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Seriously, a little OOC for Sam and Freddie but I still LOVE this chapter so some freaking reason.

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Chapter 2-Sound of Music

Sam knew that going to Freddie's apartment then would be the right and smart thing to do. But for Sam, she wasn't like other girls. She was considered either extremely wise, waiting to apologize to Freddie. Or she was extremely low.

She grumbled to herself as sunlight poured into her bedroom. It had been 3 days since the incident with Freddie and Carly, and Sam remained in her room the entire time, whether sleeping or eating. Cigarettes were out of reach for her and part of her didn't even want to touch them. Guilt poured into her after what Carly said.

She groaned as her words flooded into her mind. There was something to that Shay that caused Sam to act on her words. If this had occurred a few years earlier, Sam would've burped and make her presence appear to be nothing but ordinary. Still, despite how reluctant their friendship blossomed (considering how much of a daffodil Carly was), Sam could now only follow Carly's advice, even if it could take a few days for Sam to process it all.

Now though, Sam had done the complete opposite of what Carly expected of her. When it came to the dork, Sam always second guessed herself and stuck to it. Up until most recently, he was getting on her nerves. Had it been from their kiss which sparked a somewhat decent friendship, she couldn't say. Still, she could only keep herself from exposing her gentle side through cold words and greetings with kicks in his shin.

She smiled in spite of herself. Sam had always managed to get a smile when abusing the dork. For laughs of course on his usual dorkiness and yet even for the sake of interaction with him. Sam would never admit it but spending time with him, either through arguing or laughing at dumb videos on Splashface or doing iCarly bits on their free time, was rather enjoyable. Since spending so much time with Carly, it was nice to be brought to such an easy space with a guy, even of it was Freddie.

"Hey."

Sam's head shot up adurptly at the unfamiliar voice by her doorway. Standing there appeared to be old ginger, shirtless with suspenders, and a plastic crown. Sam couldn't even make a comment. She could only shrink under his perverted type gaze.

Oh, how much she wanted to beat him senseless.

"Can I eat the bagel you got there?" he gestured to her half eaten breakfast on the floor. Sam frowned as she bent over a moment later and tossed the bagel and carton of orange juice to him.

"Thanks. And can I have those cigarettes? You know, for Pam," he asked. The way he said could've been taken as a rather sad statement but the steady grin only gave her bad ideas. She reached over tossed them to him and buried herself in her covers.

...

"You have a niiiice room, Sammy."

Time was so slow.

Sam whipped her head out and threw a pillow at him. It landed with a thud (due to her smuggling Fat Cakes and rocks in it) and she noticed that he was gone. She groaned in relief and kicked her covers out across her bed.

What time was it? Seven? Eight o`clock?

Sam peered over and her alarmed appeared to read 3 pm. Where had the day gone? She shrugged to herself and grabbed a Fat Cake stuffed in her current blanket. How she had managed to obtain so many of the tasty sweets, she wouldn't say.

Even when taking a big bite out of the Fat Cake, Sam couldn't help but pause as Carly's words clouded her mind. Why should it bug her? The fact that she hasn't enjoyed anything for the past few days was part of it but was it her own guilt? The whole situation with Freddie?

I could apologize...

Sam was at his front door in flash before even realizing her she was just about to knock on it and apologize. She groaned mentally to herself but managed to sneak a rib to settle herself.

She was nervous. It wasn't like her to get like that after fights, not since their first kiss. Sam shook off the thought and gave a shaky sigh. She knew she was making it much more complicated than it needed to be but something was changing about her and Freddie. She didn't mean to act so cruelly to him but something had sparked most recently that forced her to take out her anger on him. If the angered hadn't been implied so heavily on him, she would continue on in their 'friendship'.

A quick apologize and that would end it. No biggie.

Sam sighed and gave a knock.

Nothing.

Sam, impatience tugging at her, allowed a raspy groan emerge form her mouth and she burst through the door. Surprisingly, the door wasn't locked, so she assumed someone was inside.

Smells of lemon scented countertops filled her nostrils and she gave unpleasant gave. How the dork managed to live amongst the insanity that is his mother, she could never understand. The living room was spotless, bottles of hand sanitizer at every counter and a selection of remotes at the coffee table, set in a row by size.

Pathetic, she rolled her eyes.

That's when a sound of a guitar cord being strung rang in her ear.

Thousands of questions crossed her mind. The sound was crisp and obviously not a recording. It was pure, simple, and on key. The hand positioning flashed though mind along with the face of an old family figure.

It frightened her for a moment, if the guitar was strung by him. Yet to his dismay, she shook the thought off. Still, curiosity enticed her to the sound and her feet led her a bit unsurely.

A few cords were strung on her small walk to the hallway near the living room. Excitement was bursting in her and subtle thought crossed her mind of the obvious reason. A hand was on the doorframe of the bedroom, the door partially open. She peered in and saw him.

He was at his bed, his black guitar with white guards bringing out his black and white plaid shirt. Sam was lost for words. Her most obvious reaction was to jeer but how could she. This was her soft spot, even if it was with the dork. Not even a compliant could be said but she certainly wasn't angry at him. She was surprised.

Sam let her blonde curls cover most of her face to keep herself hidden. She watched as he adjusted the cords, absentmindedly humming to himself. He paused quickly and Sam froze, hoping that he didn't spot her.

The cord strung and he began, a soft song pronouncing beautifully in his room. Sam was floored. The song was recognizable, a song she was heard her father play multiple times when she would spy on him. She could never perfect it yet somehow Benson could. Her childhood was being reborn as she closed her eyes. The firm hold on the doorway slipping. Her father's smiling blue eyes mad her heart flutter. If only he was with her and yet he was, right in the dork's bedroom.

That's when the song struck dead, too abruptly. Sam frowned and realized that she had been humming, notably too loud. She peered up and met the eyes of Freddie who was flushing. She was hoping he was just as shocked as she was but it was quite the opposite. He was angry.

That's when she ran.