Hey All *Blushes* I am SOO Sorry D=!!! This was like my most popular story and I got REALLY distracted... but worry no more~! Here is chapter 2!!
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.
"Guys? Guys?!" Carly knocked on the door lightly.
"...you...pay...die...never...RUN!" In a hurry to make sure Freddie wouldn't die Carly swung open the door.
Carly walked in on Sam, straddling a red-faced Freddie on the ground, screaming 'Uncle' in dire pain, and the nurse screaming for a doctor.
"SAM! GET OFF OF FREDDIE!" The petit brunette rushed to pull off a screaming Sam who was throwing punches left, right, and centre.
"He put his LIPS on MINE! He will pay!"
Sam stood up, her hair disheveled while she smoothed out her shirt. The nurse glared in her direction as a doctor finally came in. She ushered him out of the room scowling and cussing.
Carly stared dissapointedly at her friend while Freddie lay limp on the floor.
"Oh, get up Freddifer."
Freddie got to his knees and brushed his dirt covered hands on his pants.
"I've had enough of you Puckett." He glared at her, his eyes never leaving hers.
He continued to smooth out his shirt as he walked out of the door. "That's the last time I ever help you.
"Freddie, oh, come on... come back!" Carly pleaded.
Freddie continued to make his way out of the door, not even glancing back towards the girls.
"See, Sam? Look what you did! He saved you, and that's how you thank him? Besides," Carly continued as she made her way to the door to try and find Freddie to calm him down. "It's not like you haven't kissed before."
She gave the feisty blonde a slight glare before running down the hallways to catch up to Freddie.
"It... it's not like I wanted to hurt him. Well I did, but I didn't? I just wanted him to not ever do that... Oh, how I hate my mental rambling abilities. Freddie just needs to man up. Though... he did kind of save me. But it's not like some one else wouldn't have saved me... I mean, the school does have a nurse. Isn't that her job or something?"
All Sam could think about for the rest of the day was who could have saved her. She knew he didn't have to save her, so why did he?
Really, all she knew was that maybe she should apologize.
Was this really his fault?
If it wasn't for her stupid locker and her stupid mother's ex, she wouldn't have ended up in the hospital, angry with Freddie while she lay looking out an open window with her hand burnt to a crisp.
Suddenly, her hand hurt like Hell.
"Freddie, wait up!"
"What, Carly? What do you want me to say? I tried to save her and that didn't work."
"You can't give up. She'll come around, I know she will! But you have to understand, she's built up so many walls... it's going to be hard to tear even one down."
"Sam... I don't even know anymore. I don't know why I'm trying, why I even thought that going out with her would be something I wanted."
"Before I left to come and talk to you, I made sure to make her think about what she did. I know she'll come around, I know it."
"Yeah, okay. The day that Sam comes around will be the day that my mother will let me wear open toed shoes again by her own free will." Freddie scoffed and continued to head down the dimly lit pathway.
Carly glanced around, watching the leaves bristle in the sudden gust of warm wind.
"Freddie, just don't give up, okay? Not yet."
"Whatever. I'll stay in the game, but she has one more chance, or I'm moving on to Rebecca Burkowitz."
Carly smiled and linked arms with Freddie. Platonically of course.
"Hey, Freddie?"
"Mhmm?"
"When did things become so weird between you and Sam anyway?"
"The day we had an actual conversation... before she broke my pinky..."
Carly laughed lightly as they headed for Bushwell Plaza.
"Sam?"
"What?" I said slightly annoyed, my face obviously angry for some reason.
"You know, it's not what it-"
"Save it."
"What?"
"I don't want to know."
"Dammit, Sam! You have to stop shutting me out like that!"
"Like what Freddie!?"
"Like not telling me anything, at all!"
"Why would I tell you anything in the first place? Tell me one reason why I should tell you anything ever?"
Freddie's face suddenly grew closer to mine. I averted my gaze to the ground quickley enough to notice he was wearing opened toed shoes. Since when had his mother let him do that?
Oh well.
I looked back up to see Freddie's eyes fluttering shut. Then his lips were pressed to mine. I could feel the tingles. I hated them. Okay, so not hate, but mildy disliked at the moment.
Suddenly my eyes fluttered shut.
He pulled away all too soon, but I would never let him know that.
"Because, I-"
"Sam!? Hun, are you awake?"
"Mom? What in Frothy's uncle are you doing here?"
"I wanted to know if you have a smoke on you..."
"Uh, not likely. Ma, I may be a rebel, but I don't smoke... I have asthma remember? Like Carly? About yay high? Brunette?"
"Oh, right, the Priss."
"She isn't a priss, Ma."
"Mhmm. Well, I'm off to California for the week. Tell Cindy I say hi and all. Oh and say hi to Spinder for me too."
She sighed as her mother left the room. Well, at least she remembered that she had a brother this time.
Suddenly she was brought back to the dream she had. Freddie had... kissed her... and... and she liked it.
Boy, was this ever turning her world upside down. Again.