Chapter 2

FREDDIE'S POV

I was watching through the peephole of my aparment door. I was waiting for Carly to come home. Carly dropped her water bottle but without a second thought I came out.

"Hey Carly," I smiled. "Here you dropped this!!"

"Thanks Freddie," Carly rolled her eyes.

Sam rolled her eyes as well.

"Carly will never love you," she told me.

"How do you know Puckett?" I yelled.

"Cuz you're a dork," she smirked.

"Am not," I said.

"Ooooh great comeback," she smiled.

"You know what Sam?" I screamed.

"What dork?" she laughed.

"You're so aggrevise and so abrasive," I yelled, soon regretting it. "It makes me sick! How could you learn to be like that?"

And with that Sam picked the lock on Carly's door and went inside. Then Carly followed her in after like three or four minutes. I went back to my apartment instead using an old fashoined key instead of my finger or paperclip. I thought about what I had said. How that could've cut her. How she could've been crying. Yes, I was sorry for Sam. Not because I was just mean to her, well kind of. It was what was behind what I said. What did I do? I remember the first time we met.

"I'm Samantha," a small 5 year blonde girl told me.

"I'm Fredward," I told her.

"But you can call me Sam," she smiled. "It has an edge."

"And you can call me Freddie," I told her. "It has an edge."

"Wanna play at my house Freddie?" Sam asked.

"Sure we can play video games," I exclaimed.

"Cool!" she shouted hugging me. "Let's go."

That was one of the happiest days of my life, but the worst was...

"Bye Freddie see you at school," Sam said hugging me goodybye.

"See you at school," I smiled.

I was about to leave but I forgot my bag. I peeked in to see if they were busy. They were busy. With child abuse.

"Ow Mom please stop it!" Sam cried.

"Samantha Puckett after I get rest expect way more from me," Sam's mom threatened.

I was scared. Sammy was such a good girl. She was my best friend. So then I made up the crush on Carly Shay to hide my feelings.

To hide my feelings that I Freddie Benson loved Sam. Yes me, Freddie the dork loved Sam the toughie who was always putting me down. But as things went on every day. I enjoyed it. It was way worse then having a mom like that, I thought. So I just sit and wait for it to stop one fateful day. After another three of four minutes I decided to go to Carly's and rehearse iCarly.

I knocked on the door and choked the words, "Can I come in?"

"Sorry no dorks aloud!" Sam retorted. God I wish I never said those damb words.

"Sam," Carly said in her voice that meant 'be nice to Freddie.' "Sure come on in Freddie."

"Just wanted to rehearse iCarly," I mumbled.

"Sure we got your script," Carly said handing me the script that said iCarly.

"Lock it in your jewelry box," Sam smirked.

"You know what?" I started to yell but then decided to back off and not hurt her anymore.

"Whatever," I sighed.

She probably thought I couldn't think of a comeback, but I just didn't want to hurt Sam. I mean more than I already did with me and my dumbass bigmouth and bigbrain.