Again, I don't own iCarly or the characters. Sad.
Immediately after she said it, she wished she hadn't.
Carly's mouth was open, her eyes staring at her best friend in disbelief.
Sam wasn't liking the unnaturally long silence.
"Carly, say something. Anything." Any words would do.
Carly's mouth formed the word, "WHAT?!"
"Do I need to say it again?! It already freaked me out enough just saying once!!" Sam paced the floor between the counter and the kitchen table.
"I- I just- I can't believe this," Carly said slowly.
"You don't believe me?" Sam stopped in her tracks. She couldn't believe this. "I don't lie, Carly, especially not to you!"
"This just seems a little far-fetched to me," Carly said. "You came downstairs and you were your old self. Calling him 'Fredward', snatching his camera to see that picture of the meatball."
"When he took back his camera, I saw him for the first time in six months. Do you know what I felt when I looked at him?" Sam was very close to yelling.
Carly's eyes widened. "What?"
"He was tan and it made some of his best features stand out. He had the best smile I think I've ever seen," Sam said, her voice slowing down with every word. She wasn't close to yelling anymore. It was like Freddie was right in front of her, and she was describing him like a songwriter writing the softest ballad. "When he looked at me, I know it didn't mean anything, but I felt like I was swimming in his eyes."
She almost smiled, then realized what she said, and snapped back to reality.
"And I can't believe I just told you all that!" Sam was close to yelling again.
"Wow," Carly said. This was so unlike Sam to describe a guy like that, let alone Freddie.
Sam sat down at the counter. "What do I do, Carly?"
"Huh?"
"What do I do?! I can't fall for Freddie, this is too insane!!"
"So, I guess telling Freddie you like him is out of the question, then?" Carly asked.
"Ugh. I need pork chops." Sam got up from the counter and went to Carly's fridge.
"Personally, I think he'd be thrilled to find out that you won't tease him anymore," Carly said, cleaning up the iced tea.
"I'm not telling him! We're supposed to hate each other! Think how freaked out he'll be when he finds out I might like him!!"
"Might? Sam, remember when you told me about when you first saw him? You do like him!"
"Stop! I can't think about it! I might lose my head and eat something healthy by mistake!!" Sam looked through the fridge. "Grrrrr, no pork chops. I'll have the chili instead." Sam took out the tupperware full of chili.
"Well, if you want my advice, I think you should start by being nicer to him."
"Okay," Sam said, taking a spoon from the cutlery drawer. "And since I've gone for six months without insulting him, I've gotten kind of used to it."
"Good, so we'll start from there. Baby steps," Carly said, taking the pitcher and putting in the fridge.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Come in!" Carly said, shutting the fridge.
Freddie walked in with his laptop and camcorder. "Hey, I brought all my stuff back. I have some awesome footage of a soccer game in England."
"Sweet," Carly said. Freddie took his stuff up the stairs to the studio.
Carly was about to leave when she saw that Sam wasn't following her. She was wearing the same expression she had when Freddie left to go unpack.
"Sam?" Carly walked over to her and shook her shoulders a little.
Sam snapped back to reality. She realized the expression she had on her face, and slapped herself in the face. "Snap out of it, Sam," she said to herself.
She and Carly went upstairs.
R&R? Please.
