Chapter 3

Freddie's POV

The next morning Carly and Sam came over to help me move my stuff out of the apartment. Carly greeted me with a hug and Sam greeted me with a glare.

"What's wrong with you Puckett?" I asked as she dragged herself into the apartment.

"I'm up it's morning and a Saturday . . . need I say more?" She stretched, then rubbed her eye. "So Fredward, how much we getting paid to be your haul and move chicks anyway?"

"Gee, and I just thought you were doing out of the goodness of your heart." I retorted.

"Letting you stay with us is all the goodness I can provide I need compensation for this!" She snapped but her eyes held a glint of playfulness in them.

"Gosh, Sam leave him alone it's bad enough he's homeless!" Carly stood beside me and started rubbing my back and looking at me with her special brand of pity. Sam rolled her eyes and turned her back to us.

"So where are we starting Benson," she said still looking in opposite direction of where Carly and I were standing. She stacked a couple of boxes that said kitchen together.

"I guess we could load the boxes I have already packed in the car and then come back in and pack some more."

"That sounds like a great idea!" Carly commented, "hey Sam can you go open the car so we can bring some boxes down."

"Why do I have to . . ." She looked at the expression on Carly's face and rolled her eyes, "fine whatevs." Once Sam was gone Carly smiled at me flirtatiously, I remembered when I used to like when she looked at me this way a long, long time ago.

"So you know you'll be sleeping on the couch?" She said out of the blue.

"Yeah that's what we discussed. I'm glad ya'll are letting me bring all of my stuff anyway I didn't know how I was going to pay for storage." I said picking up a couple of boxes to take to the car.

"Hang on Freddie . . . I wanted to let you know if you were to change your mind about us . . . then different sleeping arrangements could be made." I looked at the mannerism Carly had taken on, was she trying to be seductive, that really did not work for her.

"Carly as tempting as that sounds, I'm not trying to have a relationship with anyone right now so the couch is seriously cool." I said hoping I hadn't talked myself out of a place to stay entirely.

"Suit yourself, but I promise you the opportunity won't come your way again." She huffed as she tried to pick up a box and struggled horribly.

"What the hold up? I've been waiting for you two for like ten minutes!" Sam looked at Carly, then frowned, "here let me help." She took the box she was struggling with and balanced it easily with one hand. "Let's move I don't have all day!"

We'd moved through the kitchen areas like volcanoes shoving things in boxes, cleaning up anything that was incredibly messy and just having a generally good time hanging out. Well Sam and I were, Carly would talk every now and then but I could tell she was still bent out of shape by what I had told her. I was serious I would never date Carly again, dating her was like dating my mother, and my mom is a real tool.

"Look, what I found," Sam found her old blue remote from iCarly, she pressed the random dancing button and started to jump up and down for a few seconds, "good times." She smiled.

"Yeah, this thing was pretty cool," Carly shrugged, "sometimes I miss the show."

"It was what brought us all together." I added and Carly nodded.

"Maybe we could do a reunion show we could answer questions and update fans on the on goings of our lives, and perform some of our favorite skits again." Carly beamed.

"I like it . . . it's been a minute since I got to do the count down!" I smirked and I sat one of my boxes by the door.

"What about you Sam are you in?'' Carly placed her hands and a pleading manner.

"Yeah I'm in."

"Yay more iCarly!" Carly squealed.

The day seemed to move on more smoothly were Carly was concerned once we said that we'd revisit iCarly. She bounced around being her over chipper self. Sam on the other hand, seemed to be more in a solemn sort of mood. She had placed herself in the corner of my bedroom labeling boxes. I couldn't help but wonder what had caused her silence.

"Hey," I approached her and grabbed a permanent marker and started to help her.

"I got this Benson . . . you go back over there." She pointed in the living room where Carly was.

"There's nothing else to do in there," I said as I finished writing bedroom on the first box in my stack, "besides it's my stuff you can't dictate what's done with it." She huffed and stood up.

"Whatevs," she stepped out of the area and started to leave the room but then decided against it.

"Freddie?" I almost fell on the floor it was rare that she called me by my actual name.

"Yeah," I stepped closer to her. Something was really wrong her bright blue eyes turned dark and I almost thought she was going to cry.

"I need to tell you something if we are going to be living under the same roof," she sighed as she paced in front of me.

"What is it? I'm listening Puckett you can tell me." I smiled trying to reassure her.

