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iCarly/Victorious: If Wishes Were Hornets #2 – Chapter 2

Freddie woke up feeling utterly exhausted and sore. His mind raced back to the night before and what he and Jade had done, wondering if he was right that this was a mistake. But as he shifted in the bed, he realized that Jade was curled into him still asl*ep, but she had a faint smile on her face as she breathed softly into his chest. At some point in the night, they must have put clothes on as Freddie felt that he was wearing his boxers and she was wearing a camisole and some panties. He thought hard about staying in bed with her for the entire trip, but since things were so new here, he didn't want Sam and Carly and the gang to know that he spent his night here.

Freddie kissed Jade on the head softly and began slowly slipping out of her bed, grabbing his clothes up off the floor, dressing as he made his way out, trying to be as quiet as possible. Just as he managed to get out of the door, he heard her move, and quickly and silently shut the door behind him. He took a deep breath and walked across the hall to his room, still thinking about what it meant to be with Jade again last night. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that, as he slipped into his own room, he didn't notice that he was not alone.

"Long night?"

Freddie nearly jumped as he spun around to see Sam laying on his bed, wearing a gray sweatshirt and some pajama pants.

"Uimm… yeah, I guess," he said nervously.

Sam sat up in the bed and stared daggers at him. "I know where you were and what, or who I guess, you did last night-"

"Sam, can we not do this?" he said, interrupting her. "Look, I didn't plan what happened with Jade and me last night. It just soma happened and I’m still processing it, so if that's all you have to say, then spare me please."

Sam wasn't expecting this response at all and was taken aback immediately. "Well… I wanted to see you last night and I saw you, and I was hurt."

Freddie looked over at her slowly before saying, "And what did you want to see me about?"

Sam stood up and faced him, and without a word, removed her sweatshirt, revealing a really nice piece of blue lingerie that hugged her curves. "This is why. I realized in the camper last night that I don't want to fight with you or have things be awkward. I love you and I need to be with you, regardless of the reasons we shouldn't, and I…" As the light hit her face, Freddie could see that she had clearly done some heavy crying as her eyes were once again welling up with tears. "I guess I was just too late."

"Sam... I don't really know what to say. I do love you... but ever since Halloween, things have been crazy awkward and I thought you were ashamed of being with me after we broke up, and that's why you took off the next morning. I personally wanted to see how things could work, but I guess I couldn't find the words either. But-"

"But you have no problem fucking the vampire skank in there?" she said throwing her sweater back on. "You'll just fuck anything that bats an eye won't you?"

"Sam… I told you I don't want to talk about her or last night. You want to talk about you and me, that's fine, but I got enough on my mind with Jade," Freddie jumped for a moment as he felt a vibration in his pocket.

"Let's just do a roll call of all the girls you have fucked just for being around- Me first, of course, not that it seems to matter to you. Obviously, Jade, and honestly, over the summer it was fine, but whatever. Add Carly to that, who went from good girl virgin to sex fiend, to a lesbian, and now she's all wrapped up in fairy tale crap. I haven't figured out a way to blame you for that yet, but I'm pretty sure you're connected. My gay s*ster is another one. Oh, we can't forget that little redhead friend of Jade's who is also pretty gay. Face it, Freddie, whenever you are in the same room as a girl, you're likely to screw them. And even with all that, I'm still crazy about you."

"You're right..."

"Fuckin' A, I'm right, Benson."

"Look, I made a mistake with you. And her honestly. I know you dumped me because you thought I was better off leaving you behind and you were wrong but I went along with it. I broke up with her because I wasn't sure who I should be with. I'm still not. I mean, think about it, every minute of every day we choose. Who we are. Who we forgive. Who we defend and protect. To choose a side or to walk the line. To play the middle. To straddle the fence between what is and what should be. That's what I was doing, Sam. Trying to find the delicate balance of interests that can never exist. Choosing by not choosing. Defending a center which cannot hold. So here we are. I can see myself spending the rest of my life with you just as easily as spending it with her."

"That still doesn't answer why you would feel that way and then crawl into bed with her."

"I know. Thus the reason I'm feeling the way I am. I have everything I could want with Jade, but I can't enjoy it because I'm thinking about you. And same applies when we had our night together, I thought about Jade afterwards."

"Well, I will make this easy, Fredward. You can-"

"Sam, I don't really want your blessing on this, it won't change anything, no matter how much freedom I'm allowed, my compass is still going to point to both of you."

"You didn't let me finish..." she said, her teeth beginning to grit. "I was going to say that you can go fuck yourself, you self-righteous asshole. You clearly made a choice so you can live with it. I'm done."

Freddie was a bit stunned as Sam walked out, shutting his bedroom door loudly. Freddie took a deep sigh as he sat on his bed and checked his phone to see a text from Jade.

-Where the fuck are you? Sneaking out was pretty shitty.

Well, this can't get much worse, he thought looking at the flashing clock on the bedside table.

"JUST SO EVERYONE IS AWARE, FREDDIE AND JADE FUCKED LAST NIGHT!"

"Yeah... that would do it," he said to no one in particular.

* * *

Needless to say that breakfast was awkward for all those involved. Freddie and Jade's secret romance was now out in the open and they couldn't help but feel a lot of shame, regret, and anger towards Sam Puckett. Sam was already over the two of them apparently and was now upset that there was no bacon in the house and they were all just eating fruit and toast.

Spencer tried to be as adult as possible, making sure not to mention it, but Freddie could feel his eyes on him every so often. After they finished, Spencer headed off to his room for a few moments before coming back down, dressed to go out.

"I gotta go drop my sculpture off at the museum or else it won't get judged for that art contest next week." He thought one of them would want to get out of the house and come with him, given all the tension, but no one volunteered. He kissed Carly on the head, snapping her out of her stupor as she read at the table, before heading out the door.

