Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or any of its characters or locations - they all belong to Dan Schneider and Nickelodeon.
Summary: Freddie's drunk... isn't he?
iAm Confused - Chapter One - Party Time:
"Saaaa-aaam?" Freddie sang.
"What now? And get your hands out of my hair!"
"But it's so pretty."
"Aw, that's so sweet."
"Shut up Carly, this is not funny."
"To everyone but you it is."
"I don't appreciate that."
"Sammieeeeee"
"Don't call me Sammie!"
"Sam-an-thaaarrr"
"There is no 'r' at the end of Samantha!"
"You're so clever."
"I forbid you from ever getting drunk ever again!"
"Okay Sammie"
"DON'T call me SAMMIE; and Carly, STOP laughing."
"Sorry-" "Sowwy"
"Cute Fredlumps, speak like that ever again and I'll punch you into sobriety."
"Sam!"
"Stay out of this Carls."
"Don't yell at Carly-Carls!"
"She's not a cat Fredwierd, stop petting her."
"Jealous?"
"SAM! No violence!"
"You always ruin my fun Shay."
"Don't pout Sam, it's not attractive."
"Yes it is."
"Be quiet Freddie, you're not helping your case here."
"Yeah, shut up Fredward."
-o-
"SamSamSam!"
Sigh "What now Freddork?"
"Carly felled over."
"What?"
"Yep, she... in the lounge."
"Shit, come on; on second thought, you stay here and I'll be back in a second."
"Okay; oh, and Sammie?"
"Yeah?"
"I loves ya."
"That's very nice Freddrip, now stay put."
Sam kept one eye on Freddie as she headed from the kitchen into the adjoining lounge, only looking away when she couldn't see him anymore. Carly wasn't hard to locate, her hot pink mini skirt making her stand out where she was sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa with an empty bottle in her hand. She had the bottle upside down and was shaking it, staring in confusion when nothing came out. Sam sighed loudly, rolling her eyes in despair. Curse her friends for being such lightweights. She walked over and Carly waved cheerfully, taking the hand Sam offered and leaning heavily on the shorter girl as they made their way back into the kitchen. Sam propped Carly against the counter beside Freddie and pulled her phone out of her pocket, pressing speed dial four and tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for the call to connect.
"Hello?"
"Hey Tasha, it's Sam."
"Oh, hey."
"Hey, I need a favour."
"What kind of a favour?" Tasha asked suspiciously.
"Carly and Freddie are totally trashed and we need a ride home from Wendy's party, can you tear yourself away from Gibby long enough to come pick us up?"
"Sure, I'll be there soon."
"Thanks, see you, tell the Gibster we hope he gets better quickly."
"Will do."
Sam slid her phone back into her pocket and filled Carly a glass with water from the tap.
"Drink up cupcake, it'll help lessen the raging hangover you're going to have in the morning."
"You'rrre the bestest ever Sam."
"I know hun, I know."
-o-
"Sam. S-A-M. Sss-ahh-mmm. Saaam. Sam. SssssAM"
"Thank you Freddie, I think we've established the fact that you know my name."
"I'ke Sam'tha."
"What was that?"
"Iiiiiiii like Sam-an-thaaa."
"Well I don't"
"I love you"
"You mentioned that."
"You don' b'lieve'm"
"Everyone loves everyone when they're drunk."
"Ask me- when I'm – sober."
"I'll do that."
"No you won'" Freddie sighed, hooking his fingers through the belt loops of her denim skirt and pulling her closer to him so he could rest his forehead against her shoulder. "I don' like fighting with you."
"Bickering's your thing." Carly exclaimed and Sam started, having almost forgotten that she and Freddie weren't alone. "Bickering isn't fighting." Freddie interjected.
"I don't like fighting with you either," Sam smiled.
"I love you."
"Yeah, okay, I love you too, but it's a secret." Sam whispered in Freddie's ear. He grinned and tilted his head up, their noses bumping gently as he pressed his lips against hers. Sam kissed him back for a few seconds, her teeth grazing across his lower lip before she pulled herself away and tugged Carly upright.
"Come on kiddo, let's get you out of here." Carly obediently let Sam drag her through the crowd and out into the garden where she parked her on a stone bench with strict instructions not to wander off. Sam weaved back through the mass of bodies and tucked herself into Freddie's side pulling his arm over her shoulders, "Try not to fall on your face." She instructed plainly and started forward. Freddie stopped halfway across the dance floor and stubbornly refused to move. Sam tugged repeatedly on his arm, then tried shoving, but he spun them around and she was right back to square one.
"Freddie, I'm not in the mood for this."
"Hm, what are you in the mood for?" he asked quietly, sliding his arms around her waist and nuzzling at her neck. "Not that either. Carly's waiting for us."
"She can wait one dance." The eyes that met hers now didn't seem half as hazy as they had five minutes ago and Sam wondered just how badly he was playing her. She had to admire him a little.
"If I catch you consuming so much as a drop of alcohol ever again I'll brain you."
"Yes ma'am" he winked at her, his lips curving into a half-smile.
"Gah, you're impossible." She complained.
