Summary - When Freddie is given an essay to write entitled "What is Love?" how will he react when he reads his work aloud to his English class and finally realises how he feels for a certain blonde headed demon?
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They drive you mad sometimes, and can do the unforgivable, but you come around eventually because you can't bear to be without them, and sometimes they really are just doing it for your own good; even if you couldn't see it at the time.
Sophomore Year - May (16 years old)
The doorbell. That sound was all it took to make Freddie jump up from the Shay household's sofa, his eyes widening with nervousness as his heart started beating four times as fast from both excitement what felt like sheer terror. She was here.
"Carly," he squeaked, before clearing his voice and attempted to speak again, this time in a voice that didn't make him sound like a seven year old girl, "Carly, she's here!"
Carly squealed excitedly from her bedroom, before quickly running down the stairs to where Freddie was anxiously waiting her final approval. She gave him the once over, dusted off his shirt slightly and ruffled his hair, grinning at his worried expression and uneasy stature.
"Relax," she said in a reassuring voice, hoping to stop Freddie from sweating right through his fancy new shirt with fear, "She's going to love you."
Freddie smiled slightly at his best friend, but couldn't ignore the butterflies running, or rather flying, amok in his already slightly queasy stomach. Even though he claimed to still be head over heels in love with Carly, or at least he thought he was, (he was sixteen, how was he supposed to know what love was?) being in this close proximity to her didn't seem to affect him in the slightest; all he could think about was the girl waiting on the other side of the door, anticipating what the evening could bring for him and his rather surprising date.
"Like anyone could love that nub," a voice called from the kitchen, startling Freddie out of his thoughts, and soon after a petite blonde gnawing her way through a large ham entered the living room, which had been temporarily converted into a romantic venue for Freddie and his guest. "I just hope you wore that extra strong deodorant your crazy mum bought you for your birthday, Freddicini, you don't want to scare the poor little Barbie away with your 'oh natural' stench."
Freddie rolled his eyes at Sam's less than flattering comment, but grinned at her afterwards, strangely glad that his abrasive friend was here to distract him from his nerves with a bit of light banter. Though he was wary of Sam being present during the date at first, who knew what kind of stunt she'd pull, her presence always seemed to put him at ease, even if she was beating him with a butter sock at the time. He'd gotten used to having Sam around, so much so that the pranks she pulled and even the random attacks of violence were no longer a surprise. At some times in his mundane life, filled with homework and tick baths, Freddie even welcomed the craziness that followed the blonde headed demon around like a lost puppy; Sam always did manage to keep his life interesting, to say the least.
Sam smirked back, though she couldn't help but feel her stomach churn at the sight of Freddie all dolled up for his date. A date with Tiffany Harper, one of the stupidest, most annoying girls at their school; she didn't even know what Freddie saw in that fake, plastic bimbo, and even though Sam had told him time and time again that she feared Tiffany was only using him to get on iCarly and "be the next web sensation," Freddie hadn't listened to her. Whenever Tiffany was around Freddie or Carly, she turned into a sickly sweet little schoolgirl, who complimented Carly's new shoes and laughed at all of Freddie's really bad science jokes.
Of course, the minute their backs were turned she reformed back into her natural self; the bitchy queen of mean who could have given Regina George a run for her money, and it seemed only Sam had ever seen this side of her before. Even with her fake pleasant persona, Sam still couldn't see how Freddie could be attracted to a girl like that; he actually seemed to like the pounds of make-up and fake tanned orange skin; the short skirts and the high heels. Tiffany was everything that Sam was not, and though she knew it shouldn't upset her, it did hurt that Freddie had chosen a date with the lovechild of Barbie and the devil instead of listening to her genuinely concerned advice. Nobody hurt that stupid, dorky, completely-oblivious-to-Tiffany's-evil-scheme and extremely idiotic nub but her.
"Come on, Sam," Carly sighed at her best girl friend, "This is a big night for Freddie, he's been wanting to date Tiffany for weeks now, couldn't you be nice to him just this once?"
"Sam, nice?" another voice emerged from the kitchen, and a young boy in a waiter's outfit joined his friends by the sofa, "That will be the day!"