Gibby kept looking over at Freddie and then back over at Jade, giving them both weird looks, but switching to congratulatory winking and giving thumbs up whenever he was just looking at Freddie.

Jade went to go do the dishes and Freddie offered to help her, but she just shot him an angry look before shaking her head and encouraging the four teens to hang out in the den to watch some TV.

Carly stayed at the table reading on her Pear-reader while Gibby helped Jade with the dishes. Sam flopped down on the sofa and flipped through the channels while Freddie just looked over at her. When he would look at her too long, she'd flip him off and his attention would return to whatever was on as she channel surfed.

The awkward tension was so thick, a knife could cut through it. Finally, Jade exited the kitchen with Gibby and sat down next to Freddie, not making eye contact, but reaching to hold his hand tightly. She might have been trying to send some sort of Morse code the way she was gripping his hand on and off, but Freddie didn't follow the message.

For several minutes, all of them sat in utter silence, the only sound coming from Jade's big television, Jade's phone started buzzing, interrupting the silence and she quickly checked it and announced that a bunch of people were meeting for lunch in a bit and they should come too. Everyone seemed fine with the idea, and one by one they all disappeared up to their bedrooms to prepare for going out and grabbing showers until finally Freddie and Jade were alone.

"I'm really sorry about Sam."

"I'm less mad at you about that than I am the fact that you left me this morning. I went to sl*ep thinking I wouldn't be waking up alone this morning, so I was hurt. Why did you leave?"

Freddie sighed deeply, "I just didn't want people to get the wrong idea if we came out together. It was dumb, I know."

"It's whatever, Freddie," she said as her eyes were glued to the TV. "I love you but you've got some really serious shit going on especially with her. I think you should work things out with her, but I know you won't and she won't listen so I'm going to do something stupid and stick with you."

Freddie smiled at her, and leaned in and turned her head slightly to kiss her. It was soft and simple at first, but it quickly turned deep and sensual. Jade backed from his face slowly, her face unable to hide a grin.

"Yeah... now I'm going to do something incredibly stupid," Jade said standing up, "so I'm going to need you to follow me upstairs and fuck me in the shower."

"I-"

"I wasn't asking you," she said, grabbing the front of his pants with a wicked grin. Freddie followed right behind her, thinking to himself this was probably not a good idea, but who was he to argue with her?

* * *

Thank God for GPS, Spencer thought as he drove the bulky camper through the streets of LA looking for the museum. He even got some really nasty looks from some people for driving such a gas guzzler. He tried not to worry too much about it, since he wouldn't be here long and it wasn't like he could do anything about it. He pulled the camper into a pretty tight spot and ran around to the back to unload his sculpture.

Spencer was pretty proud of his artwork this time. It looked like a DNA helix, but with trash and stuffed anim*ls for all the pieces. Back in Seattle, someone had offered to buy it for 10 grand and he almost said yes, but then the contest came up, and he couldn't help but want to enter it. It was a bit heavy though so he was glad he brought it with a wagon.

He was met at the side door but a middle aged man who was essentially bald, but he had a weird horseshoe shape to the hair on the back of his head. He wore tiny librarian glasses on the end of his nose and was short. His nametag said Asst. Director Stevens, and Spencer reached his hand out to shake the stranger's hand. Stevens looked at Spencer's hand shook his head.

"Sorry, mate. I don't shake."

"Wow, you're Australian!" Spencer shouted before he even realized it.

"New Zealander actually, but I wouldn't expect you to just know that. So you are…"

"Spencer. Spencer Shay. I'm here for the sculpture contest," he said pointing to his design.

"Uh… huh," Stevens said, giving Spencer an incredulous look before reaching into his pocket and reading a list of names. "Look at that... you actually are on the list, Mr. Shay. I'm Arthur Stevens the co-director of this museum. Follow me."

Spencer followed the small man into the museum, dragging his little red wagon right behind him. They went down a long corridor and then turned a sharp corner which almost made Spencer drop his sculpture but he saved it at the last minute. Finally, they reached a showroom filled with everyone else's artwork. My competition is insane, he thought.

"If you will drop your piece off over on the left wall, we will head up to the office and get all your paperwork taken care of."

Spencer did as he was told, and set it up, taking his wagon with him under his arm like it was a skateboard. He followed Stevens up a flight of stairs, and then another flight of stairs, and then another flight until finally they reached his office.

Paperwork was a breeze for Spencer as he rapidly ran through the papers, and was surprised to see that there were going to runner up prizes. Second place wouldn't get the prize money but would still get to take the around the world trip. Third and fourth place just had a $5000 and $1000 dollar prize respectively. Spencer was on his way out of the door when Stevens stopped him.

"Mr. Shay, as a gift for being a part of our event, here is a pass to our museum. It's good for five visits."

"Or one visit for myself and four friends?" Spencer asked, smiling.

Stevens stared at him, completely deadpan, before just saying, "Yes, Mr. Shay... though the idea that you have four friends would surprise me greatly."

Spencer was unsure how to respond to that and just backed out of the office slowly. He ran down the stairs and put the wagon back in the camper. He had every intention of driving back to the West mansion, but the awkwardness from breakfast really got under his skin so he decided to stick around and check out the museum.

It was a huge museum with three floors of exhibits, all of which were filled with art. He felt like he had walked through a mile of sculptures, which led to an even longer path of photographs, mostly black and white. Eventually, Spencer reached the third floor which was full of paintings of all shapes and sizes, showing every art form imaginable. Spencer took his time with these, really taking in the artistic vision being presented.

He was staring at a picture of a pond when a woman walked up beside him, and also stared at the painting. Spencer tried not to look too much at her, but he certainly found her attractive, but he couldn't figure out why. She looked a little younger than him and was a bit shorter than him, with long dark brown hair and glasses. She was wearing a long brown sweater with a t-shirt and tight black pants. The two stood there for a few minutes, both not wanting to be the first to walk away, until finally she broke the silence.

