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"iChange For The Dork"
FanFic by: KeyLimePie14
"…and that is what you get when you cross a squirrel with Freddie's face!" Sam shouted into the camera during the iCarly webcast. Freddie couldn't help but groan and cut the picture from the screen as soon as possible. Sure, he had fought against Sam when she proposed the idea for the picture, but invariably she won. She always did.
Carly stifled a giggle; the picture was funny, but she caught sight of Freddie's pained expression, so out of courtesy for her friend she tried to come up with a quick distraction. She and Sam had planned to do some improvisation for the last fifteen minutes of the show, but Carly could see where that would go. Sam was in a good mood; that meant brutal torturing for Freddie if she didn't intervene quickly. "Okay!" She jumped ecstatically in front of the camera. "Sam and I would now like to introduce a new segment here on iCarly!" Carly glanced out of the corner of her eye to watch Sam's reaction. Luckily Freddie had the camera solely focused on Carly's face, because Sam's mirrored a look of confusion. Carly took a deep breath and continued, "It's called, 'iDate A Dork!'" She shouted into the camera and motioning with her arm for Freddie to come out.
"Wha-?" Freddie started to say before he caught on to Carly's plan. Sighing, he switched cameras and went out to stand beside Carly. "Hiya guys!" He greeted with a nervous smile and a slight wave of his hand. Sam grunted and rolled her eyes.
"Carly, what's going on?" She questioned as she walked over to stand beside Freddie. Carly laughed nervously and shifted her gaze over to Sam.
"Our new segment, silly! Don't you remember?" Carly tried desperately to get Sam to go along with her new spur of the moment plan. But, of course, Sam was Sam and she was being stubborn. Sam shook her head vigorously.
"Nope, don't remember." She stated simply as she gazed at the camera. Freddie looked back and forth between the two girls wondering how he even played into this.
"What is going on?" He questioned tentatively, looking at Carly. Carly tore her eyes away from Sam and focused back onto Freddie.
"Our new segment!" She smiled into the camera and proceeded to explain, "Here's how it works, guys!" She paused briefly, trying to think of the new segment… She glanced from Sam to Freddie, noticing the look on Sam's face as she looked Freddie up and down. It wasn't her normal stare though, she didn't have the look of death on her face, and Carly could see in her eyes that she wasn't planning on what angle was best to tackling him from. No, this was a look of attraction; the only other time she'd ever seen Sam with this dreamy look on her face was when Freddie had invited Shane for a webcast… The light bulb went off in Carly's head and it took everything she had not to laugh maniacally and rub her palms together like a mad scientist at work.
She turned back to the camera and briefly checked the time. Twelve minutes left before the end of the webcast. Perfect, Carly thought smiling. "I'm going to ask Freddie," She gestured largely to Freddie, "our tech producer, some questions about what he looks for in a girl, and then we're going to let you guys comment and tell us what you think!" She clapped her hands together and turned to Freddie. He looked extremely perturbed, with his hands shoved as far down in his pockets as they would go. He rocked slightly back and forth on the balls of his feet. Sam's reaction was similar, only she had a hint of curiosity to her look. She was leaning slightly forward, as if straining to listen and hang on to every word that would fall off of Freddie's lips.
"Uh, Carly? I don't think-" Carly cut Freddie off mid-sentence,
"Okay! Question number one: Freddie, do you prefer brunettes or blondes?" Carly asked, putting her serious face on.
"Brunettes, Carly you know I still love you!" Freddie cried. Carly rolled her eyes.
"Serious answer, leave me out of this equation." Freddie sighed and ran a hand through his already tousled hair. He held up his hands in defense.
"Okay, okay! But it's still brunette." He answered confidently. Carly wasn't expecting him to say that, but she forced a small smile on her face all the same. She couldn't bring herself to look over his shoulder at her best friend's reaction either…
"And describe their personality?" Carly questioned, making them up off the top of her head. Freddie seemed to relax and focused completely on the question.
