iThink I Felt Sparks
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Chapter two: What She Was Thinking
(Sam's POV)
I was on my way to Carly's apartment to do iCarly. I feel really bad about telling the world that Freddie never kissed anyone. Why do I feel bad? I've never felt bad about doing anything to anyone, especially not Freddie! I mean, come on, I hate him! Or do, I? WAIT, WHAT THE HECK AM I SAYING? Of course I hate him! Why else would I always be hurting him physically AND emotionally?
A voice inside my head whispered "Maybe that's your way of telling him that you like him!" OH MY GOSH, WHERE IS THIS VOICE COMING FROM? I do NOT like Freddie Benson!
"That's right, you don't like him - you love him!" That voice is so annoying, and it knows nothing about me if it thinks that I, Sam Puckett LOVE Freddie Benson! He's a total geek! And besides, if I liked him, why would I put a dead fish in his locker? Because then he would put on his fishy smelling backpack and he would smell gross… WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THIS?
I think this is what Carly means when she says she feels guilty for doing something. Like when I changed her grade on that history paper. I guess feeling guilty is when you keep thinking about things you would never think of, and they have something to do with the bad thing that you did. Well, that's my definition. Anyway, ever since I told people that Freddie never kissed anyone, I've been feeling guilty. This weird voice keeps popping into my head. It's almost like it's another person, but it sounds like me. Maybe it's Melanie. Yeah, that's it; Melanie has found some way of talking to me. Wait a second, that's not possible.
Before I knew it, I was at the Bushwell Plaza. I went inside and Lewbert screamed at me. That guy has SERIOUS problems! I walked over to the elevator and pressed the up button. When the elevator came down, I got in and pressed the button for floor eight. I stood there, just thinking.
Why do I feel guilty for sharing Freddie's secret? Is it because I share the same secret? Maybe… Or is it for some deeper reason than that? Wait, there is no deeper reason!
"Maybe you love him and you just won't admit it." AGH! STUPID VOICE, GET OUT OF MY HEAD! I DO NOT LOVE FREDDIE BENSON! Or do I? WAIT, WHAT AM I SAYING? I, Sam Puckett, am NOT in love with Freddie Benson!
I reached the eighth floor and walked down the hallway to apartment 8C. When I knocked on the door, no one answered, so I grabbed the Shay's spare key out of the plant in the hallway. That is really not a good place to keep a spare key, it's so obvious! Spencer was in the kitchen, drinking fruit punch. Why hadn't he answered the door?
"Hey, how'd you get in here? The door was locked." The better question would be why didn't he answer the door!
"Let's just say that a fake plant isn't the best place to put a spare key!" That should be obvious, but apparently he needed to be informed.
"Oh" he sighed as he looked toward the ground and nonchalantly sipped his drink.
"Where's Carly?" I asked, changing the subject.
"She's upstairs, waiting for you to get there to do the show." I had figured as much.
"Okay, see you later" I called to Spencer as I ran up the stairs. Carly's probably really upset right now.
When I got up to the iCarly studio, my thoughts were confirmed. She kept making me feel more and more guilty about telling people that Freddie never kissed anyone. I already was in a bad enough mood, and now that Carly was pretty much yelling at me, in no way did I feel any better at all!
We started iCarly, and I decided I would do something that I don't do very often. I was going to apologize to Freddie.
We were going to have a meatball war on iCarly. I came up with the idea. Who doesn't love meatballs?
"And now, what you've all been waiting for…" Carly started.
"Carly and I are going to have our very first…" I continued.
"MEATBALL WAR!" We both finished the sentence together.
"With our slingshots…" I said as I held up mine.
"And a hundred meatballs!" Carly exclaimed while holding up a bowl full of meatballs.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I was dying from the guilt of telling Freddie's secret. I had to do something. And NOW!
"But um… before we start our meatball war, I want to say something" I said as I pressed a button on my remote, turning off the music that was playing.
"On the last iCarly, I told you guys that Freddie never kissed anyone, and that was really personal, and I shouldn't have said it on the show. And for all you guys who have been picking on him, LAY OFF! 'Cause I bet a whole lot of you haven't kissed anyone, either… Including me." I paused, and then continued on "Yeah, that's right, I haven't kissed anyone either. So if you want to pick on someone, pick on me… WHICH IS A BAD IDEA UNLESS YOU LIVE NEAR A HOSPITAL!" I think I needed to add that last sentence. For some reason, it made me feel a lot better. I really hoped that Freddie was listening to all of this.
"Our meatball war will be happening soon, but for now, please enjoy this photo of a man with shrimp up his nose!" Carly nervously said to the camera. She ran over to Freddie's tech-cart and pressed a button on the laptop, causing the TV screen to come out and a picture to appear on the screen.
"Why did we stop the show?" I had a feeling it was about what I had just said, but I wanted to make sure it wasn't for some other reason.