"So, how about this painting? Crazy, right?"

"Yeah… it is certainly... something." He was clearly desperate to find the words to make him sound smart. "I like the colors, and the way the water looks really.... You know, watery."

"I think it's the artist's best work, for sure, and the expression it certainly screams about the fragility of youth and nature."

"Ok... I gotta be honest. I don't know anything about any of that... I'm just a guy who likes paintings."

"Seriously? Thank fucking god…" she laughed. "I was seriously thinking you might know I was full of shit. It's a pretty picture though, for sure."

The two shared a laugh and walked to the next picture, and after another short stint of silence, he offered his hand out.

"I'm Spencer, by the way. Spencer Shay."

"Amy. Rivers," she said softly. "But I think I actually know you from somewhere."

"I doubt it... I have only been in LA for like a day. But you do seem a bit familiar as well."

"Huh... I swear I've seen you on TV or something. Weird." She stared at him for a couple minutes, her eyes framed by thick rimmed glasses that looked really nerdy, but she looked impossibly cute.

They walked by a couple more paintings before Spencer took a second to check out her ass. He immediately regretted it as she caught him, but gave him a sly smile.

"So, Spencer, what brings you to Los Angeles?"

"Two things actually. One, my little s*ster and her friends wanted to visit some friends who live in LA, but the main reason I'm here is the sculptor's contest."

"No, shit? Me too!" she said, a bit too loudly. "I dropped off my submission this morning, and then I just decided to hang out here. Now, I'm kinda glad I did."

Spencer gave her a smile. "Me, too actually. I was just-" He lost his train of thought as his phone went off in his pocket. It was a text from Carly letting him know where they were eating lunch, "Sorry, text from my s*ster. They are getting lunch at some outdoor café downtown. Wanted to see if I wanted to meet them."

"I think I know the place actually," Amy said, looking at her own phone. "It's an okay place, I guess... if you want lunch, you should come with me. I think I know just the place. Sushi joint called Nozu."

Spencer was unsure about this girl. She had gone from a complete stranger to wanting to have lunch with him way too quickly. And yet, there was something really familiar about her that he couldn't put his finger on.

"Sure, Amy... sounds great."

"Awesome… I’ll drive."

"I could just follow-"

"Not a chance Spencer, you couldn't keep up with me in this..." she stopped short and stared at Spencer for what seemed like minutes, but was really seconds as she shouted. "Oh, shit... are you one of the people from iCarly?"

"Ummm... kinda, I just help my s*ster out every so often. I didn't realize people actually watched it in this area."

"Are you k*dding?! I love that show. I found it while I was in college and just became a huge fan. I know it’s corny and dorky and no 25 year old has any business watching that stuff but seriously... this is really cool. I've met celebrities but this feels like a really rare opportunity. That seals it... I'm driving to and buying lunch."

Spencer had seen some pretty crazy fan-girls of the show, but he never expected a situation like this, with a girl who looked like this. "You don't need to do that Amy... I can get my own lunch. I'm not some celebrity, I'm just a guy from Seattle who has a really smart and talented s*ster with some good friends."

"You make it sound like you're nothing. Clearly you're an artist if you were invited to submit to this place."

"You're one to talk, Amy. You have something here too. We're competing against each other, you know."

"Yeah, but the art thing is just kind of a side project. I have a... job, and my social life keeps me busy. I worked on my sculpture off and on for like 3 years."

"Pretty sure you just proved my point..."

The two shared a couple laughs as they headed toward the stairs and to her car. Somehow, Spencer wasn't surprised that she drove a VW Beetle, but was pleasantly surprised to see that it was full of weird knick-knacks from a bunch of shows and movies, most of which he knew about but had never seen.

"Sorry about the mess... I am a real slob," she said, throwing a pile of stuff from the passenger seat into the back.

"It's all good. The only reason my vehicle's clean is because it belongs to a buddy of mine." As he sat down, he saw a weird picture for half a second, but shook the idea out of his head as he buckled in, looking over at her.

Amy swapped her glasses for sunglasses and pulled out of the museum lot and into the city traffic, driving erratically through the thick LA traffic.

* * *

When Jade had called it an outdoor cafe, what she really meant was that it was a glorified coffee shop with most of the seating outdoors. Freddie didn't want to be a snob and mention that Seattle was the real place to get coffee, but he shrugged it off since Jade liked to think she knew best, and when she was happy, she let him have sex with her. Which was nice.

Jade and the iCarly gang arrived last to the hangout, and raced to the big table where they saw the whole gang from Hollywood Arts and the camp, plus Andre and this buff new guy.

"About time you got here, West..." Tori said, punctuating her name hard and giving her a smile as if she was being insulting, but it just wasn't in Tori's skillset to be mean.

"Oh, Ah'm little Miss Tori Vey-gah, and Ah'm just the most punctual thang," Jade said mocking Tori in her signature voice. The two girls exchanged a glance as Freddie and Sam took seats at the table, with Gibby and Carly between them for obvious reasons. Jade sat next to Freddie, next to Tori who was sitting close to Nate, who had his arm d****d over her. Trina sat next to her s*ster's boyfriend, with Robbie and Andre sitting on her other side, with Beck and Cat rounding the circle next to Sam. Everyone shared their hello's while a barista came by and took their order of baked goods and flavored coffees.

Seeing that he was clearly the new guy, Freddie tried to hit up Nate to get to know him, but Nate was a bit intimidating. And for some reason, Freddie's brain was screaming not to make any "you're the boyfriend of my girlfriend's girlfriend" jokes, even though he had no idea how to even make that joke. Finally, he just settled on, "How's it going, man?"

"Eh, it's alright, I s'pose. You?"

"Yeah, going alright on my end, all things considered. So, you're kinda new to LA, right?"

"I reckon so. My dad took me to Hollywood and some feature lots a couple times before we finally moved here."

Freddie took a sip of his coffee. "Mmm... not bad," he said to no one in particular before kissing the back of Jade's head as she was in the middle of a conversation with Tori. "You were right about this place, babe."

"Of course I was," she said, not even turning.

"Yep," Nate chimed in, "damn fine cup of coffee."

"So what does your dad do?"

"He's Jeremiah Shepherd. He's a producer of a bunch of movies and I think he wants to direct sometime next year. Being a dad though is probably 7th or 8th on the job list though."

"That sucks, dude."

"Yeah... I guess, but it's all good. Got the girl of my dreams so I can't really complain," Nate said, squeezing Tori for a second, but the Latina teen was unfazed from her conversation with Jade. "Women, amirite?" he said, offering his fist out for a bump, which Freddie cautiously obliged, earning both guys a mild punch from their girlfriends.

On the other side of the table, Sam was sitting and drinking in silence, trying not to look at Freddie, and she couldn't really look the other way too much without seeing Beck. When she first saw him, she had a bit of a 'holy shit' moment, seeing that he did not look well, and his eyes seemed a bit sunken like he hadn't slept in days. If what she heard about him from a couple months ago was still true, he might be on dr*gs again.

Beck did feel a twinge of annoyance as he knew Sam was looking at him, but he had no intention of acknowledging her. Part of him felt some regret for how things went with him and Sam at that camp, but that was the past and Sam acted like a ch*ld. Besides, it freed him up to go after Tori, who he had been wanting for a while anyway. But now the thought of her sent searing rage into his eyes. Not Tori herself, but whenever he thought of her, he remembered how Jade convinced her to dump him and how that scavenger redneck Nate had stolen his girl from him. They had been together since almost the moment she dumped Beck, and he knew that she didn't care for Nate the same way he cared for her. And the day that was realized would be a great day for Beck Oliver.

Carly was trying to shrug off the awkwardness of seeing Cat again as well. The redhead was nice, for sure and she was a lot of fun, but right now Carly was looking for something wholly different. Cat kept trying to get her attention to make eyes, but Carly kept trying to shake her off. She felt like a bitch doing it, but Cat was never one for subtlety and in front of all these people, she couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed that Cat might out her, especially since she was reconsidering her whole 'into girls' thing.

Cat was incredibly sad that Carly seemed to be ignoring her, and didn't understand why she was being mean. She felt little tears welling up, and she tried to fight them, understanding how easily she slips into being overemotional. She thought about talking to Beck, but he had his angry face on, so she figured he wouldn't want to talk to her. The petite redhead scanned the table, and everyone seemed busy in their own conversations. The only person who seemed to be paying attention to her was Robbie, but she really didn't feel comfortable around him and he was also treated her different since she didn't share his feelings. Cat just resigned herself to sitting in silence while she looked around, wishing everyone would just get along. It was a beautiful day despite being a bit chilly, and she daydreamed about spending it with her friends on an island beach somewhere.

Robbie and Trina were actually becoming good friends now. While Robbie had let what happened with them go, the idea of dating her again was pretty foregone. Trina, on the other hand actually still had feelings for the skinny nerd, but did what she could to hide that fact. Robbie was still heavily enamored with Cat, but given her sexual preferences, he really didn't stand a chance with her so he had just retired to the idea that he would be single forever. Luckily, Andre, Nate, Freddie, and Beck, when he would actually put a word in, were there to talk to when Trina decided to finally give him some space.

The 12 teens had mini sandwiches and drinks, sitting at the table for over an hour before Carly realized her br*ther still hadn't shown up. She was just about to call Spencer when she saw that he had already texted her.

-Off 2 lunch with this cute girl I met. Will call later when I'm heading back. Love ya, k*ddo.

Spencer is already going on dates with girls, Carly thought; we haven't even been here 24 hours. She quickly replied and got back to gabbing with all the other k*ds, everyone tossing out their rants, raves, and personal ideas about iCarly. Personally, she couldn't wait until she could just end the show and take a lot of the fame and pressure off and end stuff like this.

As lunch ended, Jade reminded everyone about the Christmas party at her house the next night. After that, one by one, they went their separate ways until finally there was no one left but Tori and Nate.

He held her close and once everyone was completely gone, he kissed her on her head and she fully kissed him back softly. Tori was always really particular about PDA, but little stuff like this didn't get to her.

Nate was a great guy to Tori, and he was always nice, supportive, and he was very handsome. For all intents and purposes, Tori should have been all over him. Her last few boyfriends had been pretty scummy and most were more focused on other stuff than her, especially Beck. But Nate was nothing like that, and while it was comforting to know that he was different and she felt safe with him, she still had this feeling that something just wasn't right with them.

Unlike Beck, Nate didn't actually push her to have sex, which was really surprising for a teenage guy. They had done a lot of making out in the two months they had been together, and he had gone down on her, but they had yet to cross the line completely. She wondered if that was a sign of something, or perhaps he was a virgin and didn't want to take that step. But if he was as in love with her as he said he was, he should want to take the relationship to the next level, right?

Despite all her doubts, she really did like Nate and she enjoyed being in a relationship with someone so caring and nice and sweet, and just different. She pushed her face into his chest, his warm pecs being the perfect home for her chilled face.

"I love you."

His words threw Tori off so much that she nearly fell out of her seat. She knew it, but this was the first time he had just outright said it. "I... love you too, Nathan."

"Do you really?" he said, looking into her eyes, searching for the answer he desperately needed.

"I... I think so. I mean... I guess I was just responding and I didn't know what else to say, but I do love you and I really like being with you."

Despite her positivity, Nate felt his heart sink. She was just appeasing him at this point and that was the last thing he wanted. "Well, that's ok. But don't say something you don't mean, Tori. If you don't felt that way about it, it's ok. Not the end of the world. But please don't lie to me."