"No-one asked you, Gibby," Sam shouted, causing the grinning Gibby to cower away from the girl who was almost half his size, his grin falling from his face faster than a speeding bullet. He learnt very early on in his life to never judge Sam by her looks; she was strong, and she wasn't afraid to show it.
The doorbell rang again, twice and slightly more impatiently than the first time, and Freddie turned to look at Carly once again, the fear returning to his eyes.
"Go and get the door," Carly said firmly as she took charge of the situation before Freddie's head exploded, pushing him gently towards the front of her apartment, "Gibby will be waiting in the kitchen for further instructions, and me and Sam will be upstairs brainstorming for the next iCarly if you need anything. Just have fun, OK?"
Freddie nodded, and gulped deeply, before heading to the door and getting ready to open it. He paused and his hand hovered over the doorknob, before he turned quickly around to face Sam, his eyes narrowing slightly, "You're not going to do anything, right Sam?" he asked suspiciously, as he suddenly remembered Sam's feelings towards the girl he was about to let into Carly's apartment. She had been treating him like more of a friend and less of a punching bag since the car incident at school, (well, to some extent - it was Sam after all) when he had taken the wrap for her ingenious yet somewhat illegal prank on Ms. Briggs, but ever since Freddie had shown an interest in Tiffany, Sam had become even more violent than usual, and Freddie feared for his and Tiffany's life when he thought about all the ways Sam could ruin his big night.
"Relax, Freddimama," Sam sighed overdramatically, "You and Cindy are safe from my pranking hands tonight,"
"It's Tiffany, Sam, you know that. It's just that you weren't exactly happy about me and her-"
"JUST ANSWER THE FREAKING DOOR, WOULD YA?" she yelled, before running up the stairs after Carly. He glared at her, but couldn't help but chuckle as she turned around, gave him a mock salute and a sarcastic 'thumbs up' signal before running up the remainder of the staircase. Shaking his head slightly at Sam's antics, Freddie opened the door to find Tiffany staring into a handheld mirror, fixing her already pristine make up.
She certainly looked pretty, with her bleach blonde hair straightened and make-up perfectly applied; her short pink dress accenting the assets God gave her and high heels making her look even skinnier than she already was; she was the epitome of every normal teenage boy's dream. Freddie smiled up at her, and quickly welcomed her into the apartment, hoping she wasn't too angry about being left outside for so long. She returned the smile and sauntered in, her beam dropping the minute Freddie had turned around to close the door as she took in each inch of the apartment which a look of mild interest and disdain.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Tiffany," Freddie said, his voice wavering slightly, causing him to close his eyes and mentally slap himself - keep it together, Benson!
Tiffany spun around, her pink lips turning upwards in a dazzling smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "Oh, that's alright, Freddikins, I know you were just making everything perfect for our date tonight." She brushed her hand against his arm lightly, before turning around and squealing at the sight of the romantic dinner table and candles placed around the room.
"Oh, Freddie, you shouldn't have!" she shrieked, as she walked over to inspect the table further, "Did you cook all this yourself?"
Freddie grinned at her reaction, before replying, "No, actually, this was all the work of the incredibly talented Gibby, he's quite the chef, you know!"
Tiffany turned to look at him, her eyebrows raised in surprise, "Gibby?" she asked, her voice dripping with repulsion and shock, "That weird little kid from our class?"
Freddie frowned slightly, confused by her response; he knew that Gibby was a few feathers short of an ostrich but her tone suggested something other than the friendly teasing Gibby was often subjected to by his friends.
"Yeah," Freddie stated, crossing his arms defensively, "Is that a problem?"
Realising her mistake, Tiffany grinned at him and playfully shoved his chest before letting out a peal of laughter that sounded like a horse's whinny, "Of course not, Gibby is wonderful, and any friend of yours is a friend of mine."
Freddie rubbed the place on his chest where Tiffany had pushed him, oddly upset with her for the gesture and was still unsatisfied by her answer, but he decided to let it go and just have an enjoyable evening with her. He smiled at her slightly, before walking over to her chair and pushing it out so she could sit down.
