iGet Kicked Out (And My Best Friend Hates Me)
So what is Sam Puckett to do?
Disclaimer: No. Obviously, I do not own iCarly, Sam, Freddie, or the next door neighbor's dogs.
Chapter Three: Next Thing You'll Know, Lewbert's Wart Disappears.
Sam blinked. Twice. Thrice. She spun around and studied the Benson's apartment door like it was a complex math problem. How stupid was she to make that scene? She had no place to stay, and the only place that she could think of (aside from juvy, and she definitely won't go to juvy whatever happens) suddenly looked so poisonous and toxic. She can't go in there. Not after kissing Freddie like that. But Carly won't let her in and she just can't drop on the floor and sleep like some lost kid. No.
Brilliant. So I guess I'll just have to sneak in there and stay in his mom's room for the rest of the night.
Sam blinked again. Brilliant idea. So, Sam snuck inside the apartment quietly, after standing for about ten minutes outside. She went in as quietly as she could, and knew she was clever enough to escape Freddie and get some good night's sleep at the same time. And maybe smuggle a strip of bacon or two.
Well, who's the smart geek again between the two?
Freddie wasn't stupid. He's clever. In fact, he's much more clever than Sam in expecting stuff. Well, he's learned to read Sam and so, she's become much more predictable to him now than when they just met. Sam just let it slip - she didn't have anywhere else to go, and obviously, the Benson's was her last choice. So obviously, she'd try to break in and hide from him, probably in his mother's room.
Freddie crouched behind a large couch , and waited for the door to open. It did, and he heard Sam shuffle inside, seemingly shooting glances everywhere as if she was there to rob their apartment. Well, knowing Sam, she'd probably take the chance to do so. Before Sam could go on any farther than the living room, Freddie jumped out from behind the couch and pinned her on the floor, looking fierce.
"Got you!"
Sam struggled under Freddie's weight, surprised at the fact that Freddie was pinning her down on the floor. She always thought he was a wimp. Now, he was showing her otherwise.
"Get off me, dork!"
"Not until you tell me why you kissed me."
Sam grunted. Like you didn't.
"I won't tell you unless you get off me," she said. Freddie shook his head.
"No way. You'd just sprint out and escape."
Sam rolled her eyes. She struggled underneath him, trying hard to escape. But boy, was Freddie strong. "Come on, Freddie, just let me go. I promise I won't escape."
"Heh. Yeah right," Freddie scoffed.
"I promise," Sam said again. She put in the most convincing tone she could. The same tone she used when she made Freddie try to tell her the idea he had during their encounter in the fire escape. Well, how could Freddie not believe? Sam sounded very sincere, looked very sincere, and Freddie was sure she was sincere. So Freddie gave in and got off Sam, who stood up and dusted her clothes and looked Freddie straight in the eye.
"Alright," Freddie started. "Why did you kiss me?"
"I was just getting even with you. I should be the one asking you the same question. Why did you try to kiss me while I was sleeping?"
"I, uhhhh..." Freddie looked at his feet and rubbed the back of his neck. Why exactly did he kiss Sam? Was it just that intense need to feel that feeling he felt with his first kiss? Was it because he liked Sam's kisses so much? Or was it just the raging teenage boy hormone inside him? He shook his head. "Err, hormones?"
"That's it? Hormones?"
"I guess so, but..." Boy, this is turning out to be very familiar, he grimly thought his head as another stupid (and probably true) idea brushed his geeky little brain.
"But what?"
"N-nothing, it's stupid..."
"Tell me!" Sam insisted, but Freddie was firm. No. He shook his head. Sam grabbed his arms looking straight into his eye like never before. "Come on."
"Well... Well I..."
"Freddie!"
"Okay, okay!" He breathed in deeply, and prepared himself for the worst that could happen. With Sam in the room, one could choose from a variety of "worst things that could happen". It's just a case of guessing which one was it, and Freddie knew Sam well enough to guess that she might break his spine if he told her. Nevertheless, Sam insisted. Where were the days when we hated each other to no end? Freddie thought to himself. "I guess... I think I... you know... I like you."
"What?"
"You heard me. I like you." This is stupid.
"Seriously?"
Freddie nodded, and immediately wished he didn't confess because Sam looked positively dangerous and gave him an expression that he just signed his own death sentence. Then, all of a sudden, Sam's face fell blank. She let go of Freddie's arms and silently went to his room, muttering 'goodnight'. This made Freddie confused. She didn't beat him up, but she didn't really do anything else except go. Freddie sat on the couch and buried his face in his hands. Is the world going crazy?