"It's more about the past than anything now . . . I'm just afraid it may resurface." I never heard Sam so serious, I mean Carly had told me that she could be I just never witnessed if myself.

"Whatever it is I'm sure you'll be okay I mean you're tough." She shook her head and frowned.

"Look, I . . ." She toyed with her fingers and then looked up at me, "at the end of umm . . ."

"Spit it out Sam!" I was growing impatient I wasn't mad at her, I just wanted to know so that I could help.

"Hey peoples!" Carly said wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "What are we talking about?"

"Nothing new just how big of an annoying nub Fredweird is," She said lifting two of the boxes she had finished, "that whole stack is done." She said before exiting the apartment. I grabbed one of the boxes and followed behind her.

"Sam . . . SAM!" I yelled.

"I heard you the first time," she dropped the boxes into the trunk of the car, "look if I had anything to say I don't anymore so drop it or I'll drop you."

"Just promise me it's nothing serious and I'll let it go." Her eyes turned sad as they stared at me again and the she smiled darkly.

"Yeah nothing serious."


Sam's POV

After we delivered the last load of boxes to our apartment it was time for lunch, actually it was past time for lunch. "Zany Pizza!" Some of the best pizza on campus and some would argue in the world.

"Yeah Zany Pizza sounds good," Carly said grabbing the phone book.

"I wasn't asking Shay. Hey what are you doing? I want to go out." I huffed.

"But Sam I'm so tired," she whined as she sat on our couch which would now be Freddo's bed. I bet that's exactly where she wanted to be. Carly hadn't let go of the idea of the two of them together. When we were at the gym that night and she talked to him about his situation she completely forgot about Dave, which was fine by Dave he was actually more attracted to Hailey anyway. I just knew that I couldn't live with a reunited Carly and Freddie. There was a reason I stayed away from them when they were together the first time . . . it disgusted me, the thought of the hugging, touching, and kissing literally made me want to upchuck.

"Shay, I need to go out you can stay here just give me the money and I'll go pick it up." I said plopping down beside her. "What kind do you want?"

"Veggie-licious thin crust" she said as she laid out on the couch. Just as she did Freddie reappeared from the bathroom.

"What about you? Zany Pizza for lunch what do you want?" He frowned as if he were trying to figure out world hunger.

"I don't know I haven't been in a while I would need to look at their menu."

"There's one in the kitchen," Carly said mindlessly pointing in the direction of the kitchen, like the boy has never been our apartment before.

"Right let's see . . . I think I want a meaty-awesome with extra cheese and deep dish crust." Damn, that's exactly what I was planning to get the boy must've read my mind.

"Hey that's my pizza I like created it!" I smirked.

"No I created it," Freddie counter, "Mario said that he had never heard of anybody ordering such a thing until I did." He crossed his arms in a take that sort of expression.

"Whatevs, the more we order the more I get to eat so I'm not complaining." I said grabbing the phone from Carls. After I called the order in I decide to head out of the apartment to clear my head.

"The pizza will be done in 25 minutes I'm going to walk down there." I said grabbing my house key from the counter. Benson got up and looked as if he were going to join me.

"Hey, we're you going?" Carly pouted.

"I was going to walk with Sam we did order three pizzas that going to be kind of hard to maneuver." He said thoughtfully. "Oh I just thought you'd want to stay and watch some old reruns of Girly Cow." She said trying to lure Fredward back to her side.

"I have all the seasons on dvd but thanks for the offer." He looked at me, "you ready you got everything?" I nodded.

"Catch ya later Carls."

We entered Zany Pizza the place was packed so much so that I was surprised that they said they could get the pizza done in 25 minutes. I gave the cashier my name and she looked on top of the oven.

"I'm sorry we are a little behind some called out but you're pizzas will be coming out soon and we are giving a discount because we are running behind." I huffed annoyed but then looked at all the other people in the restaurant the poor nerd chick was probably under enough stress without me trying to ring her neck.

"Okay I guess we'll grab a seat then." I tried to have a pleasant expression on my face when I talked to the chick, but I'm not sure if I pulled it off, I was really hungry and everybody knows how I am when I get hungry.


Freddie's POV

"Wow Puckett I'm impressed back in the day you would have jumped behind the counter and stolen another customers pizza and then expected them to give you yours too." She ignored my comment and sat at the table by the window, I joined her and I noticed that her face had taken on that same worried expression that she had earlier. I decided that I was going to snap her out of whatever funk she had fallen under.

