iTake mirage888's Seddie Album Challenge Chapter 1: Come Right Out and Say It, an icarly fanfic

A/N: Hey! This is my first ever Fanfic, so be nice! I'm sorry if this is OOC, I tried to stay true to Sam & Freddie's characters! Oh, and this is a little bit AU because iOMG never happened. This chapter is a songfic, but not all of them will be.

This is mirage 888's album challenge, so I did Relient K's (I LOVE them!) album "Five score and Seven Years Ago". The first song on there didn't really give me a lot to work with, so please forgive me for starting with "Come Right Out and Say It" (The second song on the album)! Also, the songs really set the mood for the story, so if you listen to music while reading Fanfics (I do, I don't know if anyone else does though...) then the song that each chapter is based on will really help set the mood! Plus, they're just really good songs :D Ok, enough rambling, on with the story!

Come Right Out and Say It

Lyrics, Normal

I'd better rest my eyes
'Cause I'm growing weary of
This point you've been trying to make
So rather than imply
Why don't you just verbalize
All the things that you're trying to say

Freddie POV

"Sam!" I yelled, running after the blonde-headed demon. All this bickering had us both on edge, and more than a little tired.

"What, Frednub?" She growled. We had just exited school, and were currently walking our way back to Bushwell. I figured Sam was going to check up on Carly and see if she needed soup or something. She left school early due to an illness, and since Spencer was supposed to pick us up me and Sam had to walk home.

Her viciousness was giving me a headache, which I vocalized while I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes tightly. I didn't even remember why we were fighting in the first place; Sam was probably just trying to get her opinion out there, again.

"Listen, Dorkwad, do you even realize what I'm trying to say? That I mean-no, never mind. Forget it, okay?" She almost looked…Vulnerable. It took me by surprise, and told me that she was really serious.

"What? What is it?" I tried to get her to tell me what was up, but she just shrugged and turned to leave.

"Oh, no, Puckett, not so fast! You've been acting weird lately and I want you to tell me why!" I commanded, grabbing Sam's arm and turning her around to face me once again.

"Well, maybe if you really paid attention-"

"No!" I stopped her, mid-sentence, "I don't want to stand here and decode your actions. I know you hate to admit it, Sam, but we ARE friends. You can trust me. So, 'fess up."

Thought this would turn out so well
But I'm beginning to see
That instead it's trouble
Into a pattern we fell
Of prolonging the inevitable

I smiled to myself, knowing that was all I needed to say to make Sam crack.

"Benson, you're such a girl! Get your nubby hands off of me!" Sam said wriggling out of my grasp. Oh, no. That didn't go as planned.

"Oh, don't start with me, Demon!"

"You're a dork!"

"You're a delinquent!"

"Your mother is crazy!"

"Yours is in prison!"

And with that we started again, back tracking all of the progress we had just made.

Why don't you
Come right out and say it?
Even if the words are probably gonna hurt
I'd rather have the truth
Than something insincere
Why don't you
Come right out and say it (come right out and say it)?
What it is you're thinking
Though I'm thinking it's not what I wanna hear

"Sam, enough! Ok, I want to know what it is that's made you so…Different and I don't care if you insult me! This time, I won't take no for an answer, so just tell me." I wanted to know why Sam was so upset, but then again I didn't. I had a feeling that whatever she was dealing with somehow had to do with Brad. She was nice to him, which was a huge sign that she liked him. So, while I wanted to help her, I was also oddly jealous of Brad. It sounds masochistic, but I think I…Like Sam! Weird.

I better check my pride
Because I was starting to think
I was on to something good
But things started to slide
And I sit here in retrospect
And understanding that I misunderstood

"It's Brad, isn't it?" Though it hurt to think about the two of them together as an "item", I was pretty proud of how well I knew Sam.

"No, doof, it's…It's you." Sam said, in a voice so meek I could've sworn she was really Melanie messing with me. He eyes quickly averted themselves to the floor, which apparently had just become the most fascinating thing ever, seeing as she couldn't take her eyes off of it.

Her words didn't kick in at first, and even them I had to take a moment to figure out what to say. Could she…Like me? I asked myself. No, no, it's impossible.

"Me?" Maybe she was just in a 'mood' because…Because of my 'dorkish face' or something like that. Yeah, that's it. She would never like me, not the way I liked her.

"Yes, you, nub. Now, can I go?" Sam asked impatiently. Did she really think she could just blame me for all of her attitude then leave?

