'Hurry up you dork!'
'I'm coming. Geez!'
'You run like a girl,' said the blonde.
'Let's see how you make out running in all this snow with no one helping you with the bags!'
'Give me one then and let's hurry, the snow is starting to fall harder!'
Freddie willingly gave Sam a bag and they continued running towards Bushwell Plaza. The snow was really falling now. 'Why did they even agree to go to Socko's for Spencer? All they got were some crazy Christmas decorations. Well at least they were nearing their destination,' thought Freddie, as he saw the apartment complex up ahead.
'NO SNOW IN MY LOBBY!' bellowed Lewbert, as they entered.
'Put a sock in it.' thought Sam as she ran for the stairs.
'Sam!' cried Freddie, who was now breathless.
'What, Freddork?' Sam hissed as she spun around to face him.
'I'm tired. Let's take the elevator'
Sam paused for a second. 'You wuss,' she said while pressing the elevator button.
'You first, nub.'
Too tired to think of a response, Freddie just let her have this one as he tied his shoelace.
The door to the elevator opened and Sam jumped in. She proceeded to press the button to close the door. 'See you later, Freddi-gator. You snooze you lose!' she said with a smirk on her face.
'Puckett!' screamed Freddie as he dived into the closing elevator. He stood and glared at her as the doors closed behind him.
'Chilax, Benson. I was going to open it back for you.'
'Some how I doubt that.'
'Yeah, you're right. You know me so well,' said Sam in a sweet voice while fluttering her eyelashes and wearing a broad grin. 'You know for a nerd, you have pretty good reflexes. I'm surprised you made it in.'
'Uhhh, thanks,' Freddie said cautiously, wondering if to take her statement as a compliment or an insult.
Suddenly the elevator jilted to a stop, went dark, then the emergency light came on.
They looked at each other. The power was out! Freddie continued to look at Sam as her nostrils flared and she gave him the infamous Puckett death stare. He knew that he was in trouble.
She pounced on him, pounding his arm. 'IT'S YOUR FAULT, FREDNERD! I TOLD YOU TO HURRY UP BUT YOU COULDN'T KEEP UP! I STARTED TO TAKE THE STAIRS BUT NOOOOOOO… YOU HAD TO USE THE ELEVATOR! NOW WE'RE STUCK!'
'OWWW! IT'S A FREE COUNTRY, I DIDN'T FORCE YOU TO USE THE ELEVATOR! AND WILL YOU STOP HITTING ME!'
'You're dead, Benson,' Sam stated through clenched teeth.
'Relax. I'll just call Carly, tell her where we are and let her call the fire department.'
'Okay,' said Sam, still fuming. Freddie dialed Carly. Sam started pacing up and down the elevator with her arms crossed.
'Hey, Carls?... Yeah, we know the power is out… Well, actually we are already in the building. Thing is, we're stuck in the elevator…Yeah, Sam is mad…'
'GET ME OUTTA HERE!' screamed Sam.
'And Carly,' as Freddie gulped, 'please call my mom and the fire department and tell them to hurry please!... Thanks, later.'
As Carly hung up, she thought, 'poor Freddie. Sounds as if Sam is going nuts. I hope she does not kill him.'
Freddie looked at Sam whose eyes were filled with rage staring back at him. 'I hope she doesn't kill me,' he thought.
Sam continued staring through narrow eyes at him thinking, 'you're dead, Benson!'