This Crazy Thing Called Love
Disclaimer- I do not own iCarly or any of the characters. All rights go to Dan Schneider and Nickelodeon.
A/N- This is my first fan-fic so REVIEW! Seddie has not occured.
Sam's POV
I can't sleep. I can't think about anything without him popping into my head. I can't even eat... ME, Sam Puckett, can't eat food. This is absurd. He shouldn't be allowed to make me feel this way. Everything was just dandy until one day I started thinking. Lesson learned, don't think. One day a couple of months ago I was gnawing on some ham hanging out at Carly's when the nub walked in. He crossed the room and headed to the kitchen counter. For some reason I took a second to look at him. BIG MISTAKE. He looked, well... hot. Fredchiz had grown a couple of inches, his hair wasn't so dorky, and those muscles... Mmmm Mama likes them. I had to stop myself from staring before he noticed. Later that night I couldn't sleep. I was replaying every "moment" Frednub and I have ever had. They all made me happy and feel all warm inside. He always knew how to make me laugh. He let me take all of my frustrations out on him. I realized then and there that not only had Freddie become my best friend, but I felt something growing inside of me towards him. All these new realizations scared the chiz outta me so I pushed them away. Then a few days ago... it happened...
"NUB, get back here!" Freddie was running around the studio as I chased him and my stolen ham.
"If you want your ham back then you have to catch me!" Freddie replied with a smirk.
"Thats it! You asked for this!" I leaped through the air landing on his back forcing him to the ground with a thud. ".." I growled menacingly.
"No, not until you admit that you like Galaxy Wars." Freddie replied.
The nub had caught me watching it the other day. Truth be told, the movie was actually kinda good, but the nub can never know that. I'd never hear the end of it. "NEVER! That movie is for nerds and lonely tech geeks, both of which apply to you." I hadn't realized it until now, but we were in very close proximity. I've avoided these situations at all cost. They stir up the.. umm.. feelings.
"Fine, be difficult. Can you at least let go of me?"
"Nope." I said popping the P. Then all at once I wasn't looking at Freddie lying on the ground, but hovering above me. The nub had the nerve, and strength, to flip us over him on top.
"Say it."
"No."
"Sam, if you just say it I'll let you go."
"Never, ever will I say I like Galaxy Wars." The bantering back and forth continued for what seemed like hours. Each time we gravitated closer to one another. Within minutes our noses touched, and a bolt of electricity flowed through me. Every hair stood on end, goosebumps rose on my skin, and my breathing increased. My heart was pounding out of my chest seeing his soft lips mere inches away from mine. I had to escape before i did something incredibly stupid, like kiss him. I couldn't move. Damn that nub for being so strong.
"Oh, hey Carls. I didn't see you come in." Freddie said as he climbed off of me.
" What was that?" asked Carly.
"The nub stole my ham, and then trapped me until I admitted I liked Galaxy Wars!" I spoke a little to quickly. I could feel my flushed cheeks and could hear my rapid breathing. " I'm going to get more ham since the nub touched that one." I lied quickly. I had to get out of there, and now.
"You guys are so weird." mumbled Carly.
I left the studio before anymore questioning about the incident could happen. As I came down the stairs I tried to push my thoughts about Freddie away, but they weren't going anywhere. Great. I like the nub.
After that day I kept my distance. Nobody noticed, but sometimes I thought I saw the nub eyeing me. Hiding feelings is impossible. I'm not myself and people are starting to notice. Carly asks me if I'm okay everyday, and even the nub asked if I was sick when I didn't eat at lunch today. I don't know how much longer I can keep quiet. Everyday these feelings grow stronger.
To make things worse I've come to a very important realization. The weird butterflies in my stomach, goosebumps on my skin, racing heart beat, and rapid breathing aren't just some school girl crush. No, I, Samantha Jane Puckett, am totally, completely, one hundred percent, head over heels in love with the one and only Fredward Karl Benson.