"You're right," she said, putting her head to his chest again. "I'm sorry. I just panicked."

"S'all good, pretty lady," he said, hugging her tight and putting his confident and playful face on. "Now, why don't we get you someplace warm?"

Tori just nodded as they stood up and walked to his truck, hand in hand. After jumping into the cab, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before laying her head on his shoulder.

"Let's go to your place, babe, I really don't want to go home and see what Trina's done with the Christmas decorations."

"Sure thing, babe," Nate said, smiling through his heartache, but looking forward to the alone time they would be having.

* * *

Halfway across town, Spencer and Amy wrapped up their sushi lunch and she somehow convinced him to come back to her flat. He was surprised at how good the sushi joint was, but there were a ton of people there so it felt a little cramped. There was something strange about this girl, and yet also very familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. But he liked her, and that was certainly something.

To say that her apartment was different would be a huge understatement, but it seemed oddly fitting for her. The place was an absolute mess, but what caught Spencer's eyes more than anything was that it was like nerd heaven. The walls were adorned with all sorts of Doctor Who, Star Wars, and Lord of the Rings paraphernalia. Action figures and busts of characters were on shelves, and perhaps weirdest of all, there were sexy pictures of her on the walls.

"Nice place you got here, Amy."

"You're so full of shit. This place is a dump, Spencer. Don't lie."

She cleared off space on the couch for them and Spencer sat down while Amy did a few things around the apartment.

"I'm not lying," he said. "You have some really cool stuff here. I never imagined you would be into all this stuff."

"Well, it's not a great opening line. Can you imagine if I had said, "Hey, I'm Amy. How would you like to see my scale model of the Millennium Falcon above my bed"?"

"I actually might have said yes to that, given the implication."

The two shared a laugh while she raced around the apartment doing several things that Spencer honestly wasn't sure of. As he waited, he grabbed his phone and started going through it, and saw a text from Carly that they had a good lunch and were hanging back at Jade's now. Spencer started scrolling through his pictures on the phone until he hit one of Carly and him when she first came to live with him. He was amazed by how much she had grown, and like a tidal wave, the guilt he had over the repercussion of possibly winning this contest ran over him. He felt sad, and worried that he was making a huge mistake either way he went.

Amy finally slowed down and brought Spencer a beer before sitting down next to him. He was so unfocused that he didn't even notice that she had changed into a sundress and sweater combo.

"You ok?" she asked.

"Yeah... sorry. Just kinda out of it."

"Any particular reason?" she asked, twisting the cap off her beer and taking a sip.

"Eh… nothing huge. I know I'm probably not going to win this whole contest thing, but," Spencer said morosely taking a drink, "I am worried that if I do and I take this trip then Carly will be all by herself and I just don't feel right leaving her behind."

"Wow, seriously? Isn't she like 18 by now or something?"

"Yeah, she is... but I've always been there for her, and she's all I have and I know I will hate myself for either choice." Spencer took a deep sigh and finished off the bottle of beer. "I just feel kinda down."

"Maybe I can give you a pick-me-up. What is it that you really want right now?" Amy asked setting her finished beer on the side table.

"I wish I knew."

"Well... do you want a 'pick-me-up' or do you want to pick me up?" Amy leaned in close to Spencer, taking her glasses off.

Spencer met her just short of his face and kissed her passionately. It was weird for him to just straight up kiss a girl like this, but there was something undeniably sexy about her right now.

"I think I made the right choice," he said, smiling at her.

"Goddamn right you did," Amy said, before ripping her sweater off and pressing her lips tightly against Spencer's. Their hands were rapidly searching each other's bodies and Spencer was pleasantly surprised that, despite her baggy clothes, Amy was thin, but she seemed to have some really nice breasts. He knew she did, given the amount of cleavage her sundress was showing moments before, but after feeling that she was bra-less, he could feel her curves.

The two kissed softly as his thumbs ran across her nipples, which were hardening quickly just as much due to excitement as the cold. His tongue snaked into her mouth as her's slipped into his mouth massaging his own tongue. She reached down and pulled his shirt off in a flash, as she ran her fingers over his abs.

Eventually, Spencer found the nerve to take it the next step and slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled the dress down just enough to expose her pert breasts. They were clearly D cups and, unlike Kenzie's, they were 100% real. He immediately lowered his mouth to her chest, sucking softly and running his tongue over her sensitive peaks. He then swapped to the other one to do the same as his thumb and forefinger played with the now neglected nipple.

Amy threw her head back for a moment and looked down at him worshipping her chest before pushing his head further onto her rack.

"Harder, Spencer. Suck my tits harder!" she said through gritted teeth.

Spencer did as he was told, gripping her tighter and sucking harder on her body's sensitive places. He pulled away for a second and she brought her hand up, lifting her breast so that the nipple was right at her mouth, and licked it sensuously. Spencer then kissed her through the breast so both their tongues danced along the sensitive peaks.

After the kiss, Spencer wasted no time dropping to his knees in front of her as she sat on the couch. He lifted her slightly and slipped his fingers inside her dress and into the lining of her panties, pulling them down a bit and then grabbing them with his teeth and finishing the removal slowly before diving his head back under her dress.

He kissed her inner thighs softly before he felt her hand on his head through the dress, pushing his face into her core. Spencer got the message and dove his long tongue inside her, licking along her walls and running his sponge-y tongue all over her most sensitive of areas. His hands wandered up her body and began kneading her breasts.

Amy's eyes rolled back a bit as she helped one of his hands touch her breasts, and held his head in place with the other hand, praying that his oral assault lasted just a little bit longer so she could come. She hadn't had someone, besides herself, make her cum in so long, but if this guy kept it up, that was about to change. Her mouth opened involuntarily, throwing out moans and high pitched noises she didn't even know she could make.

