Let's get one thing straight. She isn't just waiting around for him, and she hasn't been secretly pining for him either, despite popular belief. She's Sam Puckett, and she can get any guy she wants.
Set after iOmg. Word gets out that Sam and Freddie kissed and with speculations rampant, Sam just wants to set the story straight.
If I owned iCarly, I would be filthy rich (I'm currently using an old shoe box and a makeshift lap desk).
"Sorry."
"It's cool."
"..."
"..."
"Right, well I'm going to go now-" Sam turned.
"Sam-" Freddie began, extending an arm out to the girl in front of him. The girl who had just kissed him.
"I wonder if they're selling fat cakes at the student store," she said, turning her head back for just a second before exiting the courtyard, "I'm going to go check. Later nub."
"Later?" he replied. Perplexed, Freddie walked to the wall and sunk down. "Ay dios mio."
'Well, that went swimmingly,' Sam thought as she walked inside the school building. Once inside, she instantly gravitated towards the table with the chips and guac, her stomach taking the initiative while her mind desperately attempted to understand what the hell just happened. 'I put myself out there, after he told me to, and he just stands there like an idiot?' Angrily, she dipped her chip into the dip. 'Well if he wants to play it that way he can. It's not like mama doesn't have guys lining up the wazoo begging for dates."
He was in love. Okay, maybe love was too strong a word, but he really did like the girl. Sam. She was all he ever thought about ever since he had began interning at iCarly not too long ago. If iCarly was a sundae, and it was, Sam was the shiny red cherry on top of it all.
Simply put, she was hot. He knew it, she knew it, and he's 99.9% sure that the rest of the male population at Ridgeway knew it too. It wasn't just her looks he was after though. The girl just did something to him, you know? She was funny and witty, and her hair always smelled like a combination of her strawberry shampoo and fat cake frosting. He couldn't get enough.
When she'd wanted to help out with the Moodface app he and Freddie had been developing, he'd been ecstatic. He played it cool, though, simply enjoying her company and refraining from talking too much and risking a slip of the tongue like, "Hey Sam, when I see you I get all sorts of happy, wanna marry me and allow me to stare at your beauty forever?" Nope, he was calm and collected, slowly figuring out how he'd get the hottest girl in school to give him the time of day.
He'd been thinking over a plan involving a dozen red roses and a large box of chocolates when she's walked, or rather, stomped into the room. 'Hm, so her eyes turn a fiery, electric blue when she's angry,' he thought as he walked over to her. 'Oh, she looks even cuter when she's mad!' He shook his head. 'Man, I'm a goner.'
"Hey Sam," he spoke up, snapping her out her spell.
"Oh hey Brad, how goes it?" she replied, chewing on a chip.
"Great, actually, now that you're here," he said, leaning in. 'It's now or never Brad, just kiss her, she's right there.'
"What are you-" she started to say. 'Woah daddy, he is really close right now. Holy fat cakes batman, I think he's leaning in to-'
As soon as his lips hit hers, he'd almost regretted it. What if she didn't like him? What if she beat him up for even thinking that she could like him? What if she ran off to rinse out her mouth after this? He was so stupid, how could he ever think that Sam Puckett could like him back, she was-
Well hold on a flipping second. She was actually kissing him back. Sam Puckett was kissing him back. It was official. He could die right now and be completely content with his life.
Her lips were soft, and surprisingly, she kissed tenderly for a girl with such a mean left hook. He closed his eyes, closing the gap between them and hoping to hold on to the moment. When they pulled away from each other, he couldn't help but smile.
Awkwardly he laughed, "Well, I guess now's a good time to tell you that I like you?"
She raised her eyebrow and snorted, "Really? Well, I could've never guessed."
He smiled sheepishly. 'Be still my beating heart.'
"So are you going to ask me out or just stand there, grinning like an idiot?" she nudged him light-heartedly.
"Oh, uh-" he sputtered. "Sam will you go out...with me?"
"Groovy Smoothie tomorrow at 6? I'll let you buy me a smoothie," she winked, turning around to exit the room.
"Oh, okay. Yeah, that, um, that sounds great!" he yelled after her, grinning like an idiot.
'That'll show Freddie,' she thought. If he thought that she was going to just wait for him to get the hell out of that courtyard and do something, he was so wrong. Mama was in high demand, and she didn't have to yield to a nub that she may or may not have feelings for.
As she turned a corner, Sam heard a series of whispers that she'd rolled her eyes at and ignored (it was probably just some lame niners feasting on any upperclassmen gossip they could get their grubby little paws on) until she heard her own name in the mix.
"And I heard that Sam has been crushing on that Benson kid for like forever, so she finally kissed him, and he totally rejected her!" a pre-pubescent girl's voice said.
"No way, whoever said that has got it all wrong!" another girl said. "Sam is like one of the coolest girls in school. Plus, she's super tough. She could totally beat Freddie to a pulp."
"That's true, but-" the other girl tried to refute before another voice, a boy's, joined the conversation. "Plus, Puckett's hot. I'd tap that." The boy grinned and bumped knuckles with a boy next to him.
Sam shook her head and laughed silently, smacking the wall next to her to get the group's attention. "As cute as you are sketchers, can I call you sketchers?" she asked, gesturing to the boy's velcro shoes, "you're a little too young for me, no offense."
The boy's friends snickered and Sam turned her attention towards them. "And you, ponytail, I'd bathe in a giant tub of battery acid before I ever have to kiss Fredlumps."
"Wait, so you didn't kiss Freddie?" the girl clarified.
"Nope," Sam lied.
"Well why?" another girl asked. "He's cute."
"Gross," she said, faking a gag. "We're just friends, nothing more."
"Oh, alright then," the girl sighed, then perked up. "Well then, who are you dating?"
Sam thought it over. If she told these girls about her date with Brad, the news would go viral. The entire school would know. Freddie would know. "Brad," she said, feigning a dreamy sigh.
"Ohmygosh, really?" the girls shrieked. "He's soo cute!"
"That he is," she smiled. 'Take that Benson.'
So this idea just kind of came out nowhere. I'm kind of iffy about it, because though I feel like Sam getting angry after iOmg would be interesting to write about, her perspective is extremely difficult to write for me, so idk. I'll try my best with this, but it'll most likely be a short chapter fic. Hope my uncertainty wasn't too obvious in my writing. Review and give an angel its (chicken) wings!