Gushing about how much of a gentleman he was, Tiffany sat down and took a large drink of water from a conveniently placed cup in front of her, mentally rolling her eyes at the grin on Freddie's face due to her compliments. It was going to be a long night of flattery and shameless flirting with the idiotic nerd, but she was prepared to do anything to get on iCarly; she was going to the next web star even if she had to date her way to the top, and the nerdy technical director sitting across from her was her way in.
Unbeknown to the pair downstairs, however, Sam peered out from the top of the stair case where she had remained after sprinting away before Tiffany's arrival, completely out of sight, ready to shamelessly spy on Pinky and the Brain throughout their date. She had told Carly she wanted to take a quick nap before they brainstormed for iCarly, which her best friend has happily complied to as she had some homework to get done up in the iCarly studio. From her perch at the top of the stairs, Sam saw and heard the whole exchange between Tiffany and Freddie, and couldn't believe how oblivious the nub was to her fake compliments and terrible acting skills - she was more robotic than Arnold Schwarzenegger in Terminator.
Seeing Tiffany check her pink, bedazzled watch for the umpteenth time and sigh heavily, before sending a smile in Freddie's direction, Sam shook her head slightly. If Freddie wasn't going to get rid of the little web-show stealing bimbo, Sam had to take matters into her own hands, even if Freddie did hate her for a while afterwards. She hoped he'd forgive her eventually; it was for his own good after all. Smirking evilly, Sam glanced from Freddie to Tiffany before making up her mind for definite. Operation Smurf was officially in action; let the Barbie eradication commence.
"And then," Tiffany continued, effortlessly crossing her legs while demurely forking some spaghetti into her permanently pouted lips, "Kelly went behind Chelsea's back and kissed Damian anyway. Can you believe that?"
"Nope," Freddie replied in a monotone voice, stabbing what was left on his plate uninterestedly. He had been listening to Tiffany gossip about her friends and the various other people at school for about half an hour now, and had had the incorrigible need to yawn since she had started talking about the incestuous ways of the marching band. Fearing the worst, he knew he had to change the subject before he actually fell asleep; head on the table and all.
"So, Tiffany," he interrupted shamelessly and without remorse, "What are some of your interests. I mean, I know you're on the gymnastics team, but do you have any other hobbies?"
Tiffany smiled, before replying, "Well, I love shopping, especially for clothes, and going to parties, ooh, and painting my nails…"
Freddie sighed and fell back against his chair as Tiffany listed off her 'hobbies' on her fingers, flicking her hair behind her and fluttering her volumised eyelashes at him every few seconds; did she have a nervous tick?
"Oh, and I love watching TV!"
"Yeah, like what?" Freddie asked excitedly, leaning forward. His last shred of hope clung onto her answer, and his mind quickly ran through all his favourite TV shows; would she be into sci-fi, like Space Walk, or perhaps murder mysteries, like Sherlock Holmes, or maybe-
"Reality TV shows," Tiffany replied ecstatically, interrupting Freddie's dreamy thought process as she leant forwards slightly, "I just adore the Kardashians, they're such an inspiration, don't you think?"
Freddie tried to mask his disappointment, smiling slightly at her, but failed miserably, as he watched his last hope drop over the edge of the cliff that was the most boring and unsuccessful date he had ever been on. Not only had he discovered how shallow and at times mean Tiffany could be about her friends, he realised that they had absolutely nothing in common, and he didn't even really enjoy her company. She didn't make him laugh, or joke around with him about his nerdy habits and crazy mother, and she didn't even eat meat; what was the point?
Still at her station at the top of the stairs, Sam grinned at Tiffany's answer, knowing that Freddie wouldn't be pleased her response, and decided it was time to actively initiate her plan. Sneaking up the remaining stairs she had to travel to reach the second floor, Sam ran down the hallway in search of one thing - the Shay's alarm and sprinkler system.
"So, Freddiekins," Tiffany stated in a low, supposedly seductive voice, "I've got a little something to ask you,"
"Shoot," Freddie replied, wondering how he could signal Gibby to bring over the dessert so he could end this disaster of a date as soon as possible.