"I know, I learned from you." He smirked. She chuckled and draped her arms over his shoulders; "C'mere Freddie," the kiss Sam initiated was hotter and needier than their previous kisses. Freddie gripped Sam's hips and she tangled her fingers into his hair as her mouth opened under his, their tongues clashing and sending sparks to both their brains. Sam pressed herself closer to Freddie, stretching up and curving into his frame and he shivered at the heat from her tiny body. He broke the kiss to nip along her jaw and trailed butterfly kisses down her neck. Sam clutched his shoulders and closed her eyes.
Deep breaths Sam.
Caging Freddie's actions into a corner of her brain, she mentally reprimanded herself. It was time to act like the mature adult she was supposed to be.
"Carly's waiting," she repeated weakly.
"Let her wait." Freddie's breathless response sent a thrill up Sam's spine but she steeled herself and wriggled out of his grip. "She's drunk Freddie and so are you; we need to go to her."
"Can't we-" "No, this" Sam motioned between them "can't happen."
"Oh." Freddie's face fell.
"Come on." Sam sighed tiredly and held her hand out for Freddie to take. She led him into the garden, wishing her heart rate back to normal. Carly was still on the bench, leaning back on her hands with her head tipped right back and her eyes closed. She was swinging her legs back and fore with a blissful smile on her face as the night breeze softly ruffled her long lustrous hair.
"She's very beautiful isn't she?" Sam observed; her voice both proud and sad as she and Freddie stood a few metres away, watching their best friend.
"So are you." "Thank you Freddork"
Freddie squeezed Sam's hand and the two joined Carly by the bench as Tasha pulled up outside the house and beeped her horn. The trio tumbled into the back of the car and by the time they arrived at Bushwell Plaza Carly was fast asleep with her head on Freddie's shoulder.
Tasha woke Carly and guided her carefully into the house, following Sam's instructions to take her up to her room and get her into bed.
Sam helped Freddie out of the car and pulled his arm over her shoulders. He dug his feet into the ground and turned to Sam, pressing her into the car door. She tried to sidestep him and he boxed her in with his free arm.
"Sam." "Freddie" they spoke at the same time and Sam gave a frustrated groan, thumping her head into his chest.
"Don't even try it Tech Boy" she said into his shirt.
"I have to." He shrugged, removing his arm from around her shoulders to take hold of her chin and tip her head up.
"Fredward." The warning in Sam's voice was not in her eyes so Freddie paid no attention to it as he ducked his head to hers and pressed their lips together for the third time that night.
'Third time lucky' he thought to himself as Sam moaned in annoyance and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. He crowded closer to her, until she was sandwiched with no space between his body and Tasha's car. Their mouths moulded together and Sam buried one hand in his hair as he tangled his fingers into her curls, eagerly tilting her head back to deepen the kiss.
"You'd better be really drunk." She growled when he let her breath.
"Don't worry, I am." He murmured into the soft skin of her neck.
"Drunk enough that you won't remember this tomorrow?"
"There's no way I'd forget this."
"Then it isn't happening," Sam shoved him away and wiped her mouth, turning on her heel.
Freddie followed her silently into the elevator and waited for the doors to close. As soon as the lift began moving he sprang at Sam and wrestled her into the corner, lifting her off the floor.
"Get the hell off me Freddison!" her vicious snarl would have sent a lion away whimpering, but Freddie merely glared at her, their eyes level due to her boosted height.
"Tell me you don't want this!" he snapped harshly.
Sam ceased her squirming and looked him directly in the eye, pausing for both of them to regain their breath. Freddie let Sam slide down the walls to the floor, but kept his arms on either side of her, preventing any escape. She straightened her expression and removed any trace of emotion from her voice.
"I don't want this." She told him clearly.
"You're lying." Freddie mumbled, his hands moving to grip her shoulders like vices.
"No. I don't want you."
"You said, earlier, that you loved me too."
"I thought you were drunk, I didn't want to argue with you."
"Then why did you kiss me back?"
"I... heat of the moment?"
"Why are you so against this?"
"For the last time Fredderly, I – DON'T – want – US" She told him coldly.
"Okay. I'm sorry." Freddie answered brokenly, moisture shining in his eyes. The elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal Tasha. She took in Freddie trapping Sam against the wall, her shoulder's white and pinched red from his fingers and nails and stared open mouthed.
"Everything okay?" she asked unsurely. Freddie pressed a gentle kiss to Sam's forehead and brushed past Gibby's girlfriend, his shoulders beginning to shake.
"Shit." Sam sighed, exiting the elevator. "Thanks so much Shar, I'll call you tomorrow."
"Are you going to survive until then?"
"I hope not."
"Sleep tight."
"You too." Sam wandered down the hall and into Carly's apartment, meandering up the stairs and collapsing into the brunette's bed.
"Sam?" Carly mumbled sleepily.
"Yeah, it's me kiddo"
"G'night, see ya in the mornin'."
"Night Cupcake, sweet dreams,"
"You too"
Sam very much doubted that even if she could sleep, her dreams were going to be sweet.
End Chapter
AN: Meh, not much to say about this story; I apologize for Freddie's OOCness - he's better in chapter two, which should be up fairly soon. Review and tell me what you thought :) xx