A/N: HEY, ITS ME AGAIN :)) this is another story I made up when I watched the iLoveYou. I'm pretty emotional when i watched it, a totally sob my poor seddie heart out. Anyhow, I hope you guys will enjoy this because I'm really proud of this and this is really made up of hardwork :) hihi.
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Disclaimer: I once owned it iCarly but Dan's sneaky and took it away from me. lol
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iStill Love You
chapter 1: HOME
General Pov
Sam Puckett was going home for the first time in a year. She found it strange to call it home. She had lived in Seattle until she was eighteen and left for college and Los Angeles had been home since she was twenty-three. Now, she's back to Seattle because her boss where she work at a big network in America wants her to train aspiring future media people. She doesn't even know how on earth did she let them talked to her to actually fly back here - not that she doesn't want to - but being herself, she hates doing so much work especially when that work is to teach stupid people to act not stupid. That doesn't even make sense at all.
She looked up to the glass ceiling, where rain flowed like thick molasses. It makes her smile knowing it's always like this. It is what make Seattle special. It has crazy weathers.
"Oh my god, its you! Can I get an autograph?" Sam looked up to see a young girl, probably in her mid teens, looking at her like she's a freaking new bra or make-up.
"You listen to the show?" Sam asked.
"Like everyday! I also love your shows and movies...all of it. Especially that segment 'Radio Rebel'." Sam smiled. She didn't like that segment herself anymore, listening to people and their problems and then give advises of her own, she had introduced it when she first started that radio show, product of her own emotions bottled up inside her and is just waiting to be out in the open freely. It was surprisingly the first or second favourite bit of the audience - mostly teens. It just hit them hard, she's like digging up their emotions and feelings, like she knows what they had been through. The radio show talk about reality and feelings. Of course the radio manager loves it and has been an avid listener and fan since the beginning. She might not admit it verbally but she loves what she's been doing, how she touch people's hearts and lives with it.
"Thank you Ms. Sam" the girl said and smiled sweetly at her, gripping the paper with her own autograph like it's a sweepstake ticket. "The Radio Rebel" broadcasts throughout the country, it was the first radio show to be broadcasted live on television same on the radio, amd still Sam had to specify who the fans were asking for when she signed autographs. She still had the occasional iCarly fans come up to her, especially since she had come back to Seattle or even when she's in L.A.
As she look back at the splatter of rain, she remember the last time she had seen her bestfriend. It was when she has been forced to fly back for a thanksgiving party, Carly ,herself threw. She's still the same Carly Shay - petite, tall, pretty and preppy. She works as a journalist on some magazine, gossip magazine known in Seattle: Gee! Magazine. She's working as the editor-in-chief and she's been doing great. It's no surprise she's in some gossip magazine. It seems appropriate. No. It is appropriate for her.
She had seen Spencer also since she had been in Seattle last year. Sure, he's not living in Bushwell Plaza with his baby sister - he had moved three blocks away after Carly turned eighteen and has lived with his wife, Amy and two kids - he always manage to visit her very often. The last time Sam had heard Gibby was in Florida. Apparently, he continue his dream in running a food business and its now doing well.
And Freddie Benson...well, ironically, of all the people from her old life, Freddie is the one she has most connection with. They managed to keep in contact: E-mails, texts and phone calls. He even visited her in some of her tv show shootings and live airings in California which she happily appreciated but due to hectic schedule from both sides, they haven't managed to see each other for six whole months. He's still living in his old apartment in Bushwell. His mother remarried and moved (in her own will) to Ohio and Freddie himself was left alone in the apartment. He also directed films and according to Rick - the radio manager - would be big in Hollywood, except Freddie refused to go to L.A and prefered to make his own independent films in his home city, films that were well-received and made a great profit. She thought that what made him decide this is that he wants to show that he can do better by himself.
"But not as great as they would if he would just go to L.A." Rick said in disgust. She can't blame Rick though, she feels the same. Freddie will hit it off great if he just go.
"Can I get an autograph, ma'am?"
Sam looked up and found to be eye to eye with none other than Freddie himself, grinning down at her.
She blinked her eyes a few times. No, it was definitely him. He was holding out a small pad and pen.
"Radio show or iCarly?" she asked, taking the pad and pen from his hand.
"Either one works."
She look up to him after she signed. "Its been six months. I..I don't know what to say."
