(A/N: Hello. Heh, I just wanted to say thanks for the reviews. I already have a 1/5 of reviews of my other fanfic [called iSecrets] and that one has eight chapters. Let's rejoice, Seddiers, cuz I'm 99% sure Sam and Freddie will betogether at the end of iCarly. If you have any ideas for an one-shot, PLEASE tell me, cuz I would love to write it out. I'm gonna run out of ideas soon.)
Disclaimer: If I owned iCarly, SamXFreddie woulda happened in Season 3 and WOULD STAY THAT WAY.
2.) Playar (Freddie's POV)
"No way!" Sam says, her voice rising with every wordd. "And then what did he say?"
"Then he said that I was the best he'd ever had." Carly says, blinking her long, marscara-whipped eyelashes.
"Can't we talk about something else?" Freddie asks. They're all sitting on the couch in Carly's apartment. Freddie's arm is wrapped around Sam's shoulder, and he nudges her to get her attention. "C'mon, seriously. This is kinda-"
"Do you think Jordan's the one?" Sam asks eagerly, completely ignoring Freddie.
"I think so, Sam, I mean, he's so cute, and he has those abs..." Carly looked off dreamingly.
"Which you got to see," Sam snickers, poking Carly on her stomach.
"Ughhh." Freddie groans. Sam and Carly's girltalks were some of the biggest turnoffs he's ever seen, even though it makes Sam ten times more girly than usual. And it's almost always the same thing over and over again; Carly falling in love with some "attractive, sensitive" guy, then two weeks later she sleeps with him (that's when the girltalk gets unbearable) and then they break up and Carly is heartbroken for a week, then a few days later, she finds another guy, and repeat.
Every guy she has gotten with is exactly the same. Jake, Adam, Griffin, Kyle, Steven...and it always ends exactly the same. Freddie wouldn't call Carly a slut; she only dates good guys (except Griffin) and she always truly believes that someday, she will marry this person.
When Freddie had liked Carly, he had always assumed that Carly would change her ways for him, and that everything would be perfect, and the only challenge was simply getting with Carly. They only dated for three days; nothing happened in those three days except kissing. Not even any making out. Sam was the only girl Freddie has done anything controversial with, and he being the perfectionist he was, he planned to keep it that way.
"OMG!" Carly suddenly shrieks. Freddie snaps out of his thoughts and looks at her. "Jordan just texted me and says he wants to meet up! He says he's outside Bushwell Plaza! Oh, I'll be right back!" She runs out of the apartment.
"Annnd there she goes," Freddie snorts, leaning back.
"How long do ya give em'?" Sam asks.
"Four weeks, tops." Freddie replies gruffly. "Maybe sooner."
"She sounds like she really likes him." Sam argues.
"She says that about any guy," Freddie says softly. "And they break up in like, less than two hours."
Sam says nothing, just toys with one strand of her hair.
"How come we're the only people in this place that can hold down a steady relationship?" Freddie asks absentmindedly. Spencer and Carly were exactly the same. They never, ever have had steady relationships.
Now that Freddie thinks about it, Sam is the only steady girlfriend he's ever had. He only dated Carly for two days, and he never offically got with anyone else (not unless Valerie, who used him, counts).
"I don't know," Sam murmurs, pulling Freddie closer to her.
"When you think about it," Freddie says rustily. "Carly's kind of a playar. Every one accuses guys of being playars, but how is Carly any different? She dates guys for a few weeks, then breaks up with them, then dates someone else. I still sometimes hear talk of Adam and Steven's hearts being broken. But it doesn't stop other guys from wanting her."
Sam just shrugs; it must be uncomfortable to talk about her friend that way. "I don't see how it matters," Sam says indifferently. "She really likes the guys she dates; she doesn't try to hurt them."
Sam was looking away now, and Freddie was confused. Why was this bothering her? He examined the upset look on her face. Was she jealous? He didn't like Carly anymore; not even a little. That was Freshman and Sophmore year. He'd fallen for Sam in Junior year, dated her in Senior year, and now they're still currently together. He knew Carly was just a heartbreaker disguised in dresses and make-up.
"You aren't jea-" Freddie begins to say.
