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Ch4

"Thank God you're here, I was about to chop my arm off for something to do." Freddie and Sam both entered Carly's apartment. The smell of polish hit them as they entered; Carly tended to clean when she was bored.

"Where's Spencer?" Sam asked, looking around.

"At Socko's, playing on a new video game or something. Do you want a drink?"

"Yes please." Freddie and Sam said in unison. They then both went and sat on the couch. Carly brought over their drinks and sat down next to them.

"So, what've you two been up to?"

Sam glanced over at Freddie.

"Nothing much. Just, hanging out with the Nub."

"Oh. And what did hanging out involve?"

"We just… drank smoothies." Sam mumbled.

"And we went back to hers and watched a film." Sam glared at Freddie, warning him not to say any more. He was hardly going to say then we stopped watching the film and made out on the couch, but he made sure his lips stayed shut.

"Can I talk with you for a sec Carls?" Sam said. "Alone?"

"Yeah, sure. Go upstairs, I'll be there in a minute." Sam ran up to Carly's room. As soon as she was out of earshot, Carly turned to Freddie.

"Do you think she's going to tell me?"

"I don't know. Just act surprised, remember, or she'll get suspicious that I already told you."

"Right. Surprised, got it."

She ran up the stairs after Sam. Freddie sat nervously twiddling his thumbs for what felt like hours. He suddenly heard stomping coming down the stairs.

"YOU TOLD HER?" Carly had obviously not acted surprised enough.

His instincts cut in. He made for the door as fast as he could, but Sam was quicker. She ran in front of him and pushed him over.

"Ow, Sam!"

"You told her? How could you, I told you not to tell her!"

Carly had only just reached the bottom of the stairs. "It's not his fault! Sam, he asked advice, he didn't know what to do. I'm your best friend; I'd have expected you to have told me anyway!"

Sam grabbed Freddie and pulled him up. He backed away as she advanced towards him.

"I trusted you!"

"This is Carly we're talking about; we couldn't keep it from her! Sam, she's your best friend, you couldn't expect us to kiss behind her back again and not tell her."

"Thankyou Freddie." Carly said, walking towards the two of them. "Sam, it's ok. I'm happy for you, I really am! It's nice that you feel something other than hatred towards Freddie- I mean, it's a shock, but it's really nice. Please don't be angry at Freddie, he really likes you."

Sam looked from Freddie to Carly, and then relaxed.

"Ok fine. I'm… sorry."

"I'm sorry too." Freddie said. "You can trust me, from now on; I'll never break a promise."

"Aww!" Carly started squeaking in an alarmingly high pitch and jumped up and down. Both Sam and Freddie rolled their eyes and went to sit on the couch.

"You two are both so cute!"

"Cute?" Sam repeated, with a look of disgust on her face. Freddie laughed.

"Wait a second." Carly advanced on Sam quickly. "What's that?"

"What's what?" Carly pointed her finger at Sam.

"On your neck?"

"Nothing."

"Let me see."

"No!"

Carly jumped on top of Sam. Sam resisted but gave up when Carly managed to move Sam's hair out of the way of her neck.

"Why d'you have bruises all over your neck?"

"I… got beaten up badly."

"Liar, they're mouth-shaped!"

"I got beaten up by someone's… mouth?"

Carly looked over at Freddie who had gone the colour of beetroot.

"Freddie?" Carly gave Freddie a stern look.

"What do you want me to say? I think you've figured out what they are!"

Carly jumped off Sam, who quickly covered her neck back up with her hair. Carly looked from Freddie to Sam and back again a few times, before a wide grin appeared on her face.

"I'm guessing you two weren't paying much attention to that movie then?"

"Nah, we turned it off. It was boring."

"And you thought a better way to spend your time was to suck on each other's necks?"

"Nope, actually Freddie did all the sucking. I just lay there and enjoyed it."

Carly looked torn between amusement, disgust and excitement.

"This is so great you guys! If someone asked me one thing in the world I thought would never happen, it would be you two becoming a couple!"

"Whoa whoa whoa. Not just quite ready for the whole 'couple' thing."