"How about an 'I miss you so so so much, Freddie' with hugs and kisses?" he said with smug look.
She roll her eyes at him and gave him a smirk herself.
"Don't push your luck, buddy."
"Eh, I tried." he smirk back. He studies her, a giddy feeling inside him."What are you doing here?"
"Why, is it a crime for someone who used to live in this city to be here because she feels like it?" she said in fake hurt and surprise.
"Now, now, Sam. Save the acting for the show. And anyways, you know what I mean. So, are you shooting for a movie or something?" he tilt his head to the side, waiting for my answer.
She roll her eyes again at him for the second time. Crossing her arms over her chest and let out a groan.
"I was assigned to train stupid interns. The network is looking for aspiring media crews who has the talent to actually be on the same boat as the others and they'll have the privilege to work on Hollywood...if they get lucky." she said the last part deadly in monotone.
"So, where are the said interns and where are you going to train them?"
"I'll be doing the whole teacher thing in Seattle University. I'm taking in charge of the Seniors, I believe."
They were both into each other, catching up, that they didn't notice that they had started walking out of the airport lobby.
"How 'bout you? What were you doing at the airport?"
"I just visited mom and Robert in Ohio. I just came out of the boarding hall when I spotted you."
She looked around them. 'When did we started walking?' she though as sh stand beside him at the airport parking lot.
She reach for her phone and look at the time. Its already half past two in the afternoon and it seems like the rain doesn't plan on stopping soon. She cursed under her breath as she remembers that she forgot to book on a hotel. He surveyed her, stopping himself from talking when he noticed that she seems distracted, pulling her pearphone which he might add is the latest model for pearphones this year.
"What do you mean there's no available-...Oh, c'mon! I need it. There probably at least one available...could you check again?..aww, thanks. bye." she tap her phone with a frown.
"What's the prob?"
She jumped a bit from her spot as she glance to him. She must've forgotten he was there with her.
"I forgot to book a room on a hotel and now, there's no available rooms. Its packed and I have no idea how and why! I mean, how many people travelled here? Its not even holiday yet." she mumble bitterly the last part, mentally slapping herself for being stupid to forgot to book a place for her to stay for who knows how long.
"Why do you need to book yourself in a hotel? You do know you can just stay with me at the apartment. I'm all by myself and Carly will be happy to know you're just a door away when she gets back from Spokane."
She looks at him stupidly. "Oh yeah." she though lamely. She mentally scold herself again for not thinking about it. It will be very convenient on her part to stay with him. Free food and no charge at all from the other expenses. Not that she can't pay for her hotel because she totally can with a career like hers, she can get everything she wants but of course, ho stupid can she get to pass such great opportunity, right?
She broke in relief and hug him - more like squeeze him between her luggages, knocking the wind out of his lungs due to the sudden action.
"I always knew you'll be a great use for anything, Benson. Its good that I kept you around all this time." she released him then punch him lightly on his arm then flash him her famous 'Puckett Smirk'.
The whole drive was consist with the usual banters, playful (and a bit painful) jabs and punches from Sam and lots and lots of take-outs that Sam insisted. She said that long hours in the airplane makes her hungry and you do not want Sam to be hungry in long hours because she can get too grumpy and it always result in something bad and horrible.
He carried her bags - two large luggages and one office suitcase - while she engulfed herself in a large beef jerky he bought for her when she made him go to the drive-through. He fish his keys out and kick the door open. He toss the keys on a large bowl sitting at the coffee table next to the big black couch. She stop herself in her tracks and look around. There's few changes about the furnitures, it consists mostly with black and white colors making it more manly but homey and cozy. The rests are the same as the old times. The pictures are still there, paintings hanging on the wall, vases and ornaments and other figurines. She thought that Marissa must've brought the other stuffs considering there were other that were missing, maybe the lady like designs.
"You can have the room across mine. I'll just bring your stuffs in there. I'll be back." he informed her and began disappearing on the hall.
The Benson apartment is no different with the Shay's but she guessed that it's a bit roomy and...clean. It must be the fact that Marissa or Freddie is no artist and there ar no sculptures at every corner of the house that gave the house more space. She always imagined Freddie's house to be like this..clean and manly. Two words that doesn't suit together when you're talking about a guy's house.
She heard footsteps getting closer and she turned to him.
"You picked the furnitures?"
"Uh..yeah. I want it to feel like mine. You know, a bit edgy."
"I like it." she said with a smile.
"Thanks. Well, honestly, I picked the whole theme from your house. All modern."
"Ah. So, that's why I feel all familiar with the designs."
"You want to sleep now? I already fix your room. There's nothing to fix much anyway in there. You can rest now."
She walks halfway but turn around and gave him a kiss on the cheek that definitely send his body burning and tingling.
"Thank you so much. As much as I hate to admit it, I owe you bigtime, Fredster." she pats his cheeks and wink at him before walking to her room. Once she was nowhere in sight, he place a hand on the spot were she kissed him and felt it burning. He must be looking like a fucking lame cartoon for grinning like an idiot to no one in particular, like he just one ten billion dollars and more. "Its worth more than ten billion dollars." he thought to himself.
Grinning all the way, he let himself sleep in a peaceful slumber, aching to reach and touch the blonde resting just across his room and he just can't wait to experience living with the love of his life for who knows how long but who's even counting. He'll make it worth it and something to cherish.
"Goodnight, Sam." he whisper to thee darken room and he drift to sleep.
Sam woke up as the sun shines brightly, coursing through her windows, as it peek over the bright blue curtains. Her eyes felt numb and her eyelids hurt to open. She reach her palms just above her eyes to cover the sunrays. She automatically sit up, stretching her arms and neck for awhile then holding her fingers to comb her wild blonde mane. She felt it tangle and she tried to untangle the few strands so that she look more presentable, not that she has someone inside the room to see her hair messy.
She push the white and blue comforter and turn to her side, placing her feet to the ground, enough for her to feel the black fluffy carpet just beneath her toes. She lets out a yawn and rub her sleepy eyes to adjust to her surroundings. She look up to the impressive work of art wall clock hanging on the walls. '8:00' she reads. She proceed to the bathroom to her right and start her morning ritual: shower, brush her teeth, straighten her curly hair and put some light make-up on. She went out of the bathroom only in a silky red robe she took from the bathroom rack next to the two fluffy white towels. Dragging her luggage, she zip it open and grab a pair of underwear. She decided to dress herself in a pink trouser and a floral frilly top and matched it with a bright green wedge.
She cleaned her luggage good, placing her clothes neatly inside the wooden cabinets and her shoes to the shelves below. She just brought three pairs of shoes: her bright green wedge, black dollshoes and bloody red pumps. She roll her luggage beside the cabinet and look through her office suitcase, pulling out a clear folder in a brown envelope, she reads her daily schedule. She read that this will be her first day to meet the interns and maybe give them a few backgrounds about her job. A faint knock cause her stop reading as the door knob starts to jingle and a deep voice was heard out the door.
"Sam? Are you awake now? I made breakfast. You may want to come out now and join me."
She push the clear folder back the brown envelope and place it on the bedside table.
"Yeah. Sure. I'll be there in a minute." she responded, patting her clothes neatly. She open the door and walk through the halls, examining the few decorations,pictures and pieces placed on the wooden side tables, putting some enhancement on the apple green walls. She hears shuffling in the kitchen and water running on the sink. She made her way towards the room and saw Freddie washing his hands and patting it dry on the clean towel. He grabs a plate full of eggs,waffles,ham and bacon strips. As he turned around he noticed her standing before the table. He gave her a smile as he place the plate on the table.
"Hey. Good morning."
"Morning." she said."Have you been awake all along?"
He motions for her to sit down across him and she happily oblige but curiosity still etched in her face.
"Yeah. Around six, I guess."
"Six? That's too early even for you. Why?"
"Well, I have to check on some editing stuffs for my film before I produce it locally." he informed her, pushing the plate of food towards her direction. "After I was done, I cooked breakfast. I know how tired you must be feeling right now so, I cooked enough food just for you. You know, coz you'll be needing a lot of energy."
She nod her head in understanding, looking around over the table. It seems like there's a visitor coming. It's a mini feast to be called just breakfast. She didn't hesitate to devour almost everything on the table - she actually saved some for the nub. After cleaning the plates, she lean back to her seat and pat her mouth clean using a napkin. He look at her in satisfaction and amusement.
"Wow. That's a lot of good stuffs, Benson. I think I'm full now."
"Obviously." he remarks."Anyways, so, are you going out now? You seemed pretty dressed up." he asked, eyeing her clothes with a hint of smirk.
"Yeah. I was scheduled to meet the interns today and maybe give them the first introductions before the real deals."