"So besides school and work what's been going on with you Puckett?" I said in a very professional interview voice. She glared at me momentarily and then her expression softened.

"You don't have to make conversation . . . if we could just sit here that would be great." She sighed and returned her gaze to the window.

"Geez I'm sorry, I didn't know it was a cardinal sin to be interested in your life." I was offended but I don't think it was her intention to piss me off.

"That's not it . . . God you know I forgot how annoying you are sometimes!" She said messing with the spices on the table.

"And I forgot how evil you are!" I retorted, then she got what she wished for silence.

"Nothing has been going on in my life . . . nothing to report," she said really thinking about it, "I plan to tryout for volleyball but besides that . . ." she shrugged off the rest of the statement.

"That's cool sounds like fun," I said blandly she had put me in a funk and I didn't want to give into the conversation that she was trying to create.

"Yeah Hailey's going to tryout too." Her blue eyes stared into mine she looked like she wanted to tell me something but was conflicted.

"What is it Sam? I know something is bothering you." I hesitantly reached out to touch her hand, the action felt right, comfortable even. However as soon as I got used to her touched she pulled away.

"I wanted to tell you something that I haven't told Carly and I'm not going to tell Carly . . ." She said her eyes grew serious again.

"Oh no, this isn't about Calculus is it?" I joked and she laughed slightly.

"Stop being a nub I'm serious." I sobered from my own laughter and focused back on her.

"Okay, okay, you can tell me."

"It's about how I've been dealing with my anger lately . . . I been talking to someone . . . professionally." She looked down obviously embarrassed by her omission but I thought it was mature of her to realize that she had anger issues.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Since freshman year," she fidgeted it was funny how when she was nervous about something she would wiggle, "it's been good to learn how to release my anger in different ways, don't get me wrong I'm still tough I just don't want to hurt people for no reason." She shrugged. "I want to be likable."

"You are likable Puckett." I remembered that time she got Carly to make her over so that some nub guy would find her attractive but what a female wears isn't the determining factor and what draws a male to a female (it maybe a contributing factor but not a determining one). Sam's feisty personality would actually be a turn on to some men; they'd want to tame her. I read about personality types in relationships for one of my psychology classes.

"Right, I agree with you sorta, but it takes people a while to warm up to me." She frowned again. "But this isn't what I wanted to talk to you about. Dr. Mitchell said something really crazy in one of our last sessions that has my head going crazy."

"Well?" I wanted to hold her hands again she seemed really nervous.

"PIZZA'S FOR PUCKETT!" The cashier called out and Sam went to retrieve our stuff. She brought them back over to the table and took one slice out and shoved half of it down here throat.

"Oh God it's so good!" She moaned, as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste of the pizza. For a brief moment I wished I was a slice of pizza. I think a couple of other guy at the neighboring table were thinking that too because the stare they gave her was pure sin, I couldn't believe that the pizza had mad here react so loudly.

"Stop overreacting Puckett!" She wasn't paying me any attention she was in a meat induced paradise that I didn't have the heart to pull her from. After she finished two slices we decided to head back to her, I mean our apartment. She walked ahead of me, she didn't make any mention to the conversation we were having early so I didn't bring up. I was actually surprised that she had confided in me. I thought that Carly was her best friend why didn't she know that Sam was going through therapy.

"Hey Puckett! First you leave me with the two large pizzas and then you leave me eating your dust, you could at least walk beside me." I huffed and she slowed down a little.

"Or you could walk a little faster," she smiled at me. Sam was most definitely likable, I mean the girl was gorgeous I couldn't see how she could compare herself to anyone when she looked the way she did. I wasn't saying that I liked her or anything just that I could appreciate a pretty face when I saw one.

"You have cheese on you." I said looking at the dangling piece of cheese on her chin.

"Where?" She balanced Carly's pizza in one hand and then wiped her face with the other. She missed it entirely the sight was actually quite amusing. "Will you stop laughing and help!" She hissed.

"Alright, alright, here hold these," I handed the pizza's I had in my hand, while she juggled all three pizzas I wiped her chin, I didn't realize how soft Sam was, I mean to know her you would think that she was rough all over but her skin was so soft it made her seem fragile. I also didn't realize how pink and delicious her lips looked, so full and pretty. I just wanted to . . . I looked at her and she seemed to hella confused by my behavior. "Got it." I said removing my hand from her face.