"Ok fine. But do you think you will, get together, and stuff?"

Freddie looked at Sam for her approval to say something, and she nodded.

"Yeah, we think so."

Carly gave out the biggest squeal yet, to which Sam cupped her hands over her ears.

"Jesus Shay, are you trying to deafen us?"

"Sorry, I am just so excited!"

"Yeah, we can tell!"

"So when are you going to tell your Mom?" Freddie looked at Carly as if she was mad.

"Err, like, never!"

"Freddie…"

No way! She hates Sam! If I told her we were going to go out, she would personally make sure Sam wasn't physically able to go out. And by that, I mean she'd kill her!"

"No way would she kill me, I could take her any day…"

"Either way, as you can see Carls, it is not a good idea that I tell her."

"You're going to have to tell her some day!"

"I might do, but that day won't be any time soon. Maybe when she's old, and deaf. She might not hear me when I tell her!"

"Oh very funny." At that moment, Spencer walked in the door.

"Hey kids. Socko bought the wrong game; he just went to return it. Looks like I'm here hanging out with you guys for the rest of the afternoon. So, what's up?"

Carly looked at Sam and Freddie, who both shook their heads violently at her. She ignored them.

"We have something very important to tell you."

"No we don't!" Freddie stood up in front of Carly, and smiled at Spencer.

"What's going on? I feel left out!" Spencer pulled a sad face.

"We're gonna have to tell him." Sam said seriously, turning to Freddie.

"Ok fine. The reason Sam was acting strange was because… something happened on the fire escape that I wasn't expecting. And then it led to more of the same sort of thing and now… here we are."

"I'm so confused!"

"Look, Spencer!" Sam took over from Freddie to explain, who had managed to make Spencer more confused than he was to start with. "I kissed Freddie yesterday. Then he spent the night at mine… nothing like that happened!" She suddenly shouted, as she saw the look on Spencer's face. "We fell asleep talking. Then again today, he came around to mine. We've… kinda decided to get together. We both like each other and… yeah."

Spencer's face went through just about all of the different expressions he had ever pulled.

"But you hate each other?"

"We thought we did. But we don't."

"And you won't beat Freddie again?"

"I'll try not to." Sam said with all seriousness.

Spencer started squeaking and jumping up and down in a very similar way to his sister. Sam and Freddie stepped back in alarm. Carly joined in jumping up and down and squeaking.

"It's like a freak show; see the squeaking spazzy Shay siblings, roll up!"

"Sam!" Freddie tried to scold her but she scowled at him and he smiled weakly back at her.

"This is so cute, you guys!" Spencer ran up to them and hugged them tightly.

"Eurgh, enough with the cute!" Sam could barely speak with Spencer clinging on to her so tightly.

"Spence, you're crushing my ribs." Freddie wheezed as Spencer finally let them go.

"When are you going on your first date?" Spencer was acting like a ten year old girl.

"Date? Eww, I dunno."

"C'mon Sam, you have to go on a date to get to know each other." Carly interrupted.

"I don't need to get to know him! We've been friends for over four years now. What isn't there to know? He's a nerd, he wears anti-bacterial underwear and he shops at ."

"You only know one side of him. You've hated him for four years, so you don't know the friendly side of Freddie."

"I think she knows the friendly side of me fine." Freddie spoke up.

"Oh, so you don't want to go on a date either? Every couple does it!"

"Yeah, but I don't think we're going to be like 'every couple', are we?"

"That's true."

"Look Carls, let us do it our own way. A way that will work for us."

"Ok then, fine. I am really proud of you two."

"For what?" Freddie and Sam once again spoke in unison.

"For putting aside your differences and becoming friends. Better than that, more than friends! It's going to do wonders for iCarly. Our viewers will be so happy when they find out!"

"You're going to tell them?" Sam had a look of panic on her face.

"What's wrong with that?"

"I don't know, but please don't."

"Come on Sam, the viewers will love it! You know all this Seddie junk that's flying around the internet; they'll be throwing huge nerd parties across the country when they find out…"

"That's exactly what I don't want! I don't need to become 'Seddie', it's ridiculous. We are two people, not one. I hate the whole 'Seddie' and 'Creddie' thing…"

"Ok fine, whatever. But we're still telling the fans. We owe them that, they watch us every week!"