"I see."
Shockingly, Sam helped him clean the table as he washes the dishes, she even -gasp- offered to do it herself. After cleaning, she went to her room to grab her bag and stuffs. She was about to head out when she was jerked back by a hand on her forearm.
"I'll drive you to school." she raise an eyebrow at him and he shakes his head."Its okay. Its not like I'm busy or something. Besides, you don't have a car with you." he point out and he almost trip over his words. He hopes that she'll consider it. He shift his weight between his left and right leg, anticipating for her answer.
She shrug at him and nod."Okay." she simply said.
The drive to Seattle University wraps up in two hours or more if you get a chance to be stuck on a heavy traffic along the way. The drive is silent. Comfortable and cozy. She let herself be engulfed by the sight out in the window. She missed this. She didn't remember the few building being there. Its like she's travelling in a whole new city that once been her home in her childhood days. She felt a bit foreign.
Freddie push the button on his radio and it automatically turn to the radio channel he always listens to: 96.3 - her radio network. She tore her eyes away from the window as she hears the familiar sounds and voices. She look at the radio then to him. He doesn't need to ask what she's been looking at. He feels her gaze and he open his mouth for explanation.
"I always listen to your show and the rest. Did they replaced you with a new host while you're here?"
"Uh..yeah. They can't put the show on temporary hiatus because the fans disagreed and would like for it to continue. The problem is, they have to look for a temporary host to sit as Radio Rebel. I just hope it won't affect the show's ratings."
"But I thought there is a small network chain here in Seattle?"
"That one was been knocked down few years ago."
"Do you want to continue hosting it?"
"Of course I do but right now is not a good time. I can't fly back to L.A to host then fly back here again in Seattle to train interns, it'll be like making a fool outta myself."
He gave her a grimace and pat her knee. She look up and smile at him.
"Enough about me, nerd. How you doing? Are you making new films?"
"Well, I am thinking on it yet. I'm plotting to what the film should be about."
"Want me to help?" He lightly step on the breaks as they arrive on a red light. He finally turn to her.
"What?"
"I'm just saying. I mean, c'mon, it's a great opportunity for you to be helped by one of the awesome film director in Hollywood, dude."
"Trust me. Its my pleasure to work with you but...are you sure? You haven't done any independent film in your life. Its no good as the films you've done."
"Uh..are you trying to imply that I'm stupid for even asking you for my help? Well, newsflash, Benson. I've seen my other friend directors make and produce indie films like yours and I'm pretty familiar on how it works." she said with a tone taking a bit offencement in her part.
"Look. I didn't mean it that way, Sam. I'm just saying that you're a bigtime film maker and I don't think you will like to waste your time on something that is not an easy win-win."
"And I'm telling you too, Fredgeek. I'll be happy to help you if that gives me a oppurtunity to rub it on your face that you're a loser." he chuckle at this. Of course, she always finds a way to embarrass him even when they're already twenty-three. Its Sam Puckett anyway, what does he expect?
"You really haven't changed a bit, huh? You're still calling me names and tormenting me. The thing is, you just found a new and improve way to do it that gives you more to bargain while you're at it." he said in amusement. He made a u-turn whilst glancing back at her to see her reaction which held a very impressive and famous Sam smirk and glint in her eyes.
"What? Are you expecting me to hold back on my game? C'mon, Freddie. You know me better than that. Momma will always be a bully to you even if we're too old for it."
"Of course, you do." he laugh, shaking his head."Alright. I'm taking up your offer. Like you've said. It's a luck for me to work with the awesome film maker like you. After you finish meeting them, I'll pick you up and we can visit my office."
"Office?"
"Yeah. It's where I work with my people."
"How come I didn't know 'bout that?"
"Because I haven't been in the place to brag about it. Its no big deal. And if you're working with me-"
"Uh..no! You're going to work for me. I'm the boss here."
"Fine. Have it your way, princess."
"Thank you."
"Okay, as I was saying, I want you to at least meet the people that you'll be working with for the rest of the film."
"Seems fine to me."
"Good." he pull the break and stop on the curb."Here we are. Call me."
She look out and seem surprised to know that they got there pretty fast for her liking. She turn to him and kiss his cheeks making him blush 10x worst.
"Thanks for the ride. See you later, Benson."
"You too." he said in daze form. He watch her laugh a little and close the car door behind her and wave at him as she walk towards the main building of the university.
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