Sam whirls on him. "No, I am not. Not even a little."
"Sam," He says sternly. "It's okay to be. I get jealous if a guy so much as glances at you."
Sam shrugs. "Why does Carly even matter to you anyway, then?"
"She doesn't," Freddie says. "She just pisses me off, sometimes."
"But if you don't like her anymore," Sam says, sounding confused. "I don't know why you-"
Freddie doesn't know why he does it, but kissing her while she's talking is good for two reasons.
1.) To simply kiss her, because even that is amazing enough.
2.) To start a make-out, which can sometimes lead to getting laid.
3.) To feel the sheer rush of kissing her randomly, unexpectedly.
4.) To shut her up.
Most of the time, it was a combination of the four. At this time, though, Freddie can't help but find himself leaning towards four. But two is always great, don't get him wrong.
Sam kisses him back right before pulling away and saying, "But I'm serious! Freddie, do you still like her?"
"Noooo." Freddie says, exasperated. Didn't she believe him? "I mean, do you like any of your exs?"
"No!" Sam says immediately. "Of course not. You know I love you, Fr-" she realizes what she said, and cuts herself off.
Freddie just smirks at her; her saying "I love you" in the same sentence together at one time was very, very rare. And he savors every time she says it, even though he's positive that she feels that way all the time. Just as postive as he was about him loving her.
"C'mere," Freddie says, pulling Sam almost on top of his lap. She leans forward and kisses him, almost bittersweetly. Freddie responds immediately, kissing her back almost roughly. They shift position until Sam is straddled on Freddie's lap, her hands tangled in his dark hair.
Freddie feels this scaling into a make-out, their tongues tangled together. Like everything they have done together in their lives, it's rough and competive and only leading to one thing. Freddie has his hands on Sam's waist, so desperately wanting to either lower them or to slide them up her shirt. Either works, in his opinion. And it's not like Sa thm didn't like it or anything, but they were in Carly's apartment.
They heard the door opening, and they pulled away quick, much to both of their dismay. It was Carly, and her pants were still unbuttoned and she had sex hair. She rolls her eyes at them.
"Yeah, I saw that." Carly snickers. "Please don't seduce each other in my house, thank you."
"As if you can talk," Sam says sarcastically. "Quickie, I assume?"
"In his car," Carly says. That was around the time Freddie checked himself out of the convo, knowing her and Sam would talk about every disgusting detail. Does Sam tell every detail of his and her's sex life to Carly? The idea repulsed him. Carly doesn't need to know any of that.
After her and Sam are done talking, Sam tugs at his hand. "Wanna get going?"
"Yeah, let's head out." Freddie stood up and offered Sam his hand. Sam just looks at him in confusion, but eventually takes his hand.
They go through the elevator, still holding hands. Freddie looks over at Sam and says, "Seriously. I don't like Carly."
"Okay..." Sam looks away.
Freddie can see that it isn't enough, so he pulls her closer, kissing her forehead, right where the blonde curls falls over. "I love you," he murmurs.
"Yeah, yeah." Sam says, shying away from the mushyness. "You know, love you too, n'stuff..."
"Don't play hard to get," Freddie says, wrapping his hands around her waist.
"I'll do what I want," Sam says in her husky voice, although she's blushing at his touch.
"Good to see that the old you is back," Freddie grins.
"You're doing that smirk again," Sam says.
"Huh?"
"That I-Want-To-Get-Laid-Smirk. You know what I'm talking about."
"I don't know what you mean," Freddie says, blinking innocently.
"Oh, shut up." Sam snickers, poking Freddie in his stomach. "Now come on, if you're gonna give me that look." She pulls him to his car.
As he walked with her, he couldn't help but think about if things were different. If he and Carly never broke up. That isn't what he wanted; he loved Sam entirely and never, ever wanted to give her up. If Carly walked up to him and asked him out right now, he would rather have Sam. But if they had still been dating in their Sophmore year, all the way until now, where would he and Sam be? Would he be longing for Sam, secretly? Would Sam be wanting him, despite her best friend dating him?
Either way, he didn't have to worry about it, because Sam was his and he was Sam's and now they're getting in his backseat. Where all the fun really happens.