"Ok, fine. Tell them. But if I ever get referred to as 'Seddie', then I swear…"

"It won't happen! Don't worry; I'll make sure it doesn't. How about you Freddie, are you ok with me telling the viewers?" Freddie, who for the past few minutes had been staring at Sam, oblivious to what was being said, snapped back to reality. "What?"

"Never mind." Carly said, flopping back down on the sofa. Spencer was listening half-heartedly. The sudden drama had obviously become boring for him.

"I think I'd better be going back home." Freddie said, looking at his watch. "I'll see you tomorrow?" He turned towards Sam.

"You'd better. I'll be here."

"Ok good." He kissed her quickly on the lips. Both Carly and Spencer were watching with dewy eyes.

"Bye guys." He said, smiling at them and waving. They just continued to stare at him as he made his way out of the room. Mind you, so did Sam. She couldn't keep her eyes off him.

Freddie found his Mom cleaning the kitchen. He decided he needed to speak to her, just to assure her that nothing fishy was going on. But he meant it when he told Carly that he had no intentions of his Mom ever finding out about Sam.

"Hey Mom."

"Freddie! Where have you been?"

"Just at Carly's!"

"Doing what?"

"Just hanging out like we always do."

"Was Sam there?"

"Yeah, it was me, Carly, Sam and Spencer."

"Spencer is irresponsible. It's always amazed me how Spencer has been trusted with looking after a minor. I certainly wouldn't trust him to look after a child for however many years he's been looking after Carly!"

"Spencer's not that bad Mom! Carly's turned out ok hasn't she?"

"Yes I suppose so. So Carly still isn't interested in you?"

"Mom! We're just friends."

"Well I don't know, you always used to have a big thing for her! Remember that poster you had of her in your room?"

"I took that down over a year ago!" It was true; he did have a poster of Carly in his room when he was younger. Sam used to tease him mercilessly about it. He replaced the poster with a big picture that Spencer took of him, Carly and Sam in the iCarly studio.

"You know Freddie, I don't think it's a good thing you hang around with those girls so much. You need some boys your own age to hang around with."

"I hang around with Gibby!"

"Yes, but I mean normal boys. Who wear shirts."

"Gibby wears shirts some of the time!"

"Yes, but the rest of the time he walks around half naked!"

"Mom, I don't need any more friends. I've been friends with Carly and Sam for years now, and you've never been that bothered. Why are you suddenly so against it?"

"Because I've realised you're not a baby anymore!" About time, Freddie thought.

"So if I'm not a baby, I can make my own choices about who I'm friends with!"

"But Freddie, the only reason boys your age hang around with a girl is if they like them in a certain way. It's not normal for your two best friends to be girls!"

"It is normal; Mom loads of guys have friends that are girls!"

"Even so, Freddie I don't want you spending all your time with them for the rest of the summer. Maybe you should hang out with Gibby if there's really no other boys that you're friends with."

"No Mom that isn't fair."

"Life's not fair Fredward. Now I need to find my antibacterial spray, you didn't get sprayed properly…"

"I had a shower!"

"Water doesn't kill germs!"

Freddie ran into his room and locked the door behind him. He loved his Mom, but right now he was so angry he didn't think he could stand being in the same room as her for the rest of the night. He kicked his dresser in frustration, but he hurt his toe so he sat on his bed instead. How could his Mom tell him who he could be friends with? What did she know? She had no idea for the feelings he had for Sam. Even if he didn't love her, which he had decided he definitely did, his best memories of the past few years of his life were spent with Sam and Carly. He couldn't just give up being friends with them overnight.

The next morning, Freddie made his way over to Carly's early. His Mom was still asleep when he left, which he was hoping for as to avoid another confrontation. He knocked quietly on Carly's front door. There was no answer; he didn't want to wake them up. He rummaged in the plant pot near their door looking for a key but there wasn't one. He looked under the door mat and there wasn't one there either. He then checked on the ledge above the door. He found the key, and opened the door quietly. How Sam spent all these years breaking in without realising there was a spare key, he had no idea.

