Icarly Sam Feet Novels & Stories

Why do I have to be the one to do it? “Fuck!” Sam blurts out. Our heads round up. Because of his earbuds, he is louder. “When last did any of you get on TicToc?” “Stop screaming,” Lucas yells. Sam ambles to the middle of the room with a smile that would have a bunch of girls drooling and creaming their panties. His sweatpants hangs low from his waist, revealing the band of his briefs. He tugs his pants up but it drops back down. I almost laugh. He insists on wearing pants that are not his size in the name of being stylish. Sam offers Lucas one of his earbuds. I cross my legs on the couch. We used to be close, but the time away made them grow closer.

**Flashback** “I’m going to get you Kelly,” five year old Sam runs after six year old me. “Lulu save me,” I run right into Lucas’s arms laughing. “Whoa Tiny Beta what has happened?” Lucas holds Sam back with one hand. “This!” Sam turns around and shows Lucas that I shaved the back of his head. Lucas is shocked. “Why Tiny Beta?” He asks me. “He tore the head off my Barbie,” I pout. “It was accident and Dad fixed it,” Sam yells.

Bright stands up. "Sammy? Are you alright?" Samantha doesn't respond as she feels the pressure that had been built up disappear. She feels a large and long fart escape, glad that they couldn't hear it but is sure that they can smell it. She whines once as she feels her stomach tighten even more, knowing that she won't be able to move.

I couldn't let Hannah get hurt any more than she already had. That was when one of the suck-ups cozying up to Samantha said with a greasy grin, "Wow, the little prince looks like you, Ms. Miller. You can tell they're related." I lifted my gaze toward Samantha. For just a second, guilt flickered in her eyes before she forced out a laugh. Oscar, on the other hand, looked like he was on top of the world. I'd seen Oscar and Neville plenty of times before. So, why was I only now noticing that Samantha and Neville indeed shared some similar features?

Cara was the type who loved partying so she felt at home at parties and forgot I was there until it was time for me to drive her home. “Where is he? You said he was coming” Cara asked impatiently. “He said he would come, I’m sure he is either on his way or he is already here” I looked around and I saw him. There he was, Sam. He looked so out of place standing by a table in a corner, his eyes were glued to his phone as he drank slowly from a soda can. A hand grabbed me and removed me from my thoughts. I turned to look at Cara who had asmile on her face. “There he is, Let’s go say hi”

Thank you for journeying with us. Sam: (alights and stretches himself) Finally, a touch of the open sky. Lemme go have meself, a well deserved meal. Osmosis: (raises an eyebrow) Where do you think you are going to? Sam: (bends his neck to both sides) To go and eat of course. Do you wish to tag along? Osmosis: (heaves) Ain't you forgetting something? Sam: (confused) What? Oh..(clears throat, faces the camera and smiles) Thank ya'll, sweet readers for everything(blows a kiss to the camera and attempts walking away)

She smiled as she eyed herself. “Probably the Cruel girl jeans, you know the ones with the crosses on them, and the blue top, why?” Sam walked to the dresser, pulling out her outfit of choice, and two pairs of thick knee high socks. Sam always wore thick soccer style socks for doing barrels because her horse liked to “brush” against them on the turns, the multiple bruises on her shins proving how close her “little buddy” liked to get.

“I didn’t know that you are dancing the waltz?” Cath teases, knowing that Sam didn’t like anything that involves classical music and especially dancing. His reason was that he had two same left feet and will never be meant to dance. “I burn myself just to learn.” He proudly claims and asks Cath. “May I have this dance?” “You may.” With the classical music playing in the background, they dance gracefully and unexpectedly from Sam. While the rest of the family is all with their wide smiles and having the moment that was so beautiful for Lindsey to not record everything from the tiniest bit and every corner.

I furrow my eyebrows when I see that his eyes are fixate on something, as he sings the whole time. Itching my head foward, I see that it's the photo of one of our nostorious school's jock, Percy Parker on his laptop. Percy Parker is the best friend of Tristan, in the same football team with him, and the nephew of principal Ambers. Aside that, he has a bad reputation and is LAHS number one male horn dog. At that, my brain properly aligns that Sam has a great crush on him. Holy Fuck! Sam is gay! He pauses and turns around, as if sensing being watched. But I'm quick to hide at the back of the door.

She giggled and turned to face her boyfriend. "Since I'm in a good mood, we'll just let her film!” She said as she walked towards him. Her large ass quivered with each step she took towards Sam. Sam's eyes darted in my direction, and he smirked. “I can't waste my time beating her up," he mocked, and I heard Jane and Juliet laugh from a corner. "Hey, catch, and make sure you film it properly,” Sam jolted up and hurled the camcorder towards me.