"Well," Freddie paused and licked his lips, "She has to be nice, and funny, and, and," Freddie began to get excited just at the thought of a girl who fit his descriptions, "it'd be nice if she'd laugh at my jokes every once in a while, and not too emotional, but enough that she's girly, and smart, and of course she has to be cute." He finished, smiling. Carly just rolled her eyes at him.
"Freddie we'll never happen." She told him as nicely as possible. Surprisingly, Freddie waved her off easily, the smile never fading from his face.
"I'm not talking about you Carly."
"Oh, well…" She checked her watch; two minutes left. "Okay! You guys go tell us what you think of Freddie while Sam and I explain to you how to wash a porcupine! Sam get over here!" Carly couldn't help but notice her friend's sudden sluggishness and crestfallen look.
Freddie walked back behind the camera and began panning it back and forth between both of the girls. He may have been denser than most, but he did notice the look on Sam's face. And he couldn't help but be slightly confused and concerned by the sad look on Sam's face. She seemed to have lost most of her enthusiasm and her good mood had flown out the window and caught the next train to New York; that's how far gone it was. He tried not to worry for the last minute or so of the webcast, but as he shut the camera down, announcing to the girls that they were clear, he took in every detail of Sam's face, committing it to memory and taking notes, trying to figure out what she must've been thinking each time she glanced in his direction and her eyes glossed over.
The trio walked down the stairs and into the Shay living room, Carly and Freddie were discussing how successful the latest iCarly was. Freddie still couldn't help but notice that Sam was uncharacteristically quiet…
"Hey Carls, don't take this the wrong way, but what exactly was that last part about?" Freddie questioned, looking briefly behind him to make sure Sam was still there. She was; but she was staring at her shoes, the same unreadable expression on her face. "I thought you and Sam were supposed to do improv… wasn't that what we talked about?" Carly froze for a second, almost causing Sam to topple over her on the stairs.
"Sorry Sam!" Carly turned around to steady her friend and after Sam convinced her to stop fussing she turned around back to Freddie. "Yeah, well…" She glanced down at the ground and watched her feet move down the steps, "I wasn't feeling the improv. tonight." She fibbed as they all stepped into the living room. Freddie shrugged and sat down on the couch, believing her. He really had no reason to believe she was lying, after all.
"I'll be right back guys," Sam began, speaking her first words in an hour. Carly and Freddie both turned to look at her, not believing that she had actually spoken. But Sam was standing somewhat awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs, staring expectantly at them. She jerked her thumb in the direction of the bathroom, and said nervously, "Uh… Bathroom." With that she got up and bolted off into the other room.
Carly looked back at Freddie with a concerned look on her face. They were both concerned with what was wrong with their friend.
"What's wrong with-" Freddie began before he was cut off by the front door slamming open. Spencer entered the room with a couple of brown paper bags juggled in his arms, and a small plastic bag full of water with a fish clasped in one of his hands. He was humming a happy tune quietly to himself. Carly rolled her eyes and groaned when she saw her brother had bought yet another goldfish.
"Spencer." She chastised him in a motherly tone of voice. Spencer poked his head up over one of the bags, a frown on his face.
"What, little sister?" He asked innocently, walking the floor over to the bar in the kitchen to set the bags down. He kept hold of his goldfish and clutched it to his chest as he turned back around to face Carly's disapproving look.
"I keep telling you over and over to STOP buying these poor, defenseless goldfish, but do you listen?! No!" Carly hopped up from her seat on the couch and stalked over to Spencer. "Now you're just gonna kill this one too!" Spencer poked his lower lip out in a pout and lovingly rubbed the outside of the bag.
"I'm not gonna kill Splotchy... I promise." He stood up straight, trying to act proud. "I've already had him for a whole hour and he isn't dead yet!" He proclaimed as he raised the bag up in the air to prove it. Spencer glanced briefly into the bag to see his new goldfish floating at the top, stomach pointed towards the sky. Carly couldn't help but giggle.