Her moans caused Spencer to increase his action, pulling back a bit so he could pull her hood and lips apart until her clit was exposed. He softly licked it and nibbled at it while his fingers toyed with her out lips, teasing the idea of penetration. Finally his middle and ring finger were thrust inside her, causing her to hunch over unexpectedly. This sudden feeling was the last straw she needed, and with a high pitched scream and a bit of convulsing, she came. Hard.

"Holy fuck!" she exclaimed, taking deep breaths to restore herself. Without another word, she grabbed Spencer by his hair and pulled him up to face her, still heaving for breath. Once he was standing again, she threw him onto the couch to sit and removed her dress completely. She dropped to her knees hungrily and tore off his belt and opened his jeans, and growled as his boxers became her new obstacle. She pulled those and the jeans to his ankles before admiring what she was about to experience. "Oh god… this... this cock is what I've been waiting for."

Before Spencer could thank her, or say something awkward, she impaled her face onto his member, instantly getting almost half of it in one move. She let the 4 inches simmer in her mouth and throat, savoring his meat's taste before pulling out and taking a breath, smiling. She used her saliva to stroke him a bit before licking the head like a lollipop.

Amy began bobbing her head up and down on Spencer's cock, using her free hands to stroke his base and his balls. Eventually, both hands drifted to her own body, to rub her breasts and to rub her clit as her head and neck did all the work necessary. She knew she was doing a good job when he emitted some grunts and put his hands on her head. She made some noises of her own, her masturbation causing some moans which sent some vibrations into his member.

"Amy, I'm like really close-"

Before he could even finish the sentence, she had pulled off of him and slaps his dick, giving Spencer this anim*listic look that intimidated him. She reached into the wallet of his pants and thumbed through until she found a foil square. She tore it open with her teeth and used her hands to pull the condom onto him completely. Having a few seconds free from her mouth and his stamina had returned. Amy pushed him back onto the couch so he was laying down before climbing on top of him and slowly lowering herself onto his waiting cock. Inch by inch, she took all of him inside her until he bottomed out inside of her, and she was filled. She even touched her stomach to see if she could feel his flesh spear inside her.

Once she became accustomed to him, she began gyrating slowly, getting completely acclimated before she unleashed the furious fucking she wanted to give him since she saw him at the museum. Spencer leaned up and kissed her breasts and she grabbed his hand putting his fingers inside her mouth. She could taste herself on him and that made her so hot she could hardly stand it.

Suddenly, she threw his hand away from her face and pushed him to lay completely flat, and began to impale herself over and over with his rod, each time, getting harder and faster. Her body bounced like no tomorrow and her breasts went all over the place. Her hands tried to hold them in place but eventually she gave up and put her hands on his chest scratching him with her nails as she fucked herself into some kind of sex oblivion. She'd never felt anything like this before and a flash of white became all she could see for several seconds as a mind altering orgasm took hold.

She collapsed onto him and kissed him softly as her inner walls were still tightening around his member. She licked his ear and whispered, "Shit, baby… I'm not done but I'm tired of doing all the work. Get up, bend me over, and fuck me... And don't you dare stop until I tell you to."

Spencer got up onto his knees on the couch quickly, pushing her face down onto a stack of freshly folded laundry on the other side of the couch. He ran his member all along her entrance.

"Stop fucking teasing and fuck me!" she screamed, throwing Spencer off so much that he just pushed completely inside of her in one swift move, sending her face into the clothes, muffling her scream. Gripping her hips tightly, he moved in and out of her, so swiftly that his ball were slapping against her entrance. His pace and fury increased and she was so exhausted that she felt her body just giving in to him completely. As his hands moved from her hips to her hair, he pulled on thick handfuls of hair like they were reins as he pounded her harder and more intensely. He watched her breasts hanging and swaying with his thrusts, and freed one of his hands to reach and slap her ass, quickly leaving a red hand-shaped mark.

A loud whine combined with her vaginal muscles squeezing him alerted him that she had come once again. This was quickly followed by a loud exclamation as she pulled from him and sank to her knees.

"Get that rubber shit off and hit me with that hot cum you've been holding onto. I need your cum to paint my face and tits! Become Jackson Pollack and treat me like your fucking painting."

The words were all Spencer needed to hear as he pulled out and ripped the condom off, and only had to stroke himself a few times before his own overwhelming orgasm hit him and he fired rope and rope of white, painting her tan skin with his seed. Once he could see straight again, he looked down at his lover, her hair, eyes, lips, neck, and heaving breasts covered in his cum. He never even realized he had that much in him and she seemed just as surprised.

"Sorry," was all he could manage.

"What the fuck are you apologizing for?" she asked, tasting his cum, and after realizing it had a nice citrus flavor, began licking more and more of him from her body. "That was hands down, the best fucking sex of my life, and believe me, that's saying something."

She went from the living room to the bathroom in a hurry, the sound of a shower cranking up. As she walked back into the living room, washing her face with a washcloth, she stared at him, as if to ask "What are you doing?" and her words mirrored that.

"Do I have to spell shit out? Get your cute ass in the shower, Spencer. You're going to clean up your mess. And if you're really good, I won't let you have any tools."

* * *

The Christmas party arrived sooner than anyone was prepared, and even with a whole day and a half and a few extra hands helping her, Jade got her house guest ready with just a couple hours before people started showing up. Though to be fair, Jade did spend a lot more time with Freddie than she had originally anticipated. Their renewed love affair was like a hurricane of corny jokes, deeply meaningful conversation, and mind blowing wall to wall sex. Between his arrival and the party, Freddie and Jade had had sex 5 times. And that's not even counting when she jerked him off under the kitchen table during dinner one night. They just couldn't keep their hands off of each other and this fact did not go unnoticed by anyone, least of all Sam.