He walked over to the couch and was surprised to see Sam curled up on it under a blanket. He wondered why she wasn't sleeping in Carly's room. Her hair was all over her face. He brushed it to the side gently and tucked it behind her ear. He gently sat down next to her and watched her sleep for a few minutes.

"If she woke up she'd kick your butt for staring at her." Spencer was standing in his bedroom doorway half asleep.

"Which is why I'm being quiet." Freddie mumbled back.

"Not quiet enough." Freddie's eyes shot down and he saw Sam looking up at him.

"Hi."

"Good morning." She said sitting up, yawning and stretching. "What's for breakfast?"

"I got more bacon!" Spencer said, skipping into the kitchen.

"Bacon it is then."

"So Puckett, what do you want to do today?"

"I don't know Benson, what did you have in mind?"

"My Mom's out at an Aggressive Parenting conference until late. We could go back to mine and hang out."

"Sounds good. What about Carly, are we just going to leave her here on her own?"

"Spencer's here!"

"What about me?" Spencer came into the room when he heard his name.

"Nothing. You're here all day right?"

"Well, yeah I got nothing better to do."

"Cool. Now go watch the bacon before you set the kitchen on fire again."

Spencer ran back into the kitchen to check on the bacon. At that moment, Carly came down the stairs rubbing her eyes.

"Freddie, you're here already?"

"Yeah I am. Hey, I have a question."

"What's your question?"

"Why was Sam sleeping on the couch last night and not in your room?"

"She wanted to sleep on the couch."

"Why did you want to sleep on the couch?"

"I don't know. I like it down here. Besides, Carly snores."

"I do not!"

"You do so! Trust me Carls, it's like being in the same room as a pig when you're sleeping."

"Did you just call me a pig?"

"No, but you sound like one!"

"Sam, Sam I think she's tired. Let's not start an argument." Freddie patted Sam on the shoulder. Sam shut up.

Carly headed into the kitchen to get a drink. Freddie left her alone; something was obviously annoying her. He spoke to Sam instead.

"Don't you want to go home first before you come over to mine, to see your Mom?"

"Why would I want to see her?"

"No reason, maybe she's worried where you are."

"She's never worried about me, she doesn't care."

"I'm sure she does care about you, she's your Mom!"

"What would you know Frednub, you've got a Mom who cares about you, and sees you every day and worries about what you're doing."

"Don't remind me. I'm having Mom problems of my own right now."

"Like what?"

Freddie sighed. He could tell Sam, she'd understand. "My Mom yelled at me last night. She went on about how I don't have any friends that are guys, and it's unhealthy to be such good friends with girls. She said the only reason guys my age hang out with girls is if they like them a certain way."

Sam raised her eyebrows at him. "So you told her about you and me?"

"No, of course I didn't. I just told her there was no way she could stop me hanging out with you, but she's still going to try. I don't think she suspects anything about us though."

"Good. I don't need your crazy Mom coming after me in the middle of the night with an axe."

"She wouldn't do that. I don't think."

"I wouldn't put it past her."

Carly came and sat down next to them with her glass of juice.

"So, what are you two up to today?"

"We were just going to hang out here for a bit. Then go over to mine for a bit."

"Oh, and just leave me here on my own again!"

"You'll be with Spencer!"

"Yay, and watch him make his stupid sculptures all day."

"What's up with you Carls?"

"I'll tell you what's up with me Sam, I'm worried. You two are going to want 'alone time' now, and I'll be left out. I don't want to spend the rest of my summer with Spencer!"

"We won't leave you out all the time! We'll still spend plenty of time hanging out here."

"But I'm used to having you guys here all the time! Now what am I going to do?"

"Why don't you invite Gibby round?"

"Why would I invite Gibby round?"

"He's entertaining! And he's a nice kid, there's nothing wrong with him. Well, yeah there's a lot wrong with him. But you should ask him to come and hang out, give him something to do."

"Thanks Freddie, I might just do that."