"Well," she dragged out the word, smiling as she gently traced her finger up and down his arm, "I know that iCarly airs tomorrow, and I was just wondering if I could be in it!"
Astounded, Freddie didn't know how to respond, "What?" he asked, for lack of a better word.
"It doesn't have to be anything big," she began again, getting excited as she shuffled her chair closer and closer to his, "I could be a background dancer, or have my own segment, and if the audience likes me, then who knows where it could go. Maybe I could even replace Sam one day and become Carly's co-host-"
But Freddie didn't let Tiffany finish, as he stood up from his chair and stared at her in disbelief and anger. "Has this been what all this has been about?" he demanded, "The flirting at school, sitting next to me in Algebra for the past few weeks, the date, all because you wanted to get on iCarly?"
Sensing herself sinking into troubled waters, Tiffany got up to stand beside him and grabbed his arm desperately, "Of course not, Freddiepoo, it was just a suggestion, all I want to do is help you guys improve iCarly, I've got so many ideas and I thought that-"
"Well you thought wrong, Tiffany," he said, yanking his arm away from her hand and glaring at her, "Sam was right, you never really did like me, did you, you just wanted to claw your way into the web show business."
"No, Freddie, please," Tiffany pleaded, as her ship to stardom sunk lower and lower to the bottom of the proverbial ocean, "Don't listen to Sam, she's just a violent, crazy person who wants to fill your head with lies about me, don't you see, I'd be a much better co-host for the show,"
"No, you wouldn't," Freddie yelled, and Sam, having completed her mission, returned to her post with her trusty blue remote in hand just as Freddie started his speech, "Sam is an amazing co-host, who also happens to be one of my best friends, and yeah, she might be crazy sometimes, and her random acts of violence aren't one of her best traits, but she's strong and passionate and the funniest person I've ever met. So before you go round insulting my friends just remember she is one hundred times better than you'll ever be, mainly because she doesn't have the personality of a sponge and the emotional range of a teaspoon, and her eyes are way prettier than yours and because…because…. BECAUSE SHE CAN EAT A WHOLE HAM IN UNDER TEN MINUTES!
Tiffany raised her eyebrows at his last comment, and Freddie, breathing heavily from his outburst suddenly realised what he had just said about the blonde headed demon currently residing upstairs - prettier eyes and ham? What the fat cake was wrong with him? However, before they could further analyse what had just occurred, the fire alarm in the Shay's apartment went off, blaring a loud beeping noise throughout the room which subsequently caused the sprinkler system became activated. Except instead of water raining down from the ceiling, a shower of blue paint poured over them in a haze of colour and confusion.
Cursing, Sam spun around from her seat on the top stair to find that in her shock over Freddie's speech, (did he really think her eyes were pretty?) she had accidentally pressed the button on her remote that she had rigged to initiate the sprinkler systems. In a frenzy of panic, Sam bashed the buttons on the remote, with some vague hope that she could stop the sprinkler system, but she knew it was no use - once those bad boys had been activated there was no way of stopping them.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?" Tiffany screamed, as she tried to shield herself from the unforgiving swirls of paint that were slowly covering the living room and kitchen.
Looking around the room in disbelief, his eyes widening with confusion, Freddie couldn't help but glance at the stairs and chuckle to himself, "Oh, I've got a few ideas." It seemed his blonde headed demon couldn't seem to help herself after all.
A now shirtless Gibby emerged from the kitchen, holding a precious crème brulee, which he had been preparing for dessert, in each hand as the dishes filled up with a sea of blue.
"This is awesome, dude!" he yelled excitedly, dumping the desserts on the counter and throwing his arms wide open, basking in the current downpour of paint, "Another couple minutes of this and we'll look like Smurfs!"
Openly laughing at the absurdity of the situation, Freddie walked over and joined his friend Gibby, who was now dancing underneath one of the sprinklers, no longer caring about his date who was currently wobbling along on her high heels in search of a hiding spot; her pink dress blending with the blue and turning into a muddy brown colour.
