Many of you have commented on the rating being T. I have decided to change the rating to M. I'm not sure if it will be M rated material, but better to be safe than sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, if I did, it would've gone a lot differently!
Sam's POV
"Honey, I'm home!" I heard from the living room. Why? I thought to myself. Why does she have to walk in now, of all times? Why couldn't she have stayed out to all hours of the night like the normally does? But I couldn't get too caught up in my own disappointment at the situation. I had to act fast. I couldn't let my mother know what I had just been doing.
I wasn't happy about it, but what I was about to do, it had to be done. I shoved Freddie off of me and whispered in his ear "Climb out the window." He quickly complied and forced himself through the small hole in the wall. He looked at me with question in his eyes, but I didn't have time to answer him. I slammed the window shut quickly without a word. I then unplugged the tub so the water would drain out and stripped myself of my wet clothing. I grabbed my robe that was hanging on the back of the door and threw it around myself. Then with one swift motion, I flung the door open and nonchalantly walked into the living to greet my mother. "Hello mother," I said as I sat down on the couch, turning the television on.
"Daughter," was all she said. She walked back to her room and slammed the door shut. After a few quiet minutes I heard her bellow, "Make me a sandwich!"
I didn't really feel like getting into a fight, especially considering I had just had the best night I'd had in a long time. I clicked off the television, got up, and marched into the kitchen. I pulled all of the ingredients out of the fridge and pilled them into a pile on some bread. It looked more like something made in a fast-food joint than a sandwich, but seeing as she was probably drunk anyway, she wouldn't recognize the resemblance. I took the sandwich into her room and placed it next to her on the bed where she had taken residence, then quickly walked out of the room.
I went into my bedroom and lay on my bed to think about what had happened that night. It seemed like it had all been a dream, so I pinched myself to make sure I was awake. Ow, I thought to myself as I felt the slight pain on my arm. I guess I wasn't dreaming. Before I could think any more about the night I heard my phone buzz on the table across the room. Who was texting me at this hour? I hastily got up and got my phone, then flipped it open. "One new message," it said. I opened it, and sure enough, it was from Freddie. "What just happened?" he wanted to know.
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Freddie's POV
I wiggled through the tiny window and fell on my face; hitting the ground with a thump. I stood up and dusted myself off the turned around to face the window. I saw Sam flash a smile at me then slam the window shut. I guess she really didn't want her mother to know I was here, I thought. I walked to my car and started the engine, lucky for me it was a quiet one. I pulled away and headed for home. Even though I had just fallen out of a window and landed on my face, I sure was happy. I had just kissed Sam. I felt fearless. Well… except for taco trucks, those were still terrifying. But now I knew it for sure, Sam Puckett liked me, and I liked her. Hopefully things would just fall back into place and we could pick up where we left off when we broke up. I had a feeling things weren't going to be that easy though.
After what seemed like seconds I was back at my apartment building and walking up the steps to the front door. I quickly ran up the stairs and into my apartment. As soon as I got there I quietly made my way to my room and took off my wet clothes. I pulled on some pajama pants and climbed into bed. Seeing that it was only eleven PM, I decided to text Sam, I figured she would still be awake. "What just happened?" I asked her.
She quickly replied with "What do you mean; the kiss or my mother?"
"Both," I answered, very curious..
"Well, idk about the kiss. And I couldn't let my mother see you there, she'd be suspicious."
"Suspicious of what?" I asked.
"Us," was all she wrote.
"What do you mean? What's to be suspicious about?" I questioned. Why would she care if her mother knew I was there? She knew I hung out there all the time.
"I don't want her thinking that there is something going on between us."
"Why not? Isn't there something going on?" I asked. Did the kiss mean nothing to her? She seemed like she had wanted it. She even laced her fingers with mine.
"I'm not sure. Let's just see how things go, okay?" she asked. I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. See how things go? I didn't want to see how things go, I wanted to make things happen, I wanted to be with her again. But, I guess she didn't feel the same way about me.
"That's exactly what I was thinking," I lied. I waited for her to send another text, but half an hour passed and she never did, I guess she fell asleep.
We didn't talk at all the next day. Apparently her way of "seeing how it goes" meant not speaking to each other. It wasn't until i ran into her on Monday morning at school that we spoke. "Oh, uh, hi," she said as we stood in the hallway. She had Carly with her.
"Hey Freddie," Carly said.
"Howdy Carly, Sam," I said to them. We stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before Carly began to feel the tension.
"Is there something I should know…" she asked, looking from Sam to me.
"No! Nothing to tell," Sam quickly answered, a little too quickly, and loudly, to be true. Carly didn't look like she was buying it so I cut in.
"Are we still on for the gym today, Sam?" I asked, looking right into her eyes. I didn't get to for very long though because she broke her gaze at me and looked down at the floor.
"Uh… yeah," she answered slowly. "I'll meet you after school," she said before she walked off.
"What's up with her?" Carly asked. She knew something was up. I wanted to tell her the truth but it was obvious that Sam didn't want her to know. Must have been part of the "seeing how it goes."
"I don't know, but you know Sam, she's always acting weird for no reason," I quickly replied before I walked off too.
I rushed out of the school faster than I ever have that day. I raced to my car, where I found Sam leaning against it. "Hey," I said to her.
"Hi," she said with a smile.
"Ready for the gym?" I asked her. Why was she acting so different now than she was this morning?
"Yup," she answered, still smiling.
We both climbed into the car and I started it up. After a few minutes of silence I broke the ice. "What was that this morning? I asked.
"What was what?" she asked, as if she really had no idea what I was talking about.
"You acted so awkward…"
"Oh that. I don't know, I guess I was just in a weird mood," she answered with a shrug.
"Oh… ok," I said. I so didn't understand. We sat silently the rest of the ride to the gym. When we got there we walked to the door together, but before we walked inside she grabbed my hand and enlaced her fingers with mine. I gave her a questioning looked, but she didn't give me an explanation, she just tugged on my arm and walked inside. She pulled me right past the front desk and into the middle of the gym. She then dropped my hand and her bag and climbed onto a treadmill. I hesitated for a moment before I get on the treadmill next to her and began running.
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Sam's POV.
I wasn't sure why I was doing it but, I was messing with Freddie. I was Sam Puckett, I wasn't about to roll over a play dead. If he really wanted me, he was going to have to work for it.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I also hope that you review and put this story on alert!
~Saxie