So, I misunderstood her about the Brad thing. But I was sure I knew Sam, I had to. I just needed her clarification sometimes…

Thought I could make up your mind
And then this decision locks up
So tight it couldn't be touched
Thought you were being so kind
But keeping your mouth sealed shut
Rather than just opening it up

"No, you can't leave! I know even just talking to me is adding to your growing hatred, and obviously upsetting you, but just…Tell me how to be less annoying, and I guess I can try to help." I said, each word sounding more hurt and defeated than the next. I was just so tired of Sam being so unhappy, I was willing to try anything.

"Hatred? Annoying? Is that what you think? Never mind, I'm not telling you. Trust me, you'll thank me later." She said, again trying to walk ahead away from me.

"Sam, you may think that not saying anything is nice and all, though I have NO idea why you suddenly want to be nice to me, but trust ME, I want to know. So, say it! I'm a big-ish boy now, I can handle it." I said, trying to lighten the situation and plead with the blonde before me at the same time.

"Seriously, Freddumb, let me go!"

"I'm your friend, Sam; you can open up to me! Please!

And I tried
To guess what goes on in your head
'Cause in your mind
I just might find
All those things you left unsaid

"Fine. Don't tell me," She sighed, obviously relieved that I had dropped our serious conversation. "I'll guess." Sam groaned. "Ok, you don't like Brad."

"Yup"

"And you don't seem to be too annoyed by my presence."

"Correct-o"

"So, If I'm you problem, but you're not mad at me, what is your issue with me?" I asked, clueless.

"Think, Freddie, what's the opposite of hate?" Both I and Sam seemed stunned that those words had just left Sam's mouth.

"Wait, Sam, d-do you…Do you, possibly, like me?" Just the thought had made me excited. Until I realized what I had said in response to Sam's statement, and realized, now Sam was going to break my face.

"…Maybe…" Sam, for some reason, seemed to instantly regret letting all of this information slip.

And I'll try to maybe not regret anything
Later on after I'm gone
You'll wish that you
Had listened to me (listened to me)

And then it hit me: Sam regretted saying all of that because she doesn't know that I like her too!

"Sam, why didn't you just tell me? Because I really like you Sam, and I have for a while now. I never told you because I thought you liked Brad, and I was pretty sure you would mess me up if I did tell you and-wait, PLEASE don't mess me up for saying all this!"

"I don't believe you, Freddiffer. I-I have to go." She said her once angry expression now stony and indifferent. I was shocked by what she said, so it took a minute for me to realize she had bolted after saying that.

But I saw a streak of blonde enter Bushwell, which was about two blocks away, so I knew where she was headed. I was determined to follow her there.

Why don't you
Come right out and say it
Even if the words are gonna hurt
We're better off this way
Why don't you
Come right out and say come right out and say
What I know you're thinking anyway
Why don't you
Come right out and say it
Even if the words are probably gonna hurt
I'd rather have the truth than something insincere
Why don't you
Come right out and say it (come right out and say it)
What it is you're thinking
And just what it is you're thinking

When I reached the fire escape, Sam was on the camping chair I had once sat in, lonely and depressed, years ago. Suddenly, de ja vu hit me, though everything was reversed.

"I feel like I should have a meatball to offer you." Sam jumped, startled and surprised that I had followed her here.

"Only a nub like you would remember that, Benson." She said, chuckling slightly at the reference.

"What, my first kiss? Really? I heard it was a big deal. I guess it just depends on the person, though. That must be why mine was so great."

"Why are you here, Freddie?" Sam asked, all kidding gone from her features.

"Other than the fact that this fire escape is attached to my apartment? Well, because the girl that I like just ran away from me, and I won't let her leave me again. Ever."

"But-"

"No, Sam. I know it may be hard for you to believe, but I do love you, okay? No matter how masochistic that seems."

Then she smiled for the first time today.

"I'm okay with that." She said, grinning up at me.

"Good," I said, leaning down for a kiss, "because you don't really have a choice."

Before she could respond, our lips met in a sweet, chaste kiss. Like magic, the same fireworks that hit me during our fist kiss exploded in my head as I savored our kiss.

"Now, Benson, just because we do that," her words startled me as our kiss ended abruptly. As she said that, she motioned between us, "doesn't mean you can be all cocky or expect any less than the usual amount of pain I cause. Mama wears the pants in this relationship."

"You got it, Princess Puckett." I managed between laughs, grinning from ear to ear. "I do have one question, though."

"What's that, Fredduchini?"

"How'd you get out here without my mom noticing?"

Sam laughed before saying, "Duh, I took the stairs!" and she pointed to the stairs below us. As we laughed at Sam's not that funny statement, I felt really happy, and something told me Sam was too.

THE END

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