"That was amazing, what you just did" I knew that, but I'm not going to brag, I just said that because I really thought I needed to.
"Eh" I had to respond somehow, and I guess that was better than nothing.
"You lied so people would stop teasing Freddie" No, I lied when I said I kissed Buddy Hinton at a Cuddle Fish concert in a port-a-potty! Why would I kiss someone in a port-a-potty anyway?
"I didn't lie" Okay, when I said that, it came out sounding a little bit more harsh than it should have…
"Wait, you've seriously never kissed anyone?" Yes Carly, that's what I just said! Did you not hear me?
"You shocked?" She sure seemed like it. You know, you can't always expect people to be the way you think they are!
"Well, yeah, but just because you always seemed so… willing." I think she only said that for lack of a better word. Willing? Really, Carly, really?
"I'm gonna go talk to Freddie" I think he probably was watching iCarly, but I need to make sure he knows that I'm… I'm… I'm sorry. Why is that so hard to say, even in my thoughts? I glanced at a bowl of meatballs. "I'm taking these meatballs"
I walked out of the iCarly studio and down the stairs. Spencer was gone, and it was probably just as well. He would have stopped me and asked me why we had stopped iCarly mid-show. I left the Shay's apartment and walked down the hall, towards the fire escape.
When I walked near the window, Freddie seemed deep in thought. I almost didn't want to disturb him, but I knew we needed to talk! I knocked on the window. I hope I didn't scare him. I love him too much to scare him. WAIT, WHAT ON EARTH DID I JUST SAY? DID I, SAM PUCKETT, JUST SAY THAT I LOVE FREDDIE BENSON? No, no, I couldn't have. I hate him… I think. Wait, what? Agh! I am SAM PUCKETT! I do NOT LOVE FREDDIE BENSON!
He gestured for me to come outside. I came out and sat on the edge of the window. We just sat there silently for a second. I decided to break the short silence.
"What's up?" I asked him casually.
"Nothing" he stated as he stood up to turn down the volume on his Pear Pod. The song playing was Running Away by AM.
"Meatball?" I asked as I held out my hand, revealing the meatball that I was holding.
"No… thanks…" he responded. I threw it over the railing, and I'm pretty sure it hit a bird. Then I decided I was going to tell him what I usually never tell anyone, especially him. Okay Sam, here it goes. I'm going to tell him that I'm… I'm… I'm sorry. I really hope I don't trip up when I'm talking! I took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry… about telling people you never kissed anyone." Yes! I actually didn't mess up! I looked at Freddie for a moment, and then I continued on. "And about putting blue cheese dressing in your shampoo bottle, and about sending your cell phone to Cambodia." He laughed when I said that. "For everything, okay?" Wow, I just apologized to Freddie Benson! I actually feel better now! Maybe I should apologize more often!
"So this means you're not gonna mess with me anymore?" NO WAY! WHY WOULD I DO THAT?
"No, I'm still gonna mess with you, I'm just gonna apologize every few years so I can start fresh again!" I wonder how he's going to respond to that!
"Good" GOOD? Did he just say GOOD?
"Good?" I looked at him as though he were crazy. He is crazy, crazy cute, that is. AGH! WHAT DID I JUST SAY? HE IS NOT CUTE! HE'S A TOTAL GEEK!
"Yeah, it'd be too weird if you didn't make my life miserable all the time!" Well, I have made his life miserable since the day we met… "But maybe you could pull back just a little bit…" his voice sounded unsure.
"I don't think so" I answered him almost instantly.
"Yeah, I didn't either." If you didn't think so, why did you even ask?
I tried to remember why I had come out here in the first place. Oh yeah, it was because I wanted to apologize for telling people he never had his first kiss! Why do people get all freaked out over their firs kiss, anyway?
"It's so dumb" I realized that he had no idea what I was talking about just a split second after saying that last word.
"What do you mean?" I figured he'd ask that.
"You know, how people get all freaked out about their first kiss… stupid" I really do think it's stupid!
"So you weren't lying, you've really never kissed anyone?" No, Freddie, this time, I'm not lying.
"Nope" I started thinking more deeply about the whole first kiss thing. "What if you and Freddie kissed?" That little annoying voice – AGAIN! And what's this about me kissing Freddie? I don't know why, but I kind of like that idea… Yeah, that is a good idea! Wait, what? Did I just say that me kissing Freddie is a GOOD idea? But for some reason, I kind of like the idea. Why?
I looked into the distance and continued talking. "Sometimes I just wish I just… could get it out of the way"
"Yeah I know, me too" Hmmm, maybe we should kiss…
"Right, like stop worrying about it." I don't know if the tone that I used was hinting to him that I wanted to kiss him, but I hoped it was.
"Yeah" Freddie was silent for a moment, and then he laughed, surprising me.
"What?" I seriously wanted to know.
"Nah… It's nothing" Freddie, come on! I'm not gonna give up!