"Thanks," she said awkwardly her voice had taken on a tone I never heard before; it was a softer more vulnerable tone, she shook her head slightly, "but it took you long enough."


Sam's POV

I can't believe I've been acting so stupid, why did I tell Freddie about Dr. Mitchell. It's because Dr. Mitchell keeps bringing Freddie up, we never used to talk about him before but since he has been helping me with my homework I told her about it and made the mistake of saying that I missed the nub one time and she's been stuck on him ever since. This woman had the nerve to tell me I have unresolved feelings about Fredward, and I told her she was crazy as hell.

"Seriously Sam you two kissed and never talked about it again. I would say that is unfinished business." She countered.

"We were kids experimenting and Cheez there was nothing to finish." I sighed and wanted to talk about the little idiot that cut me off this morning and how I wanted to get out of my car and pound his face in.

"Can I ask you if you liked it?" She countered.

"It was a kiss," I shrugged.

"That's not really an answer to the question," she wrote something down on her pad I told her I couldn't stand when she did that and she continued to use one anyway she said that if I asked she would tell me what she wrote.

"I can't remember." I lied I remember how Freddie's lips felt on mine, mainly because he was the only person I'd ever kissed in my life to this day. I wouldn't dare tell this woman that because she would add fuel to her fire and make avoiding this topic impossible.

"Okay well close your eyes," she instructed and I did what she asked, "put yourself back on the fire escape Freddie is there you two lean in and your lips touch . . . and as you pull away what do you think to yourself." I groaned softly not wanting to answer her question, "What are you thinking Sam?"

"What the hell does this have to do with my anger issues? That's what I'm thinking!" I headed for the door not wanting to deal with this anymore.

"Miss Puckett have a seat!" Dr. Mitchell yelled and I sat down, the woman could be kind of scary at times, and I very rarely admitted when someone freaked me out but this woman freaked me out. "I will tell you what this young man may have to do with your anger . . . if you are harboring feelings were he is concerned you maybe acting out because you can't express yourself any other way. By being honest with yourself about your feelings then you can decide the validity of my theory. But you have to ask yourself why you hit him so much when you were younger? Why did you commit so much attention to making him miserable? Why did you seek his attention so much?"

"I never sought his attention?" I countered thinking that I had caught her in a lie.

"All the nicknames and harassment are cries for attention, even if it's negative it's what you craved and I bet part of you still does." She smiled at me, "your homework for tonight is to think about it . . . think about Freddie and what he really means to you."

That's how my therapist ruined my friendship with the nub the whole day while we were moving him into our apartment I was dealing with this crazy ass emotions that she had forced me to think about and then at when we were walking home from the pizza place and he touched my face I wanted to punch him so badly, like really, really badly, but I was surprised that another urge that had crept up inside me the desire to kiss him.

When we got home I took my pizza into my room and left Carly and Freddo to do their thing. I knew Carly wasn't over him so I couldn't be going through this not now. I lay in bed tossing and turning trying to escape the thoughts that were creeping into my mind as I drifted to sleep, when I heard knock at my door.

"It's open," I was laying with on my stomach with my head buried in my pillow I never turned to see who came in, "what up Carls?"

"I'm not Carls," he said sitting on my side of the bed, "I wanted to check on you before I went to sleep I hate when you seclude yourself from us." He placed his hand on my lower back and began to rub it in a circular motion. I immediately got up and sat upright refusing his touch.

"What business is it of yours Benson? Why do you care?"

"Because I care about you Sam . . . I've always cared." He both his hands on either side of my face and touched his lips to mine a low moan came from him as he deepened the kiss allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. My heart began to race I knew I shouldn't want him to do what he was doing but I loved it so much I couldn't imagine asking him to stop. I buried my hands in his hair as our kiss grew more aggressive. His hands quickly traveled from my face to my waist as he lowered me onto my back.

"Sam," he breathed as he broke our kiss and look in my eyes.

"Freddie . . ." I murmured.

"Freddie? What about Freddie?" I felt a shaking sensation by my leg. Carly was staring back at me in my room and Freddie was no where in sight.

"I was . . . dreaming." I said confused.

"Apparently," she huffed as she exited my room.


Author's Note

Hey so this chapter surprised me I hope you like it, it was fun for me to write. As always please read and review because it makes me smile.