This plot bunny has been stuck in my head for a while now and I wanted to try writing a multi-chap fic again so here you go! Everything after iLY doesn't happen and characters are OOC.
Summary: "Don't you dare tell me you don't feel the same because I know you do and I'm not going to let us make the mistake of walking away from this again." / Cause our love ain't easy, it changes with seasons. Seddie.
Disclaimer: Last time I checked I wasn't Dan Schneider.
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Where we going I don't know, so baby won't you let it go?
"Dude, seriously-"
"You're not even-"
"Guys!" Carly finally intervened. "For the last time, none of you are going to have another bet that would put you in danger or get you arrested! Now can we please get back to planning?"
Sam rolled her eyes and went through her index cards again while Freddie went back to updating the site. "Thank you! Now, we still have to choose a bit to replace Gibby's parrot with. Should we have the blue butt bit or the new George the bra bit?" Carly asked Sam.
"How about instead of using the blue butt we use Georgie?" The blonde suggested.
"Yeah, that'd be cool! Freddie, can we do that?" Carly asked their technical producer.
"Yeah, I'll just set the green screen tomorrow before the show," Freddie answered, putting it in his memo in case he forgot.
"Well okay, that's settled then. I'm going to head out, I promised Spencer that I'd help him set-up his sculpture at that new museum," Carly said, heading for the elevator.
"Can I stay the night? My mom just texted me saying she bought five bikinis," Sam shuddered.
"Sure. We'll be home late but there's pizza in the fridge. It's yours if you want it," Carly told her before pushing the close button.
Sam stands and walks over to Freddie. "So," she starts, fiddling with the wires on the cart. "Any plans tonight? No nerd shows to watch, galaxy quest or whatever lame chiz you do in your probably plenty spare time?"
"I am not going with you to set up fireworks in Ms. Briggs backyard if that's what you're asking," Freddie told her, typing away on his laptop.
"I wasn't going to," Sam defended and Freddie raised a brow in response, "yet."
Then why are you so interested in what I do in my spare time?" Freddie asked.
"I didn't say I was. I was just asking because Mr. Dunham is making us watch this documentary and I need someone to watch it with me."
"With you or for you?"
"Okay, okay fine. But seriously, if you're not going to watch it for me then at least help me not fall asleep through it," she huffed, walking around his cart.
"Please?" she asked, leaning on his shoulder.
Freddie rolled his eyes and looked at her, "Fine," he replied.
Sam grinned and headed out of the studio, telling him to load the documentary while she reheats the pizza. Freddie shook his head and smiled before closing his laptop.
Once the post-break-up awkwardness has worn off, he and Sam found themselves in a sort of in-between state. As much as he didn't understand it though, he knew it was for the best that they let it be for the time being.
He wouldn't want to jinx it.
"Hey, what happened to you? I've been waiting for you for like, five minutes already," Sam suddenly says, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, I just shut down my laptop," he answered, following her out the door.
"Well, you better hurry, that documentary's not going to play itself."
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"So wait, they killed this Archduke guy and that started the First World War?" Sam asked.
"Yup but the real attempt to kill them didn't actually work; the bomb rolled off the back of the car and injured an officer. It was when they went to visit the officer that they were actually killed," Freddie explained.
"Well that's just tragic."
"Tell me about it," he answers. "Okay, so why does Mr. Dunham want you to watch this documentary?"
"I don't really know…"
"Sam-"
"Well, I stayed up the night before he assigned it to us! I was half-asleep for, like, the entire period," she said, "I think it was just for discussion but maybe he's going to make us write a paper about it and maybe a quiz."
"You might want to write notes though, just to make sure."
She guffawed. "Yeah, okay."
"I'm serious, Sam," he chuckled.
"I am, too. You don't actually think I'd write notes, do you?"
"Then why do you even bother watching this documentary?" he asked, pausing the video.
She rolls her eyes at him. "To know stuff, duh."
"That doesn't even—" he starts to argue.
"I don't actually have to know everything, just enough so I actually have something to work with," she says. "Now shut up and let me watch in peace, pillow."
Halfway through the documentary, a soft sigh escapes the blonde's lips and he looks down to see that she'd fallen asleep. He chuckles and reaches for the pen and notebook on the coffee table.
Some things never change.