A simple One-shot just to tease you while we all wait for the next season to begin. I will probably write a follow-up at that point. In any case, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, though I've gotten many reviews that compliment how true I remain to the show. Indeed, that is one of my goals when I write these. So thank you for all of the support, and keep those favs and reviews coming!
(Freddie's POV)
Have you ever had that moment in your life where everything you thought you knew suddenly changed?
No?
Well, I certainly have.
Have you ever had ten thousand thoughts and feelings rush through your brain all at once, the images racing by and somehow slowing down time?
Allow me to explain.
Sam had started acting weird; as in, NOT constantly torturing me in some way. She was being downright nice ever since Brad and I started our project, even going so far as to volunteer her help. I knew then that something was not right in the universe.
Everything got crazier when Brad and I used Sam as a test subject for our new mood recognition app for the Pearpad. The result – In Love. No. Freakin. Way.
I made up some lame excuse and raced off to tell Carly that I had discovered the reason behind Sam's sudden change in attitude. Of course Carly got really excited, and just HAD to go talk to Sam about liking Brad. And of course she would come up with a doomed-to-fail plan to "set them up". But, not surprisingly, Sam resisted. Sometimes she's too stubborn for her own good.
So after Carly had told me about the fight her and Sam had about Sam not opening up about her feelings, I decided to risk my health and talk to her myself. When I found her in the courtyard, it was the most vulnerable I had seen Sam since she almost fell off the window-washers platform on Bushwell.
She resisted my help as well, though I kind of expected that. In typical Sam fashion, she avoided any serious talk with threats of violence. I didn't back down. I told her that it's hard for everyone to open up and confront their feelings, but sometimes you just have to take a chance.
The next thing I knew, her lips were against mine.
I probably should have reacted, but I didn't know how. Thoughts of our first kiss on the fire escape came rushing back. All the feelings I had – have? Had?- for Carly pulsed in my brain and collided with new feelings, strange feelings, feelings that told me that this kiss was right.
I mean, did this mean Sam was in love with me? ME? I guess all those years of torment was just her way of getting my attention. Or maybe she had another angle? She was so hard to read sometimes, it drove me crazy. And what about Carly? What would she think? We have to tell her – after last time, we just HAVE to or she may never speak to us again. And that's not even getting into how I feel about all of this…
I can't even begin to explain everything that was racing through my head in that moment; and I won't even attempt to unravel what any of them meant. I just let them be, let Sam's soft lips meld with mine, let myself be lost – and hopelessly confused – until she finally pulled away.
What happened next, you ask? Well, that's a story for another day. All I can tell you is that things were NEVER the same after that.