He decided to give Sam some space, and deemed it safe to sleep on the couch for the evening.
Sam fell on Freddie's bed. So he likes me. She tossed and turned and generally made the mess out of Freddie's clean and uncrumpled bed sheets, blankets and made the pillows look like they were sixty years old. The stuff still had some sort of 'dork scent' as Sam called it. She grinned. I guess I can live with that... Eww, no way. I'm starting to like the nerd. Ugh.
There was something about the computer's presence that made Freddie feel comfortable, and the fact that Sam was alone in his room with the computer made him feel increasingly uneasy. And he couldn't sleep without knowing that his computer's safe, at least. So Freddie stood up from the couch and went to his room. Cautiously, he opened the door and saw the computer safe and sound, and Sam asleep. Well, Sam really didn't go to sleep without ruining at least something, but he was glad it wasn't his computer.
Freddie knew he was supposed to close the door now, since he knows his computer was safe. But he couldn't bring himself to do so. His crazy teenage boy hormones made him stop and stare at Sam who, despite looking like she was not well-informed about sleeping etiquette (is there even such a thing?), she looked like an angel. Whenever did I think Sam looked like an angel while sleeping?
Nevertheless, Freddie made his way to the bed and sat down on the crumpled sheets. Like he did earlier, before Sam was ready to murder him, he stared at her and put away a few strands of hair away from her face. And then it happened. Uncontrollable hormones (or because of finally accepting the fact that he likes Sam more than Carly or something as horrible as that) drove him to lean in and kiss the sleeping Sam. And, of course, Sam woke up. Freddie was terrified. For a fraction of a second only, though, because it took him that long to realize that Sam wasn't trying to make a move to beat him up. Rather, she was kissing back.
And when they broke away and he gave her a weird, 'what-in-the-world-just-happened-between-the-two-of-us-and-would-you-care-to-explain-why-you-did-that' look (try to imagine it), Sam shrugged, grinned, and said simply, "hey, I guess I like you too."
It was Freddie's turn to blink. "What?"
"Are you deaf or did you just forget to clean your ears because your mom brought your clean-up chart?" She punched him in the arm so hard that it brought Freddie back down to earth from his own personal heaven after hearing Sam say she liked him too. He managed to let out a small 'ow'.
"Really? Is it true?" Freddie asked her. This was too much to handle. He suddenly thought it was a good thing Sam trashed her house.
"Yeah, yeah."
"This is crazy. What's happening to this world? We hate each other," he mumbled.
"We used to," Sam corrected. "Next thing you know, Lewbert's wart disappears. And Miss Briggs actually gets a boyfriend this time and moves away to Yakima."
She yawned.
"Now go away. I need to get some sleep," Sam said, crashing back down with a thud to the bed.
Freddie smirked. "Not without my goodnight kiss."
"Pfft. Don't push it, dork. We're not boyfriend and girlfriend."
"We should be then, don't you agree?" he suggested. Sam glared at him.
"Don't push it." She reconsidered. "Unless, of course, you want to get hospital bills more expensive than all prestigious schools in this country."
Freddie sighed, disappointed. Although he did manage to get Sam (sort of) to confess, too. And that was good enough, wasn't it? Sam tried to push him off the bed. "Go away. I need some sleep. Please?"
"Sure, sure."
"Oh yeah. Hey dork?" Freddie stopped at the doorway and looked at Sam. "That boyfriend-girlfriend thing? Let's talk about that tomorrow," she said, grinning. Freddie nodded, smiling.
"You know what, Sam? This is all stupid. Weird. Crazy. It's like we're not us anymore. Did somebody mess with reality?"
"Go away, Freddie. I don't want to think about whatever machinations have been devised to get us to this point. I need sleep!" Sam stood up and kicked Freddie out of the room. She admired her handiwork (or should I say footwork?), seeing Freddie on the floor and in pain. She bent down, patted his head and said, "good night!" before planting a kiss on his cheek and punching him straight to the stomach. Sam closed the door before Freddie could say anything.
"This... is... crazy..." Freddie stood up and tried to endure the pain, collapsing to the sofa. But whatever. This was all good. As long as he won't die in the attempt of being Sam's boyfriend (if ever he will be - Sam said they'll talk about it tomorrow morning, right?), everything will be fine.
A/N: And that, sirs and madams, is the end of my fanfic. This chapter, in my opinion, is pretty much a lame one. Ran out of ideas for the ending, because I just made it all up as I went. Well, hopefully, a handful of you (or more) liked the fanfic enough. So review? Constructive criticism. Please? Any comment that makes sense, is in detail, isn't vague and stuff would be appreciated.