it?" She asked, her jaw tightening.
"Do you want it to be?"
"Do you want it to be?"
"I don't know. Kind of. Yes."
"Okay." She smiled at him and finished off the list by writing "Freddie Benson & Sam Puckett" on the very last blank.
"Wanna go get a smoothie?"
"How about a movie instead?"
"Sounds good to me." Freddie agreed, standing up. He held out his hand for her and she took it, squeezing it hard, but not hard enough for him to lose feeling in his fingers, like she usually did.
"Maybe the movie store has Revenge of the Nerds."