Sam was in a real quandary. She felt trapped inside Jade's house, having to look at the love of her life be with someone else. But on the other hand, she wanted to stay close and keep an eye on them, some insane fear that they might get married while she wasn't looking. She didn't know anyone in LA besides Beck, and she definitely didn't want to talk to him. But unless something interesting happened at this party and she found some male to spend time with, she felt like she might just crawl begging to Freddie. Or worse, Gibby. And the weird thing was that she didn't even want sex. She just wanted some guy, preferably Freddie, to tell her how pretty she was and that she was wanted. He could do whatever with her, just so long as he made her feel special.

Spencer had only been in LA for three days, but he might already have a girlfriend. Well, she certainly felt like a girlfriend, at least. They had had sex together twice that first day they met, and she wanted him to spend the night and he had to decline. He did however, after some of her insistence, join Amy for a brunch at her place, where much of the food ended up uneaten as they became distracted and Spencer finally got to see her bedroom. There was something very off about her though, and after seeing more of the nerd memorabilia and her suggestive posters of herself, Spencer was wondering if Amy was crazy.

The guests started appearing around 8:30, with Robbie being the first unsurprisingly. The boy may have been Jewish, but he certainly wasn't the type to miss a Christmas party or be in the Christmas spirit. He went right to work trying to help Jade, Freddie, Carly, and Gibby set everything up with the food. Robbie did have a bit of a crush on Carly, but he was more interested in Cat. He considered trying to hit on Carly at the party if the chance arose, since he was so close to just giving up on Cat.

Andre arrived next, with Beck in tow. Their ebony and ivory friendship seemed extremely odd, and not because of skin color, but because of their attitudes. Andre was always very happy and positive and he was extremely creative. Beck, on the other hand, was extremely dour and cold, never really looking happy or friendly. Beck knew the house better than most of them, and instantly took a seat on the couch while Andre started setting up his music system to play some Christmas music infused with some rock, rap, and even some country at the behest of Nate.

Sinjin and Berf showed up next and were able to get 5 steps into Jade's house before Jade chased them off with a broom like they were rodents. She remained on the lookout for the two of them for the rest of the night.

Tori, Trina, and Nate all came together, but they couldn't look any more different in their appearances. Nate had his usual western look going, boots, jeans, flannel shirt with a suede duster, this time topped with a cowboy hat. Tori was wearing her Christmas outfit from last year, when she, Jade, and Cat had saved Andre from getting a bad grade by performing his song. And Trina looked like a housewife from the 50's, her hair in a bun, wearing a purple blouse and a skirt. The trio looked odd together, but Trina broke off after taking a few steps inside. As Nate passed the kitchen, he handed a case of beer, as if by magic, from inside his coat and into Freddie's hands.

Finally, Cat arrived with their teacher Sikowitz, who definitely seemed out of place amongst all these young people, but he certainly brought some life to the party. Cat on the other hand, felt really odd at the party, amongst people she felt like she barely knew, people she knew way too well, and some people that knew way too much about her. She was bundled up with all sorts of heavy coats, but as soon as she got to the living room, she took them off and was left in a nice little cocktail dress. Needless to say, it did nothing for the guys, Robbie especially, to stop staring at her. Sikowitz carried with him this huge box, that wasn't wrapped so it didn't seem to be a gift, but he was being very careful with it.

With all the guests now in attendance, the party was underway, the music was pumping and so was the alcohol. There were also some little snack foods for people to nibble on as they socialized and partied. Jade and Freddie stayed pretty close together, as did Tori and Nate, while the single participants mingled and talked.

Sam sat down on the couch next to Beck and started to say something, but quickly shrugged the urge off. He did notice however and was going to say something to her, but all he really could manage was "Sorry."

"It's cool," she replied, just as coldly before taking a swig of beer at the same time he did, leading to a funny visual for those who were watching them. And that was the longest conversation either of them had with anyone the whole night.

Eventually, Jade and Tori went off together for some nose powdering time, which Freddie liked to imagine had a lot less to do with noses and powdering than they let on, but he was wrong. With his freedom, he walked outside and found Nate sitting on the stoop, drinking his beer while watching the party through a window, Gibby right beside him.

"Hey man, you ok?" Freddie asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm doing good. Just getting some fresh air," Nate said sipping his beer. "Well, as fresh as air can be in this insane town."

"I like LA," Gibby said, chiming in. "Lots of people."

"Well spoken, Gib."

"Thanks, Freddie. So, Nate... what's with the cowboy getup?"

"I got here on time so I got to be the cowboy guy," he said, implying that there was a joke there. When he realized no one got it, he quickly turned serious. "This is my normal look. Well, minus the hat and boots. Just figured I would wear the stuff."

The three guys sat in silence for several moments, watching how the party was going, and when Jade and Tori came back downstairs, they started dancing with Cat, Robbie, Trina, and Carly. Seeing the party picking up, Gibby went inside, and from the moment he started untucking his shirt, Freddie knew what was coming.

"Our girls are certainly something, ain't they Fred?" Nate said, snapping him out of it.

"Yeah... they really are. How long have you and Tori been together?"

"Just a couple months, I saw her on my first day of school, and I guess I finally wore her down enough that she gave in and dated me. What about you and Jade?"

Freddie sighed heavily before responding. "Well, we met over the summer at this camp and hit it off and we've kinda been off and on since then... so maybe 7 months."

"Man... must be tough to try and do that long distance thing. I tried doing it with this girl back in Texas and it just couldn't work."

"Yeah... we just do what we can, and I don't know if we'll even be together after we head back home. I think we're just trying to grasp onto what time we do have. And I'm paying for that for sure," Freddie said sighing as he drank his beer.

Nate stopped mid drink and gave him a look, "What's that mean?"

"It's just... I'm not sure if you got to meet my friend Sam at lunch yesterday, but we used to date. And she dumped me a while back, so I could go to a good college and not feel tethered to her... and I love her, but when we got here, she came onto me right after I renewed things with Jade. So, now she's super depressed."

