Okay, I just saw iKiss and - squee! It was awesome! Did you guys notice how she opened her eyes and blinked and everything? Then how he watched her leave? Perfect!
Okay, so this is what I think might happen after 'the kiss'. It's gonna be a two shot - chapter one, Sam's POV. Chapter two - Freddie's POV.
iDon't Hate Him Anymore
Carly didn't know. Of course she didn't know. There was a totally different reason for why she was looking at me in that knowing way. It's not like she'd seen us or something - right? What if she'd followed me and saw Freddie and I kiss? Oh, no, she's gonna say something, I just know it!
Chill, Sam. You're just being paranoid. I walk into the iCarly studio, smirking at Carly. "Hey Carls. The viewers still looking at the weird dude with shrimps in his nose?" I ask, noticing that Carly wasn't standing in front of the camera, but sitting in the seats of the car off to the side.
"No, I switched the picture after a while. It's a toothless woman eating cabbage now," she answers. I frown as she cocks her head to the side, smiling slightly. "Where's the bowl of meatballs?" she asks me, laughing a little.
I frown and look down, just now realizing that I have left the glass bowl of meatballs back on the fire escape...with Freddie. "Oh...uhm..."
"Here it is," I hear a very familiar voice say. I whirl around, and there he is - Fredward, the dork I love to hate and make fun of, the guy who actually pranked me pretty well when he handcuffed me to Gibby. Only that's not what I think when I see him - all I think is Freddie, the sweet little nerd who gave me my first kiss.
Whoa, hold up! Freddork, sweet? Get a hold of yourself, Sam Puckett!
Fredward Benson's standing in the doorway, the bowl of meatballs in his hands, a totally dorky smile on his face. "Give 'em here, geek," I say meanly, yanking the balls of meat out of his hands. He says nothing, just smiles secretly me, reminding me that we share a secret. I turn away, deliberately saying nothing as Carly yells, "Freddie! You're back!" She rushes past him, pulling Fredward close in a hug. I don't know why, but that makes me mad, and I slam the bowl onto the table, causing a small crack to form in the glass.
Carly says, "Sam! Don't slam the bowls around!" I look at her innocently, smiling and lifting a meatball to my mouth, taking a bite.
"My bad," I say, my mouth full of juicy cooked meat. She sends me a look, but doesn't say anything, releasing Freddie from the hug. WIthout another word he does some dorky tech thing and the picture the viewers see is gone, and Carly and I are standing in front of the camera.
"Hey, peoples! Sam and Freddie have worked things out..." Carly begins.
"So it's time for..." I continue.
"MEATBALL WAR!" We scream at the same time, me pressing the button on my blue remote, causing the words to pop up on the scream for the people to see. I fake a smile for the viewers, lifting my slingshot and shaking it for the viewers to see. That's right, pretend everything's normal.
And so it goes, Carly and I using our slingshots to fling meat at each other, and - of course - I have to make sure some make their way to Freddie, who's decided to pick up the camera and do his job. Amazingly, he doesn't respond, just smiles at me as the meatball flies over his head and lands on his clothes. By the time it's over, all three of us are covered in meat particles, and we can't help but laugh.
"Okay, that concludes today's webcast," Carly says into the camera, wiping meat out of her hair.
"I'm Sam," I say, eating some of the meat.
"I'm Carly," she responds.
"And I'm Freddie," he adds, turning the camera to face him, smiling in his nerdy way. I pick up at meatball and throw it at his head, and it hits the intended target, bouncing off the spot above his ear. He grimaces, turning the camera back.
"See you next week," Carly and I say simultaneously. We wave goodbye until Freddie gives us the signal that he's turned off the camera. Then Carly sighs. "It's going to take forever to get all this meat out of my hair," she says, running her fingers through the brown locks.
"We're going to smell like meat for a week," I respond, sniffing my own curly blond hair. I smile, enjoying the scent. Carly and Freddie laugh at me, and I can't help but notice that his laugh sounds like music, filling the room with beautiful sound.
Another sound comes from below us, rather familiar to us all. Spencer screaming. Something probably caught on fire...again. Carly's eyes widened and without a word she runs out of the room, scared of what might be happening, leaving Fredward and I in the studio. Alone.
I can't help but feel kind of weird, awkward, the secret we have hanging in the air between us. I want to leave, to get away from this...this thing that's growing in me.
"I'm need ham," I say, knowing that sounds like Sam Puckett pre Freddie-kiss. I start to walk out of the studio, but the dork stops me, his hand on my upper arm. I send him a glare, knowing he'll get the message and let go of me. Surprisingly, he doesn't. He looks into my eyes and I stare back, those melted chocolate orbs glowing with some emotion I can't identify yet recognize as the same one inside myself.
"Sam..." he says, his mouth working as though he can't think of anything to say. Then he just smiles, and I feel like everything inside me is liquifing. "Maybe we shouldn't keep this to ourselves."
My eyes widen and I yank my arm away. "What? Are you kidding? We can't tell anyone!" I almost yell back, frowning. "What, did a meatball hit you to hard in the head?"
He frowned as well, and I could tell he was becoming angry. "No! I just don't want to pretend everything's normal between us!"
"Everything is normal," I say, knowing even as I said it I was lying. Nothing was normal between us. If everything was normal we wouldn't even be having this conversation. Nothing was going to be the same with us, even if I wanted to pretend it would be.
"Hey," he said, and I turned back to him from the window. "I hate you," he said, and smiled at me, trying to make everything go back to the way it was before the kiss. That sweet, soft kiss that had made both fire and ice ripple over my skin and my eyes pop open in surprise while his stayed closed.
I scoffed. "Hate you too," I responded scornfully. I calmly walked away until I figured he couldn't see me, then ran the rest of the way to Carly's apartment.
Only it wasn't true. After that kiss all my feelings toward him had changed. He was still a dork - but what was wrong with that? It was part of what made him who he was. A sweet, cute, caring guy who'd been nice to me my entire life, despite all the crap I put him through. He was practically my best friend.
I frown and lower my head, confused and not wanting him to see it. He won't let me hide though, and lifts my head with a finger under my chin. He doesn't say anything, just looks at me with that sympathetic look of understanding.
I'm not sure who leans first, or even who started it, but suddenly we're kissing again, our lips pressed together and our eyes closed. The feelings engulf me again and there's a roaring in my ears, and I feel like I'm exactly where I belong, this is where I'm supposed to be, and it's absolutely perfect.
Nothing's ever going to be the same again. We promised we would go right back to hating each other, but it won't happen.
'Cause despite what we had promised each other, it seems I don't hate him anymore.
Okay, so what do you guys think? It doesn't seem like my best work...but still. I'll have another chapter up, of Freddie's POV. And I'm thinking of having a third chapter of Carly's POV, seeing all this. What do you guys think?