Mama's Secret Chapter 1
Author's Note: This story popped into my head and wouldn't leave, so we'll see where it goes. All characters etc belong to the makers of the show etc.
The Graduation Party
Everyone was on a high, they were done with high school forever and could now supposedly move onto bigger and better things. Sam Puckett was not one of those people. She surveyed the room full of people laughing merrily with drinks in their hand with a passive face. But inside she was bitter. Carly and Freddie were off to fancy colleges with big dreams, while Sam had no idea what the future had instore for her. For her, iCarly and her friends had been what had made her feel like she could be something. Now Carly was off with the rest of them, talking about her aspirations and already forgetting that Sam even existed. Sam shook herself, Sam Puckett did not give a damn about people. She looked down at her drink. Or at least she wouldn't care about people in a few minutes' time.
Freddie Benson was trying to have a good time, but this wasn't really his element. He'd had way too much to drink and had somehow lost his friends. Random people blurred past him as he looked for them. He didn't know what he was going to do on his own without people like Carly making friends with everyone for him. Or even Sam who terrified and charmed people with her brash personality. People were drawn to them. Who would be drawn to nerdy Freddie Benson? Well as Sam had said, he was heading to nerd central, so perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.
"Nub!" Freddie looked up from his internal musings. A very tipsy Sam was standing in front of him. "Stop being a loser and start drinking like everyone else."
"I am drinking." Freddie protested.
"You've been staring into space for the last 5 minutes doing shit all." Sam informed him. "Now drink."
"You can't make me." Freddie retorted childishly.
Sam grabbed a half empty bottle of Vodka and two shot glasses. "Yes I can, whoever drinks the least has to declare their undying love for Gibby."
"Fine." Freddie grabbed a shot glass. "But no cheating."
"Moi?" Sam smiled devilishly. "Never. Now drink up Mama's boy."
Freddie of course replied by taking the shot. He winced at the burn, but a Sam's smirk gestured for her to pour them both another one.
Half an hour later Sam was hint with a rather embarrassing urge. "Benson, I gotta pee." She slurred. "You wait right here and I'll be right back." With that she attempted to get up, stumbling, she finally managed to stand before tripping all the way down to the bathroom. Exiting she was surprised to see Freddie waiting outside for her with a lost puppy look on his face.
"What are you doing here?" Sam asked in confusion.
"Got bored." Freddie replied.
"Sure." Sam replied, not sure what else to say.
"Vodka?" Freddie asked, breaking the awkward silence. Sam poured them both a glass.
"Bottoms up." She held her glass up then swung in back. Noticing Freddie hadn't had his she pushed in towards him. Freddie just continued to stare at her. "What's up Nub?" Sam finally asked.
Freddie laughed bitterly. "Nothing." And took his shot. He them poured them both another one avoiding Sam's gaze. They continued in this fashion for some time, slumping again the wall. Tentatively Freddie put his arm around Sam and if she noticed, she didn't say a word.
"I'm gonna miss you and Carly." Sam slurred after they'd stopped drinking.
"I'll miss you guys too." Freddie looked at Sam from his position on the floor. "I don't know how I'll ever find anyone else like you guys."
"I doubt I'll be that hard to replace." Sam muttered bitterly.
Freddie reached up and cupped her face. "Never. There is no one like Sam Puckett. Bold, funny, violent at times, addicted to meat and somehow gorgeous."
"What?" Sam looked at Freddie in surprise. "You think I'm gorgeous?"
Freddie swallowed. "Totally." He looked down at the tiny short and tank top Sam was wearing, admiring her long legs and modest cleavage. "Downright sexy in fact." Freddie cringed. He couldn't believe he'd just said that. But Sam didn't seem to mind, she kept leaning closer and suddenly Freddie lost it, he pulled her too him and kissed her. Even in his drunken state he expected Sam to slap him, but she didn't, she just held onto the back of his neck when he tried to move away and ran her other hand down his torso. Freddie started to move his own hands gingerly, finally fulfilling a desire of his by placing a hand on her arse and giving it a squeeze. And was he shocked when Sam responding by doing the same. This was exactly what he had dreamed of. Well a little more clothing than he'd dreamed, but a good start. "Freddie?" Sam tore herself away from him for a second and he noticed that somehow some of those clothes he'd been wishing would disappear, had in fact disappeared. "If we're going to do this perhaps we should find a room."
"What?" Had Sam just said what Freddie thought she had said.
Sam suddenly looked self-conscious. "Or we can just leave it here."
"What no. I want to. Actually I really want to." Freddie admitted shyly. Sam smiled, leaned in for a quick kiss, then led him into one of the bedrooms, then tension mounting between them.
The Next Morning
Freddie groaned. His mouth tasted like cotton wool, his head felt heavy and the light was so damn bright. He blearily looked out on one eye and saw he was in an unfamiliar room. Where the hell was he. He looked around and saw a mass of blonde curls next to him. Was that Sam, and was that his underwear by her head? He looked down and his own body and sure that sure enough he was missing his pants. The realisation came crashing down on him. He had slept with his blonde demon friend who he might have a tiny crush on. This was not good. His stomach started to heave. Stumbling into his pants, he raced for the bathroom, not noticing the door slamming behind him.
Sam woke up with a jolt as the door slammed. Looking around she saw her clothes scattered around the bed, but no other person was in the room. She pulled her clothes on, trying to recall who she possibly could have ended up in bed with, but the only male she even remembered seeing was Freddie, and she would never sleep with the dork. Laughing at the thought she headed downstairs to find Carly.
Freddie headed back to the bedroom after he had finished throwing up last night's regrets, but Sam was gone. Shit he mumbled. Now he still had to face her. He found her downstairs with Carly. "Freddie." Carly greeted him "Good night last night wasn't it."
"Ah yeah." Freddie replied non-committedly, looking at Sam. "And what about you."
"Great." Carly said brightly.
"Boring." Shrugged Sam.
"What?" Freddie spluttered.
"Very average." Sam nodded sagely and walked away. Freddie was confused. Was that her way of saying that she found sex with him boring and didn't want to discuss it. Did they even have sex for that matter? Freddie was pretty sure they did; why else would they be naked? But how was he going to get a chance to talk to Sam about it, when he was leaving to go on holiday tomorrow?
Freddie fretted for three days over what to say to Sam. In the end he had text her "I'm sorry about what happened the other night." To which she had replied "I don't know what you're talking about." Well that settled it, clearly Sam did not want to have anything else to do with him romantically when she wanted to ignore something had even happened.