"Yeah, blonde chick, I saw her inside with Tori's ex, Beck."

"Jeez... that guy is a tool. They hooked up at the same camp I met Jade, and he really did a number on Sam. I hope she doesn't do anything stupid."

"Preachin' to the choir, br*ther," Nate said, offing his beer and pulling another out of his jacket. "That's some bad business, man. I feel for you, for sure. I'm kinda in a weird spot myself with my girl."

"Go on," Freddie said, leaning in to listen.

"Well, I ain't really one for gabbing-"

"C'mon man, spill," Freddie said, softly hitting Nate in the shoulder. "I mean, Tori is incredibly hot and you're a lucky guy to have her."

"Oh, I'm real lucky," he said taking a huge sip of beer and pointed at her inside, watching her dance so gracefully and sexily inside. "Like lottery lucky. Tori's like nobody else in the world. When I'm with her, it's like - it's like I'm split in two - half of me is just on fire, goin' crazy if I'm not touching her. The other half is so still and peaceful, just perfectly content. I just knew from day one... I just know... this is the one." Nate turned his head and looked Freddie straight in the eye for the first real time. "But she doesn't love me."

Nate stood up and walked inside, leaving Freddie to think about his words. He watched as the cowboy tossed his hat aside and started dancing with his girlfriend in the den. The two kissed and the look on Nate's face showed the depth of his feelings for Tori, while, to Freddie, it was clear that she liked him, but she didn't really love him.

Freddie walked inside and looked over at Jade dancing, and then over at Sam, who gave him a look, which he followed with a nervous and apologetic smile. He then joined Jade and the dancing, his mind racing if what Nate said also applied to him.

* * *

"Since this is the last year I will see almost all of you, I thought I would bring something that would blow all of your teenage minds. Hopefully enough that I will completely forget that I am almost a middle aged man here at a teenage party where all of you are drinking alcohol. We're just going to pretend that is normal."

Sikowitz had silenced everyone in attendance and climbed atop a coffee table to make his announcement, drawing everyone's attention to the box in his hand. From it, he produced a weird snow-globe-esque object and, after jumping down from it, placed the globe on the table.

"I like snow globes as much as the next guy," Andre said, looking confused, "but what makes it so special?"

"Glad you asked, Mr. Harris. I picked this little ditty up when I was backpacking over Eastern Europe. I was staying at this little hostel run by this Romanian couple who may have been gypsies. I'm still unclear on that, but-"

"I love you, Sikowitz, but can you please get to the damn point?!" Jade said through gritted teeth.

"Fine, Jade, since you want to be a gank... Long story short, I got this as a gift and they say if you make a wish right at the stroke of midnight, it will come true. I thought you would appreciate taking part in this, since we are only a few minutes away. But be careful what you wish for ch*ldren, because-"

"Because we just might get it... Ha, ha, you are sooo funny Sikowitz."

"Mr. Oliver, I would urge you, and anyone else who wants to touch and make a wish, that you really think through what you ask. Life is more than about some silly clichés."

"So, if you think it’s some dangerous thing, why give us the chance to use it?" Tori asked stepping towards her teacher's item.

"Now that is a good question, Tori. I am leaving this here for the night because I think it can really change your lives for the better and as some of my favorite students I have ever had, I thought you deserved this opportunity."

The teens all looked over at each other before casually walking over while watching the clock.

"Maybe we all should try it together," Freddie suggested. "If all of us are touching it, maybe we all can get our wish."

"Hate to say it, but the nub's right," Sam said, coming behind him. "We don't have much time anyway, and I don't know about you guys, but I know exactly what I want to wish for."

Eventually, they all got at least one finger on the orb as the clock was running down. Carly noticed that her br*ther was missing and called over to him to give it a try.

Spencer shrugged and raced over and got a finger on it as each of the 13 of them silently made their wishes:

"I wish that every guy had a crush on me."

"I wish we could all get away from everything and spend all our time on the beach."

"I wish that Nate never came to California."

"I wish my life was more like one of those fairy tales."

"I wish there were two of Freddie, so I could have him too."

"I wish Tori loved me like I love her."

"I wish Jade and Sam could be combined into one person so I wouldn't have to choose."

"I wish we all had superpowers."

"I wish I was starring in a remake of The Scissoring."

"I wish Carly could have the best life possible."

"I wish Cat was into guys."

"I wish I was the star of my very own TV show."

"I wish I still had that chicken suit."

Everyone braced to see if their wishes had come true, but everything was the same, except Sikowitz was gone. They all laughed at how stupid the idea as they refilled their drinks, and continued to party on for another couple hours before people started to head out. Andre hadn't had a drink the whole night, so he served as the DD for Trina, Tori, and Nate. Cat, Beck, and Robbie left together a bit later after he arranged a cab for them, and while she was uncomfortable given their relationships and histories, she was too plastered to care much. Gibby had fallen asl*ep on the couch and Carly and Sam quickly retired to their rooms after everyone was gone. Spencer was going to do the same, but he felt a buzz in his pocket around 2:30 with a text from Amy that woke him right up.

-8=====D

Spencer stared at his phone for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to respond, but he got his answer just a few seconds later.

-That's the Bat signal to come over and fuck me.

He grabbed his keys and headed out the door as fast as he possibly could, leaving Jade and Freddie, who were cleaning up the kitchen staring out of sheer confusion. Freddie playfully grabbed her ass as she cleaned and she spun around and tackled him, kissing him hard. Their hands wandered all over each other's bodies as they made their way up to her bedroom and his pants were off before they even reached the bed. She ran to the bathroom to put some lingerie on for him, but by the time she got out, he was already passed out, spread half naked across her bed. She wanted to be mad, but she really felt relieved as she lay next to him and drifted off within a few minutes.