Suddenly, the elevator door dinged, signalling someone's arrival, and opened to reveal Spencer, nonchalantly sipping on a smoothie as he strolled into the apartment, holding onto the lead of-
"IS THAT AN OSTRICH?" Tiffany screamed, pointing a shaking finger at Spencer and the large bird beside him as the last trickles of the blue paint splattered to the floor; it seemed the azure storm was finally over.
Spencer looked over to the terrified teenage girl in his living room in confusion, before slowly replying, "No. It's a Blueberry Blast Smoothie."
Looking from Freddie, to Gibby, and finally back to Spencer, Tiffany let out a wail and ran out of the apartment, screaming, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?" at the top of her lungs before slamming the door behind her in a final act of anger; Barbie had left the building.
Walking into his apartment with his new pet, Spencer smiled at Freddie and Gibby, apparently oblivious to what had just occurred, before freezing and narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked around the room.
"Something's different," he mused, as Freddie and Gibby stifled their giggles, "Something important."
As Spencer contemplated what minor change had been made to his disorderly home, Gibby nudged Freddie, "Sorry about your date, dude. I didn't mean to scare her off."
Patting Gibby on the back, Freddie smiled and replied, "Don't worry about it, Gib, it wasn't your fault, and the date wasn't going too swimmingly anyway. In fact, you and Sam probably saved me from having to break up with her and the end of the evening."
"Sam?" Gibby asked, confused, as he usually was in true Gibby form.
The name of the prank's culprit jolted Freddie back to reality, as he realised to what extent a certain blonde firecracker had gone to, to ensure his date had gone to hell, "Yeah, Sam. You can come out now, Puckett; I know you're up there."
Sam let out the breath she had been holding in, and poked her head out from behind the wall, before slowly making her way down the stairs; the gig was up.
"What's up, Benson?" she asked, smiling as her voice wavered slightly, "I like what you've done with the place!"
Raising his eyebrows at her, Freddie smiled and walked over to Sam before crossing his arms and staring at her, "Blue paint in the sprinklers. Really?"
Sam sighed, and walked over to sit on the sofa, only remembering its current blue state after she had sat down, causing her to jump up in surprise and rub the back of her jeans slightly in an attempt to rid them of the blue stain. Great.
"I was just trying to save you from that hobnocker of a Barbie," Sam explained, as she paced up and down the apartment angrily, "I know, it was wrong, yadda yadda yadda, but you couldn't see through her cutesy façade to her evil core, and if I didn't stop her from entrapping you with her wily feminine ways she would have completely ruined everything; the show, your life-" Sam stopped suddenly, and found staring into Freddie's russet eyes while he was only a few metres away from her. Our weird, random, completely amazing friendship, she thought wistfully, before mentally shaking her head and breathing, "Everything."
Freddie stared at her, the smile on his face growing; what Sam had done for him tonight had been, surprisingly enough, out of the good of heart instead of the bad; she really was just thinking of him and what was best for him. Well, imagine that.
"And after everything you did for me a few months ago," Sam mumbled quietly, averting her eyes to her shoes, "What with taking the blame for the car prank, and all," her eyes darted around the room, before finally resting on Freddie once more as they filled with genuine remorse, "I'm sorry, Benson."
Freddie smiled, and punched her shoulder lightly, "Its cool, Puckett."
Sam raised her eyebrows slightly, and dug her hands into the pockets of her ripped up jeans, "Really? You're not mad?"
"Nope," Freddie replied, "Turns out Tiffany really was only after me for my 'connections' in the web show world," he signalled quote marks with his hands around the word connections, causing a laugh to bubble out of the still rather shocked Sam, "You were right about her, Sam, and I'm sorry for not believing you sooner. You're a good friend."
Smiling at the nub standing before her, Sam shoved Freddie in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards slightly, "Well that's what you get for not listening to Mama in the first place, dork."
Laughing, Freddie rubbed his chest and looked at Sam with mock hurt before nudging her with his foot in a lame attempt of a comeback. Then, upon hearing the squawk of the large bird in the apartment, Freddie turned around to where Gibby and Spencer were standing in the kitchen.
"Has he worked it out yet, Gib?" Freddie grinned, as he leant against the kitchen counter, being careful to avoid the ostrich that was now meandering its way through the living room.
"Did you buy new taps for the kitchen sink?" Spencer asked, confused, as he wandered around the kitchen, stopping to stare intently at the sink.
"Evidently not," Gibby laughed, as Sam came and joined them in the kitchen.
"So," she asked, leaning against the counter next to Freddie and nudging him with her elbow, "Where do you think this prank comes in the list?"
Freddie pretended to think about this, before replying, "Hmm, definitely above putting glue on Mr Howard's chair, but I don't think it can match making Ms. Briggs car magically appear in her classroom."
"So it made the Top Ten!" Sam exclaimed, making Freddie laugh by doing a little victory dance in celebration, and before long she had dragged him into joining in with her random outburst of dancing.
"IT'S BLUE!" Spencer cried out, as he finally came to the realisation that his apartment had been turned into what looked like a mass homage to the colour of the TARDIS in Doctor Who.
The trio laughed as Spencer ran through the lower floor of the apartment, spinning around as he gawked at his newly reformed furniture in joy, "I LOVE IT!" he screamed, and began scooping up a bunch of seemingly random objects with excitement, "I'm going to go and make an awesome sculpture RIGHT NOW!" he yelled before running into his room, screaming, "BLUE IS THE BEST COLOUR EVER!"
"Speaking of blue," Freddie pondered to Sam as Gibby ran upstairs to go and show Carly his 'new look,' "You stick out like a sore thumb down here, Puckett." Sam looked down at her red shirt, before looking up at Freddie's smirking face and shrugging, "Yeah, so?"
"Well," Freddie mused, strolling over to her, feeling more confident with each step, "I'm going to have to fix that."
Sam, finally realising Freddie's plan, opened her mouth to protest and threaten to kick Freddie where it hurt if he took one more step, but before she could say a word Freddie had engulfed her into a bear hug that seriously restricted all movement on her part.
"Get off me, you big dork," Sam yelled, but her laughter ruined the intimidating tone she was trying to get across to Freddie.
"Come on Sam, you owe me, and you owe me big," Freddie chuckled as he squeezed a squirming Sam tightly, mixing her red shirt with the blue paint that he was covered in to form a light purple colour, "First, for the car prank, and second for that fact that I didn't completely explode over you making my date eligible to join the Blue Man Group."
"Oh please," Sam laughed, as she stared at Freddie whilst trying to escape from his grip - when did this nub get so strong? - "You didn't need me to make that date a disaster; you did that all by yourself."
Freddie laughed, and looked at Sam, getting hopelessly lost in her cerulean eyes. He realised he had been wrong when had screamed to Tiffany about how pretty Sam's eyes were, they weren't pretty at all; they were truly, completely, awe-inspiringly beautiful, and even if he hadn't realised before, there was huge difference between the two.
Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach and her conflicting need to simultaneously push Freddie away from her and hold onto him even tighter, Sam grinned at him as she finally managed to free her arms from her sides. Then, in one swift movement she reached behind Freddie and gave him one of her less powerful, but still pretty painful, Texan wedgies, causing him to release her from the hug and clutch his sore behind. Sam laughed and ran up the stairs, two at a time, shouting at Freddie to join them in the studio when he regained some of his dignity, if the day ever came. After letting out a huff of anger, Freddie couldn't help but smile at Sam's actions, and rubbing his rear end ran up the stairs after the blonde whirlwind.
Sam always did manage to keep his life interesting.
A/N - Did you guys like it? If you hated Tiffany, and loved Spencer, then hopefully that means I've done my job well! Write your favourite bits and lines in the doobily doo to make me smile, and... I'LL BUY YOU A PONY! (It's not a bribe, it's positive reinforcement!) Hopefully that chapter will keep you guys going for a while, but the next chapter will be up in a week's time, maybe less if I get enough time to write it. I LOVE YOU ALL, never forget that!
Quick note - In the Introduction, and in the Epilogue which has yet to be posted, Sam and Freddie are in their Senior Year at school, and are about 18, so sorry for not telling you guys that, it wasn't very clear at all! (Thanks to irishfan for pointing that out!) Au reviour, my lovelys!
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