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Enjoy Chapter 2!
Sam's POV
That Benson, I'll tell ya, he's a piece of work. Just 'cause I let Carls have some of her food, doesn't mean I should give some to him. Wait, does it? I shook my head vigorously.
"Sam… Please let him have some…" Carly pleaded.
"Fine… But if he cracks one of his techy jokes or something… I know you guys will know what'll happen…" I blinked. Crap! Why'd I even agree?
"'Bout time," he commented.
I growled, but honestly, I couldn't care less. I mean those deep, brown eyes and hot body… Okay, what the chizz am I thinking? I can't like Fredward. I hate his guts and he hates mine. But still… I pondered, He likes Carly anyway. There's no way that the nub would like me. Sighing, I continue to pig out on the food in front of me.
Freducation smiled in triumph. After a while of thinking, I presume, he gave me a confused look. What? Just 'cause I'm a bully doesn't mean I can't be nice sometimes…
Carly's POV
My, what's this? Sam actually sharing something? Something seems suspicious. A smirk wiped across my face, I whispered in Sam's ear.
"Once you're finished, met me in the studio." I had a plan.
"Alright," she replied between chews, "I'll be there in a minute."
"I'm going to have a look at some of the videos that were sent in after yesterday's iCarly. If you need me, just come," I smiled, taking off for the stairs.
Freddie's POV
I turned my head, waiting until Carly was out of earshot. Once she was, I snapped my head to the blonde devil.
"Okay, what's the deal?" I snarled.
"What do you mean?" she asked blandly.
I blinked dumbly. 'What do you mean,' she says. She knows exactly what I mean. "You're acting so much nicer! First, you haven't actually bullied me in a week. I don't count you disagreeing with me or arguing. And now you share your food –" I hold my hands in the air for emphasis.
"Well, first, I haven't been around you for a while. And now, I'm only sharing 'cause Carly's puppy-dog eyes are irresistible no matter how much I convince myself they're not." she rudely interrupted.
She has a point… But still… She doesn't like me, I know it. I won't matter how much I will try to convince myself, she won't ever like me…
Sam's POV
I really don't need Fredward standing around at the moment. He's just so… RRGH! Man, why do I have to like him? It's completely stupid! He obviously doesn't like me back! He loves Carly. Benson and his stupid, tender, caring… ARGH!
I stood up and turned to the couch. He raised an eyebrow in question. There's a drop in the pit of my stomach every time I thought about him. It's like I knew he won't ever possibly like me, but I still admire the nub. As much as I positively hate it, I love him. There's nothing really that can stop it.
I plopped my rear onto the couch and grabbed a half-drunk can of Peppy Cola. Carly must've left it here… As I held the can to my mouth, a hand slapped it away. I stared at the now-spilt Cola, then to Frednub.
"And why the hell would you waste some perfectly good Peppy Cola?" I barked.
"It was mine… I didn't want you to drink it," replied Fredward in a somewhat calm tone.
"Y-you, WHAT?" Fuming, I glared daggers at the dork and knew what I was gonna do.
And he was gonna love it!
Ooh! Cliffhanger!
Sorry, but I felt like if I wrote the actual thing Sam was gonna do, it would ruin this chapter.
...That's a lie. It's only a cliffhanger 'cause I DON'T have a clue as what Sam's plan is.
Please help me! I would like anything that doesn't include kissing or anything worse. Other than that, feel free to chuck anything you want at me.
Not literally though. It hurts to have things chucked at you.
Review please.