Icarly Sam Feet Novels & Stories

Summer ~”Sammy why is your tyres slashed? Cousin (Sammy) ~”Fuck. Goddammit. Shit. I can't believe it! Fucking assholes! I am going to rip someone's head off. Poke their damn eyes out and feed it to my dog. Cut their fucking ears off and give it to the cat. Slice their damn noses off and chop it to pieces for my fish. Someone is fucking dead.” Summer ~”It's strange mine is still okay. Who did you piss off now?” Cousin (Sammy) ~”It's that fucking fiancé of yours.”

“Oh thank you, that’s so sweet of you love birds” I bit the fleshy part of my lips between my teeth to stop the string of words bubbling on my tongue, Hannah looked like she was hiding a laugh as she scooted to my now vacated seat, Kyle moves along and Sam rose and steps out of the boot letting Cami slip in before resuming his seat.

“Dad has had a few drinks and I don't trust his coordination, and Sammy is our guest, so you're the only one left. "I could argue about my coordination, but in this case it won't be in my favor," Carter chuckled. “Go Travis, I promise I won’t eat Samantha in five minutes.” - Perhaps, I believe - there are too many witnesses, - Travis grinned and, winking at Sammy, left after his mother. Sammy held back a nervous laugh. She took a sip of water from a glass and looked at Carter when she heard his voice:

Sam, I just did something really, really stupid. What did you do this time?" Sam asked, his voice teasing and only slightly inquiringly. "Spill coffee on your boss again?" "I wish it was that simple," I groaned. "No, this time I walked around the room in my underwear while talking to you, completely forgetting that Mr. Serrano has a key to the room, and guess what? He walked in on me. There was a pause on the other end of the line, then I heard Sam burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh my god, you didn't!"

The boy walked up to the sink beside Alex, washed his hands, and seemed to notice nothing out of the ordinary. Sam was a boy caught between childhood and adulthood, standing at sixteen with a heart too big for his own good. He had the same radiant features as his sister, Rainee, but with a youthful charm that made him seem more approachable. His brown eyes were wide and expressive, betraying every emotion he tried to hide. There was a softness to him, a vulnerability that made people instinctively want to protect him, though it often made him an easy target for teasing. Stubborn to a fault, Sam had a way of digging in his heels, especially when he thought he was doing the right thing.

Cal’s words all came out in a rush, “I looked at the calendar to see when would be a good day to go shopping for homecoming dresses, and then it just hit me. I’m such a spaz! Jay, can you forgive me? Do you want me to come over? I can be there in seconds with Oreo ice cream and the biggest bag of Cheetos I can find!” “It’s okay Cal,” I laughed. “I went to visit them with Sam.” “Sam is so nice,” Cal replied. “If he was, like, twenty years younger I’d be all over that!” “Oh goodness Cal, chill out.” I choked, “He’s like my second Dad!” “Yeah… a HOT second dad!” Cal giggled back, “So are you sure you didn’t want that ice cream and Cheetos?” “Well, let me go ask Sam. Hold on, I’ll be right back.

It was the only thing she got confused about. Sam slowly walked in the hallway, to go back to her office. Unfortunately, she ran up to someone she doesn’t want to. Sam’s eyes landed on her red lips, and her cat eyes. Stopping in the middle of the hallway, she’s talking to someone. Stacy halted, hanging up the phone, and beamed. Sam turned the other way, nearly rolling her eyes, but it’s their workplace.

SAMANTHA The door swung open before I knocked the second time. Macey stood there in leggings and a cropped hoodie, hair piled on top of her head in that messy, effortless way that made her look like she lived on P*******t. She barely blinked before smirking. “Girl, my brother refused to let you go without imprinting himself on you. You reek of sex.” Heat crept up my neck and flushed my cheeks. “Hi, Mace.” She leaned on the doorframe like she was hosting a talk show. “Hi, Sam. You wanna come in? Or just stand there marinated in whatever testosterone-laced cologne situation you’ve got going on?”

Now, Hailey smiles at Sam, nods what we assume to be a ‘you’re welcome’, and runs back to the living room, where we can hear the kids' television show, ‘Bluey’, playing in the background. “I get weirded out when little kids call me that.” Sam croaks out with a smile on her face as she stares into the glass cup. Her voice is still a little hoarse from yesterday, although it isn’t as bad as when she’d first come in. “What?” “Ma’am. Makes me sound old.” “You look anything but old, honey.” Her voice drops. “Even now?”

I chuckle and I notice as Samuel tries to subtly pull me away from Carter. "Samuel and I were just talking about Dun-" Samuel stomps on Carter's foot quite loudly and I gape at him as he glowers. "Samuel!" Carter had fallen on impact. Oh boy. "I'm fine." He says as I try to help him up. "You guys were talking about Duncan?" I ask and Samuel scratches his head. "What about him?" "Nothing much." He says quickly and I tilt my head. Should I tell him that I know?