iFeel Fear- Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Err, nope, sorry, still not owning iCarly .

A/N: Hey. Thanks to those who reviewed. I am really sorry about the lack of punctuation, basically I did it on my laptop and had to upload it from note and it was really demented so yeah. It will be better now, especially since I'm not ill while writing it. Lets all be happy about my recovery .

The rest of the morning was a bit of a blur for Freddie. He went to the rest of his activities, ate, and talked to Gibby. It wasn't exactly ground-breaking stuff. The fresh air helped him cool off, and he most defiantly, defiantly did not think about Sam. Not even once. In fact, he enjoyed the time without her. Guy time.

Yeah. Guy time, and he certainly lacked that most of the time.

The same goes for Sam; she didn't care. Well, not at first. At first, Sam had watched Freddie leave with a face crimson with unexplainable anger, and eyes filled with bloodlust targeting Freddie.

But after he left she had nothing better to do than kick a tree- hard. Until her foot hurt and her stomach was rumbling. She reached into her pockets and found a fatcake, round and squishy, yet moist from the heat. She hungrily shoved it down her throat, and while her stomach was satisfied her eyelids felt suddenly heavy.

All too soon, a log on the forest floor looked extremely comfortable. Sam lay down, and almost immediately was thrust into a deep sleep. Oh well, its not like Freddie would miss her.

"Ugh, fatcakes for dessert. So gross. Mind you, if Sa..." Freddie stopped himself and there was a moment of silence on his and Jack's table.

"Hey, what exactly is your relationship with that Puckett girl?" asked Dave, with his mouth full. Freddie almost choked on his pasta.

"What? Who said anything about Sam?"

"No one, I was just asking," Dave laughed, "Well?"

Freddie took a moment to think about it, and hesitated, "She's..." he paused, "She's..." he said in an angrier tone, "She's... She's always picking on me. And she has no respect for me whatsoever."

"So, what's your relationship with her?"

"What's your relationship with Wendy?" Freddie smirked, while Dave blushed and continued his pasta. But he couldn't help thinking, what was his relationship with Sam? Because, truth be told, he really didn't know.

Wendy and Dave had abseiling next. They both had been looking foreword to it, and even though Dave didn't like heights, he liked Wendy, and if Wendy was participating he wasn't sitting out. In the queue the two managed to get to talking.

"I didn't see Sam at lunch. Was she with you and Freddie?"

"No," said Dave, "But we were talking about her. I asked him about his relationship with her but he didn't answer. It's weird."

"I know!" said Wendy, "Like, it's like they're friends who hate each other but... Can I tell you something?"

"Anything."

"Okay, don't tell Freddie I told you, because he totally got mad last time, but do you remember that sea-school competition?"

"Yeah, Missy Something won it."

Wendy giggled, "See, like, that's the thing. She didn't! Well, not really. Freddie won it. But he actually gave that trip to Missy."

"So he liked Missy? He never seemed to..."

"Ah, well see I thought that too! So I confronted Carly about it. And she told me that Missy was, like, mean, and she got Sam sick, and broke her phone and tried to stop Carly being friends with her. And Sam told Freddie this was all going on, and when he realised he, like, gave away the trip just to get Missy away from Sam. How romantic! I wish a boy would do something like that for me..."

"I'd..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah, so, no matter Freddie says he really does care about Sam. Like, a lot. Trust me. Just you wait and see."

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