Disclaimer: I'm sorry what? You're saying that iCarly's not mine? It's Dan Schnieder's? Oh. Well, okay then.

Chapter 3:

Inside Fredward's head

Freddie's POV

I'm so confused right now, I can't even think straight. So let's back it up a bit. After our meeting, I left Carly at school with… I can't remember his name, oh it doesn't matter anyway. I walked into the Shay's apartment to find it empty. Usually Spencer's home, but not this time. Oh well, he wouldn't mind. I had to install some new software for the website so I made my way up the stairs to the studio. Chuckling, I wondered why I had chosen to take the stairs and not the elevator. Bet you any money that Sam took the elevator. Sometimes, that girl can be so predictable yet unpredictable at the same time. And she's probably the only girl who can ever be described in that way. But hey, that's who she is, and I wouldn't change it for anything.

By this time, I had my hand on the door handle and was about to waltz in there when an unfamiliar noise crept into my ears. It was beautiful, crazy and heartfelt all in one. Like a melody. Then I realized that it was a feminine giggle. No way, Carly wasn't even home yet and her giggles are no where near as amazing as that. So if it's not Carly then it must be… Sam.

Sam. My personal tormentor.

Sam. The definition of tomboy.

Sam. The most beautiful girl in the wor- WOAH! Stop right there Benson. You didn't think that. You're brain's just messed up after a long day. Yeah, that's it.

I decided to lay low and slowly pushed the handle down opening the door as silently as possible. Sure enough, Sam was sitting in the middle of the iCarly studio on her favourite red beanbag, with her back facing me, watching some previous iCarly webisodes on the big screen. It was the one from that time Sam lost a tooth and had to visit the dentist… which led to her being totally whacked up on gas and telling Carly our little secret. Well, not little. Kinda big. But anyway, as soon as Sam saw me she would start the bickering as usual. It wasn't a big deal, it was just our way of communicating. And now I had a one-up on her. She would totally freak if anyone saw all girly like this, especially me. So, I decided to take the shot while the target was still in sight.

"Oh my Lady Gaga, did Samantha Puckett just giggle?" I could tell by he way she jumped in hear seat that she hadn't noticed I was there. Then the once in a lifetime sight of a blush creeping up Sam's neck and covering her face appeared. Ha, I made Sam embarrassed. Score one for me.

"Don't call me Samantha," she retorted. "I thought you would know better by now." Oooooh. Touchy. I rolled my eyes at her lame come-back and started working at my nerd sta- aw crap! Now she's got me saying it! She continued to ask where Carly was and I told her that she was with… some dude? (I'm sorry dude, I just don't know).

But I couldn't help but notice the way her voice changed when she spoke of Carly. I didn't bring it up though, the look on her face showed me enough to know not to. I knew as soon as I said she would find some way to torment me about my 'love' for Carly. Which, by the way, is now non-existent. You see, the whole time I was dating Carly after I saved her life, something didn't feel right. It was like kissing a sister. I was going to do something about it, and then Sam gave me the excuse. A pretty good one too. And I tried to like Carly as I did before afterwards. But, it just wasn't like that for me anymore. And now for the Sam Puckett witty retort:

"Aw," she cooed, " did Fredbag get all upset?" There it is. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction, so I rolled my eyes and said simply,

"Jealous, are we Princess Puckett?" Sam always puts up a front to make it seem like she hates that nickname I gave her long ago. But I see the twitch at the corner of her mouth when she wants to smile. I see the smirk in the in the reflective glass when she thinks I can't see. She loves it. And I love he- NONONONONO!

What is wrong with me today?

She muttered something of a response and went back to her beanbag when my laptop screen slammed down onto my hands all of a sudden. My knuckles were bleeding but it hadn't really hurt as much as I was letting on. Anything bad that happens to me is usually the result of one of Sam's many pranks. I assumed no less for this occasion. I just wanted to wring some kind of shred of guilt out of her. If that was even possible. And apparently, it was as she leaped over the beanbag and apologized to me, looking straight into my eyes with the rich sapphire of her eyes. It was mesmerising.

After a few confused minutes of confused questions and stammering, she bolted for the door and didn't look back. It haunted me, the way her face looked so full of regret and how sad she looked. It wasn't right.

I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door after her.

Sam's POV

I'm so stupid, I thought as I sat in the rain on the park bench. I hadn't noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks. What the… ? Sam Puckett never cries. I'm all jacked up. It was small and inconsequential (another big word. Virtual high five) what I had done to Freddie, but my useless brain kept telling me:

What if you did something worse?

Something you couldn't take back.

Something that could never be erased.

I sat there wallowing in my self pity at the thought of the monster I was becoming when I heard the soft footfalls growing louder every second. I looked up to see who was the owner. Big mistake.

"Sam?"

A/N: Okay guys, little shorter this time but with some of Freddie's insight and thought's about Sam. Anyone notice how he's fighting his own thoughts? Please comment and tell me what you think, I'd love to hear some of your ideas.

And thank you to my new reviewers: VeVe2491,Pokadot Queen95 and abracadabra94!

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