"NO!!!!!" Spencer shouted, as he began running around in aimless circles. Carly reached out to try and stop her brother from crashing into anything, but it was no use; Spencer was freaking out too much. Freddie got up from the couch and tried to help Carly in the pointless chase. Spencer eventually wore himself out and paused briefly to catch his breath before making the fatal mistake of looking back into the bag. He pouted once more and finally stated, "I guess I need to give him a funeral…" He mumbled as he sluggishly pulled himself toward his bathroom. Carly and Freddie watched his retreating figure as they both collapsed into a fit of giggles.
Their giggles were soon cut short as a frightened looking Spencer, mysteriously lacking the dead goldfish bag, came running out. "Uh, Carls? I think Sam needs you…" He gulped nervously. Carly straightened up and gave him a look of confusion.
"What are you talking about, Spencer?" Freddie had fallen silent at this point as well, seemingly hanging off of every word Spencer said. He knew something had been wrong earlier, and he couldn't help the growing feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Spencer took a deep breath and glanced from his baby sister to the bathroom and back.
"Well… uh, maybe you should just go help her, eh?" He hinted, jerking his head frantically in direction of the bathroom. Carly was still confused, but never the less she made her way to help her friend. She reached the door and gently knocked.
"Sam?" She called out, only to be met with the sounds of someone sobbing. Carly immediately tensed up and became alarmed. Sam never cried; Carly knew something must've been seriously wrong. She didn't receive a response so she tentatively called out her name once more. This time there was a response,
"Go away, Carly." Sam's voice came out quietly and squeakily. Carly gently twisted the doorknob and found it was unlocked. Sam's feeble request wasn't going to push Carly away; she was determined to help her friend. She pushed the door open hesitantly, slightly scared of what she was going to find. She let out the breath she didn't even know she was holding when she saw Sam, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, her feet resting against the side of the toilet, with wads of tissue paper surrounding her feet. The light amount of makeup she actually wore around her eyes was running down her cheeks in wild zigzags as her tears kept falling, keeping her face moist. Carly frowned at the sight and swiftly made her way over to her friend, reaching out to embrace her in a tight hug as she sat down beside her on the cool porcelain rim of the tub. She let Sam sob quietly into her shoulder for a few moments before she spoke,
"Hey," She whispered, pulling Sam's head away from her so she could see her face. Sam sniffled and looked up into the eyes of her best friend. "What'sa matter, huh?" Her voice was so comforting that Sam couldn't help but let another tear fall. Carly began rubbing small circles with her hand on Sam's back. "Come on, you can talk to me, you know? I'm here to listen." Carly continued talking, trying to ward off any awkward silences, but more over she was trying to warm her up so that she would talk. Carly knew how hard it was for Sam to talk about her feelings and she just wanted to be sure Sam knew that she wasn't going to judge her or make her feel bad no matter what was wrong.
"I-, I-," Sam started, but was cut off by her sobs choking up in her throat. Carly sat quietly, holding her just a little bit tighter to her side and never slowing the rhythmic motions on her back. Sam seemed to be calming down some now, and she opened her mouth to try and talk once more. "I think…" She trailed off again, but this time it was out of embarrassment rather than her lack of ability to speak. Carly remained silent, knowing that Sam was just working up enough courage to speak what was on her mind, though she really, really wanted to prod her along just a little more. She adjusted her friend slightly in her arms, curling her left leg underneath of her so she could scoot even closer to Sam. Sam was now staring intently at the rubber duck grippers Spencer had lining the bottom of his tub with great interest. Her face was beginning to dull its bright red shade, though her eyes remained swollen and puffy and her nose continued to run.
