So, atfirst, I was totally bummed about my writer's block for this chapter, until an idea came! And I loved it. So, enjoy this chapter! I've redone it like a million times and I think I finally got it right now. (:
Disclaimer: I wish I owned iCarly, but I don't. For the name of the DC (I don't want to say the real thing and give it away before you read the chapter), I don't own that either. The only thing I own is this story, okay? Enjoy (:
FPOV:
Maybe Carly was right. Maybe Sam wouldn't mind going on a date with me if she seemed this happy to just walk on the beach. As we walked to the ocean, I continued holding her hand.
"Sam, you look really pretty."
"Thanks Freddie."
"Hey, you actually called me by my name!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Come on, Sam, be cuddly and sweet."
"Nah."
"I know you want to." I smirked.
We finally got to the ocean. She suddenly leaned on me. Her lips were about and inch away from mine. I began to lean in too, until I got pushed into the water. Sam busted out laughing and held her stomach. She began rolling in the sand as I floated in the water.
"Really funny, Sam!" I yelled sarcastically.
"Nub!" She yelled back.
I got up and walked out of the water.
"I'm soaked now!"
"Who cares, dork."
My eyes narrowed. Innocently, she walked beside me. I decided to get her back, so I pushed her into the ocean.
She looked shocked, but not mad or upset.
"Gotcha!" I winked.
"Not really!" She shouted as she ripped off her sundress. She wore a bright pink bikini with black strings.
"Are you serious?" I pouted.
"Yup. Momma always comes prepared."
I wasn't really mad though because she looked so amazing in that bikini.
"Somebody looks hot."
"Who?" She yelled angrily as if i was talking about another girl."
"You!"
"Oh." She smiled.
"You know you're very tempting to kiss right now."
"I wish I could say the same, Freddork."
I rolled my eyes."Sam!" I whined.
"What?"
"You're supposed to say, 'Oh, Freddie I love you I'm dying to kiss you right now!'"
"Now why would I say that?"
"Because, you want to kiss me."
"Uh, no. I don't."
"You can't look into my eyes and say that you don't. Anyway, you think my eyes are adorable."
"Where would you get that idea?" She asked as she aggressively grabbed onto my shirt.
"Carly told me." I smirked.
"Well, she could have lied."
"Did she?"
"Um-" She began to run. She ran back to the hotel and up to the room. I called after her, but she didn't stop.
I opened the door and Spencer sitting on their bed, watching TV.
"Where's Sam?"
"She ran in the bathroom," Carly replied.
I ran to the bathroom door and knocked.
"Sam! Come out right now!" I yelled.
There was no answer.
All of a sudden, I got thrown down to the floor. As I panted, I looked in front of me and saw Sam sitting on my stomach. It was awkward because she was still wearing her swimsuit, but I didn't mind.
Carly and Spencer ran in the room.
Sam looked down at me. Our eyes locked. I imagined the ocean when I looked into them. As I began to go into a daze, Sam's voice awoke me.
"Yes, Freddie, your eyes are adorable."
She quickly got up and stood in front of me. Sam held her hand out to me and I grabbed it as she pulled me up.
"Aw!" Carly squealed.
"Kiddos, wanna go get some lunch?" Spencer asked.
"Sure!" Sam answered excitedly.
Spencer checked for his key in his pocket, realizing he already had it, and Carly picked up her purse. Quickly, Sam put on a tank top and shorts. I waited for her, and then we caught up to Carly and Spencer.
After taking a long walk down the street, we finally entered a seafood restaurant. As always in a restaurant, Sam quickly goes to the food. Sometimes, I wonder how she stays so skinny when she eats nonstop.
When we all sat down, Sam sat beside Carly and I sat beside Spencer. The whole time we ate lunch, I could hardly concentrate on what I was eating. Sam sat straight across from me and kept staring at me. Awkwardly, we got all got up when everybody was done eating.
We walked into the hotel. As we were about to step into the elevator, I noticed that Sam was missing. I ran back to he hotel lobby to find her reading a sign.
The sign read: Dance Zone Dance Convention.
Confused at why Sam would be interested in that, I tapped on her shoulder.
She quickly turned around. "Freddie, there's a dance convention here!" She screamed excitedly.
"So?" I asked.
"Oh, nothin'." She smirked. Sam walked to the front desk and began talking to a sweet-looking lady with short, red hair.
"Is the dance convention here and welcome to anyone?" Sam asked the lady.
"Yes, it is. You'll need to pay for a wristband, though. Oh, and you'll need to fill out some papers. It costs fifty dollars."
Sam searched through her pockets, but found nothing.
Quickly, I walked up to her. "Sam, here." I handed her fifty dollars.
"Thanks, Freddie!" She grinned. Sam never thanked anyone. Weird.
The woman handed Sam and pink wristband. and the papers. Sam put it on her wrist, filled out the papers quickly, and smiled.
"I didn't know you danced, Sam."
"There's a lot of things you don't know, Fredward."
"Don't say my birth name in public, Samantha Puckett!"
"Don't call me Samantha!"
"Just did." I smirked.
She walked to the elevator and I joined her. We got to the room and walked in together.
"Carls, look!" Sam grinned.
"What?"
Sam poked her wristband.
"What's that for?"
"A dance convention they're having here, in this hotel!"
"Oh, that's awesome, Sam! When do you start the classes?"
"The first class, jazz, starts at 5 and ends at 6. Then, there's a hip-hop party from 7:30 until 9."
"Yay, Sam! Can I come watch?"
"Sure! The nub has to stay though."
"No!" I objected. I really wanted to see if Sam could dance.
"Why would you want to go?" I asked him.
"If Carly can go, I am."
"Fine, nub. But if you do anything other than watch, just know, I can hurt you."
"Yeah, right. But I won't do anything to bother Princess Puckett." I smirked.
"Better not."
Please review! I know I'm updating quickly, probably too quickly, but I was out of school sick today, so I had extra time to write this. The dance convention idea totally just popped in my mind a little while ago because I was thinking about a dance convention that I usually participate in. If you don't know what a dance convention is, it's where very good, sometimes famous, professional dancers teach learning dancers. I hope you are all excited to read the next chapter! I'll be updating very soon again because I'll probably be out sick again tomorrow because I don't feel like I'll be able to go tomorrow. Anyway, instead of hearing me blab, I bet you want me to be writing the next chapter. So I'll go do that. Kay, bye. (: