(A/N: BUH)
Disclaimer: Don't own iCarly. Sadly. Or any songs, movies, or energy drinks mentioned.
1.) Confessions (Sam's POV)
Sam was lying, half-asleep, attempting to watch Girly Cow with Freddie. She was fighting the tiredness, hanging onto the warm feeling of Freddie playing with her hair. She fell in and out of conciousness.
"You still awake?" Freddie asks her.
"Mmph." Sam mumbles back, snuggling closer to Freddie. They were in his house, with his mother away at the hospital, and they were all alone.
So, Sam spends this time cuddling with Freddie and sleeping, making up for all of their all-nighters.
"Wake uppp." Freddie says, shaking her slightly. "It's only seven-thirty."
Sam just looks at him and shifts herself upward. "Ugh. What do you wannt?"
"This." Freddie just pulls her closer and kisses her, gently. But Sam's eyelids are already drooping again and she falls back, yawning.
"Here, drink this." Freddie tosses her a Monster. Sam fumbles to get it open.
"Open it for me," she moans, falling back.
"You can't open a simple can?" Freddie blinks at her.
"Too lazy to," Sam replies, focusing her attention on the tv again.
Freddie rolls his eyes and cracks the can open. Sam takes it from him and drinks a few sips. "This stuff does not taste like berries."
"All energy drinks have that weird taste to them." Freddie responds.
"Well, it's odd." Sam drinks more of the Monster, rolling her eyes. "Why you want me awake anyway?"
"We haven't hung in like, three days!" Freddie says, looking at her. "And all you want to do is sleep."
"Sorry, baby." Sam replies, forcing herself to sit up. "Haven't really slept in two days."
"Why?" Freddie asks, shifting a blonde curl out of her face and behind her ear. "Your mom keeping you up with her drunken boyfriend?"
"Nah, I finally bought a new pair of earplugs." Sam says, sighing. "I don't know why. Just can't sleep."
"Something on your mind?" Freddie asks, looking into her eyes. Sam loves and hates when he does that. Freddie's always been one to get in touch with his feminine side, but that can make Sam wary. Wary enough to wonder if he'd ever understand.
She loved Carly half to death, she was her other sister God forgot to give her, but they were so different. But while Freddie and Sam call each other different, they think in the same way. They know how each other works. And now Sam fears that bond.
"No, not that I can think of," Sam says, shrugging.
Freddie shuffles in his bag. Sam glances over his shoulder. "Whatchu doin', boy?"
He comes back, this time holding a chocolate bar in his hand. Sam immediately brightens at the prospect of food. "Can I haz it?" Sam asks in a "LOLCAT" accent.
"If you tell me what's wrong." Freddie replies with a smirk.
"But there's nothing wrong!" Sam protests. "Pleaseee."
"I just don't want you to be sad." Freddie says softly.
"And you have nothing to worry about," Sam replies, burying her head into his chest.
Freddie seems to relax at her touch. "If you say so."
Sam finds a bit of her energy returning from the energy drink. "Come on," she says. "You wanted me up. Whaddya want to do?"
"Dunno," Freddie says. "Wanna watch a movie."
"Suure." Sam says, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
They watch what appears to look like a really good action movie, when it was really the sappiest chick-flick to ever exist. Twenty minutes into the movie, Freddie is nearly gagging and Sam already vomited. Twice.
They turned off the movie and Sam groaned, "Why must they trick us into thinking it was going to be good?"
Freddie buried his head in his pillow. "It was God-awful."
Although it was annoying and repulsive, Sam was thinking about what the female character had asked the guy. "When did you first start to like me?" she asks in a bad-acting, over-dramatic voice.
Freddie had asked her that once, and she responded...less than truthful. But she hadn't asked Freddie. She couldn't help but wonder when he actually did. Did she kiss him at the lock-in and decide that he loved her? Or did he start to like her before that?
Suddenly, Sam had to know. She was never one to press for the truth (wait...yes she was) but she needed to know.
"Something on your mind?" Freddie asks her.
"Oh, I don't know..." Sam says warily, still thinking.
Freddie says nothing, simply holds up his chocolate bar.
"Can I have it?" Sam asks, grasping for it.
"Tell me what you're thinking about," he demands. "Then you can indulge in this chocolatey material good."
"Don't use words I can't understand," Sam snaps. "And fine. Whatever."
Freddie looks at her expectantly.
"When did you first start to like me?" Sam asks, trying to distract herself by snatching away the chocolate, unwrapping the wrapper, and stuffing it into her mouth.
"Well, Sammy." Freddie says with a grin, toying with her curly blonde hair. "You never told me the truth of when you first started to like me."
"Huh?" Sam felt something bubbling inside her. Did he know she had lied? "What do you mean? Of course I told the truth."
"Nooo you didn't," Freddie says, his voice rising to that voice he uses when he knows he's right. "That whole thing with me hitting my head on the fire hydrant...tell me the truth. Were you completely serious?"
"Well..." Sam looked away. "I honestly don't know when I started to like you. It was kind of always there. I hated seeing you with other girls...but I didn't know until you got hit. So I wasn't completely lying."
Freddie just smirks. "I see said the blind man." He says in a fake wise voice.
"Now wait a minute," Sam narrows her eyes at him. "Now it's your turn to spill."
"Oh, I couldn't possibly!" Freddie raises his voice to imitate Sam's. She shoves his arm and he smiles. "Alright, alright. Brace yourself, Puckett."
"Brace myself for what?" Sam says, blinking.
Freddie looks into her eyes. "You remember when I dated Carly?"
Sam looks at him. Where was he going with this? "Yes..." she says warily.
Freddie nods to her, still toying with her hair. "Well, you told me the truth about it. How it was Hero Worship...and how I was only 'bacon' to her. So I broke up with Carly."
"Yeah, and where is this going?" Sam asks, sounding a bit frustrated. Why does he want to keep talking about Carly? What does she have to do with anything?"
"Well, my stupid Sophmore self would have normally sobbed over that. But he didn't. And you know why?" Freddie looks at her expectingly.
Sam blinks at him. "Why?"
"Cause' I realized that there was a certain blonde who had been there, the whole time. The one who cared enough to tell me about how me and Carly wouldn't work out. The one who was a true friend and wouldn't date me simply because I saved her life. And the one I"-Freddie gently pulls her closer, with Sam nearly quivering like she was when she was at Troubled Waters, and how he had shocked her and the world-"had begun to fall for."
Reality sets in, and Sam realizes what he's saying. "You've liked me since Sophmore year and you never told me?" Sam gasps.
"Mhm." Freddie grins. "Was that wrong?"
"Kind of!" Sam protests. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you would've ripped my guts out!" Freddie laughs.
"Yeah, well..." Sam looks away.
"If I asked you out in Sophmore year, you would of said yes?" Freddie asks her, his eyes widening.
"Maaaybe." Sam almost growls, refusing to meet his eyes. She remembered the turmoil she felt when Carly and Freddie were together, clinging to the fact that she knew they'd break up. She remembered watching them slowdance, how that tore at her heartstrings. She remembered how she dismissed this all as being high.
"Well," Freddie says indifferently. "It would of been a lot easier for both of us if we had told the truth."
"With no puzzles." Sam agrees softly.
"I don't see how it matters." Freddie says, his voice sounding stronger. "Because we're together now."
Sam pulls him closer. She felt her heart stop, feeling him against her. "I won't let anything break us up," she murmurs.
"I won't allow it," he responds, sounding smitten.
The few sips of an energy drink have faded away, leaving a smaller, not as heavy crash. She lets her eyelids close, feeling Freddie still pressed up against her. She holds onto that as she falls asleep, feeling herself swirl into the violet dreamworld.
But how can she dream if she's already in Heaven?