"Carly, I don't know what's wrong with me…" She stumbled over her words quickly. Carly looked down at her in confusion. She could stay silent no longer,
"What do you mean?" She questioned, her hand stopping its rubbing motion. Sam shook her head as if trying to dissuade herself of something.
"I don't know!" She cried before the tears began to fall even harder and faster than they had before. Carly was slightly shocked at the sudden change of events and her eyes slightly bulged out of her head before she calmed and reverted back to comforting-best-friend mode. She started her circular motions on her back again and began to softly murmur to her, trying once again to calm her.
"Is it about Freddie?" Carly found herself whispering, breaking the quiet silence that had fallen over them when Sam had once again calmed down enough to stop sobbing uncontrollably. Now all that could be heard was Sam's erratic breathing and the sound of Carly's words reverberating off of the walls. They seemed to hang in the air like a bad omen, echoing in both of the girl's ears over and over until Carly was afraid she was going to go insane from Sam's silence. Carly held her breath in anticipation.
"What are you talking about?" Sam managed to say before losing it again. She pulled away from Carly, trying to free herself of the embrace, but Carly held onto her tight. Carly looked scared.
"I-, I-, I don't know. It's just after the web show you kind of looked…" Carly stopped to take in a ragged breath and run a hand through her hair before continuing, "Devastated, for some reason. I thought maybe it had to do with what Freddie said tonight…" Sam hauled herself off of the tub quickly and feverishly. She shot daggers at Carly, causing Carly to gulp and pale. Sam was never angry at Carly; this was something Carly had been thankful for. Nobody in their right mind would want to go against Samantha Puckett when she was angry. Nobody tried to provoke her either; it just wasn't something you did. Carly silently counted the seconds in her head until she knew Sam would blow. She got to five when Sam's bellowing could be heard throughout the small room, and the whole apartment Carly was sure.
"How can you even assume something like that?!" She threw her hands up in frustration as she stood poised and looking like she was ready to fight. Carly knew that even if Sam yelled at her she would never have the nerve to actually physically hurt her. "I. Do. Not. Like. Him." She growled through her teeth, her fists clenched at her sides. Carly knew she should probably say something, but nothing would come out. After a second, Sam continued,
"I can't even begin to understand why you would think that about me and the," Her lips curled up at the thought of Freddie, "little freak." She hissed. Carly desperately tried to think of something to say. She really needed Sam to calm down if she was expecting to get anywhere with why she had been so upset.
"Sam," She found herself saying in the quietest, weakest voice she had ever heard. She licked her lips out of habit, "Please, can we just sit and talk about this?" Carly rose off of the tub as well and made a cautious step towards Sam. Sam's face contorted with anger and confusion.
"No." She breathed. "We cannot talk about this. Wanna know why?" She yelled, stepping threateningly closer to Carly. "Because there is nothing, absolutely nothing, to talk about." With that she turned on her heel and sped out of the bathroom. Carly sighed and stared down at her shoes. Well that is not how I wanted it to go… She thought sadly.
"Sam! Wait!" She heard Freddie yell after her friend, and a second later a low, threatening reply, and then the slam of the door. Carly shook her head and walked sadly out of the bathroom. She trudged down the hallway, stepping over the lost and forgotten bag that still held Spencer's dead goldfish and entered the living room. She looked up only to be met with Freddie and Spencer's concerned looks.
"What's wrong with Sam?" Freddie asked, worriedly fretting over the blonde petite girl that had just left dramatically. Carly felt her own anger begin to boil up and before she could stop it she began blurting thoughts,
"Gosh Freddie!" She shouted, throwing her hands above her head in a fashion similar to Sam's outburst. Freddie gave her a confused look. "Why are you so dense?! Can't you see," Carly paused and stalked over to Freddie until she was close enough to feel his heavy breathing on her face. She growled so low she could barely hear herself, "Can't you see she loves you?!" Then she stepped back and stomped up the stairs, leaving behind a very befuddled Freddie and a depressed Spencer.
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