"Tell me" I'm going to get him to tell me.
"No… It's dumb." Let me guess, he has the same idea as me, we should kiss!
"Tell me!" Now that I have the idea that he's thinking what I'm thinking, I have to know why he laughed!
"Okay, I was just gonna say…" I decided that I had to make it be the way I wanted, or it wasn't gonna happen!
"That we should kiss?" His eyes widened, and I knew that he had been thinking the same thing as me.
"You're gonna break my arm now, right?" He sounded terrified. I'm not going to break your arm, Freddie; I'm going to kiss you. That's right; I AM going to kiss you! I don't know why, but I am REALLY starting to like that idea. Why? I may never understand.
"No" I shook my head. I think I may be going insane…
"Well, should we, just to get it over with?" If that's what he wants, that's fine by me! AGH! WHAT AM I SAYING?
"Just to get it over with?" Maybe it will end up being more than just to get it over with, maybe we'll actually like it… EW GROSS, WHY AM I THINKING THESE THINGS? WE'RE TALKING ABOUT FREDDIE HERE, NOT SOME GUY I ACTUALLY LIKE! Or do I like Freddie? WHAT THE HECK DID I JUST SAY?
"Just to get it over with." Freddie seemed like he wanted it to be no more than that, and I really didn't want to argue. We do that enough anyway! Well, now it is pretty much set in stone, I am going to kiss Freddie Benson!
"And we swear we go straight back to hating each otheras soon as it's over."
"Totally, and we never tell anyone" I think a secret like this could be kind of hard to keep…
"Never" I stated almost without thinking.
We just sat there and stared at each other for a few seconds. He looked like he was deep in thought, but I didn't have time for that!
"Well, lean" This was it. This was absolutely it. I was going to finally have my first kiss.
He leaned. Our lips connected, and I think I may have felt sparks. IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE FOR ME TO FEEL SPARKS WHILE I AM KISSING FREDDIE BENSON? Then it hit me. Yes, it is possible. Why? I love Freddie. I love him even more than even I could ever know. I always thought I hated him, but could I have been wrong for all these years?
I wonder if Freddie feels sparks right now… AGH, HOW CAN I BE WONDERING THINGS LIKE THAT? That little voice came back inside my head, and it whispered "Sam, you love Freddie. Sam, you love Freddie." It kept whispering the same thing over and over again.
Our lips parted before I even realized how long it had been. Our first kiss had ended. Why am I saying "first kiss"? I should be saying "the kiss" because I'm almost certain it will never happen again! It was the longest ten seconds of my life, and I realized something. It wasn't such a bad thing, after all.
There was an awkward silence. And for some reason, it seemed fitting. Freddie appeared as though he was in some kind of trance. A trance, eh? I felt as though I was in a sort of trance, too. This could only mean one thing – Freddie had felt sparks, too.
"That was…" Freddie said, breaking the silence.
"Nice" I continued, truly for lack of a better word.
"Yeah, nice… um…" He couldn't figure out what to say, further proving that he was in a trance.
"Good, work." That came out sounding really weird. I'm pretty sure there was a dazed look on my face, and I think Freddie noticed it.
"Thanks, you too." He used a pretty flat tone with that statement. I turned to leave, but Freddie called out to me "Hey" I turned back around to face him, wondering what he wanted to say. "I hate you" His voice sounded as though it would better fit the phrase I love you.
"Hate you, too." My voice had pretty much the same tone as his. That's because in my mind, instead of saying hate, I said love.
I wonder if he loves me, too? TOO? THAT WOULD HAVE TO MEAN THAT I L-L-LOVE F-F-FREDDIE! Do I?
As I walked away, I realized something. All that guilt, had it been because of love? No, no, it couldn't have, but now, do I love Freddie? And when the answer came to me, I smiled. Yes, yes I do love Freddie! I finally agreed with that tiny voice inside my head. Why? The answer is simple.
I think I felt sparks.
A/N: And that was chapter two! I hope you enjoyed it! I had fun writing it! Please leave a review. Just to let everyone know, I allow anonymous reviews, so even if you don't have a FanFiction account, you can still leave a review!
A/N: I know during parts of this you were probably thinking: "Wow, this sounds a lot like chapter one" Then you went back and checked, and saw that it was almost the exact same words, but with the word "he" replacing the word she and vice versa. Yeah, well about that, I did that on purpose. I thought it really seemed fitting. But that's my opinion. If you have a different opinion, then that's your opinion, and not mine. It's as simple as that.
A/N: There will be more chapters. I'm thinking one somewhere in between the episodes of iKiss and iThink They Kissed, but that one won't follow any episodes. Then for sure there will be a chapter or two about iThink They Kissed. And maybe one or two chapters about iSaved Your Life. I might put an epilogue, but I will decide that when the time comes. So we are looking at about five chapters minimum and about eight chapters maximum.