"Who wants bacon?" Spencer came in with a plate piled high with bacon. The four of them spent the morning eating snacks and watching Girly Cow dvds. It was about midday when there was a knock at the door.

"Freddie! Freddie I need to talk to you!"

Freddie went and opened the door. "Hi Mom."

"I'm going away now to my meeting, I won't be back until tomorrow so I need to make sure you know where everything is in the fridge so you don't go hungry."

"Mom I'll be fine, I'll just stay over at Carly's."

"No Fredward, I forbid you to stay here. Do you remember our little conversation?"

"Mom! Please, let me stay here!"

"No Freddie, I won't. Spencer will come and check on you to see if you are alright. Now, I'll see you tomorrow. Behave yourself." She kissed him on the top of the head then lugged her suitcase into the lift. Freddie mumbled angrily to himself as he re-entered Carly's apartment and he shut the door.

"Ouch, what was that about?" Spencer had been listening in.

"Nothing. She doesn't want me to stay here tonight so I'll have to stay at home."

"Why?"

"Because… I dunno, she's started some weird thing about not being friends with girls. It's stupid, she'll get over it."

"Mmm, ok. Now let's watch some more Girly Cow!"

"I'm going over to my place for a bit Spence, I'll see you in a while." Freddie raised his eyebrows at Sam. She nodded slightly.

"I'm going over there too. See you guys in a bit." The two of them quickly walked out of the apartment, leaving Carly and Spencer to watch Girly Cow.

"So Fredweird, what do you have planned for the afternoon?"

"I don't know Sam, I was thinking about watching a film, but…"

"Ok, as long as we can turn it off after we've watched it for ten minutes."

"Deal." He quickly led her into his apartment and shut the door behind them. By the time he'd done this Sam was already on the sofa.

"So, what is it you want to watch?" He said, sitting down next to her.

"Yeah right Frednub, like we're really interested in watching tv." He smiled at her and she leaned over to him. It was his turn to lie on his back.

She gently grazed her lips with his, teasing him. He moved his hand to the back of her head and licked her lips gently as they kissed. They slowly made out, capturing every second of it. Their tongues danced together, as they heated up a bit. Sam then moved her hands to his head and pulled her head away. He moaned slightly in frustration.

"Samm…"

"Shh."

She moved her mouth down his neck and started to nibble at his neck. This time he moaned in pleasure, as she played gently with his skin, biting and sucking. She moved back up his neck and went to his ear with her mouth.

"How'd you like that Fredward?" She whispered seductively in his ear, biting on his earlobe. He moaned loudly back at her, unable to answer properly.

Sam felt brave, like she'd gained a new sort of energy. With a rush of adrenaline, she rubbed her hand gently down his chest and found the bottom of his shirt. Her fingers crept under it, and her hand made contact with the smooth skin on his stomach.

"Mmm." He moaned out loud. The effect she was having on him was something he'd never experienced before. She leaned down again to kiss him. He hungrily moved his lips against hers, taking in as much of her as he could. She moaned back at him, filling him with confidence to take over.

He grabbed her waist and flipped her so that she was lying on her back and he was over her. He ran his fingers through her hair. She looked up at him with wide eyes, waiting for what he was going to do next. He moved one hand to the bottom of her back and lifted her up slightly to him. He then kissed her passionately and rubbed his hips slightly against hers, making her shiver. He blanked his mind out, trying not to make the same mistake the first time they were making out on a couch.

He did the same again, and rubbed his crotch against hers. Her hips jerked up to his involuntarily. She moaned even louder and bit his lip. He was enjoying the effect he had on her so much he decided to try out something new.

He moved his hand to her chest and rubbed slightly over her breast. She trembled underneath him. He did it again with a bit more force, and he felt her tense up slightly underneath him.

"Mmm, Freddie."

"You want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop."

He did it again, cupping her breast in his hand. She wriggled a bit, and her hips started to jerk again. Their kiss had become so heated their heads were clashing together awkwardly as they ached for more of each other. Freddie let go of her breast so he could use his hands to lift her up to him more. He had one hand on her back and the other on her butt, lifting her hips up so he had as much access as he could get.

He rubbed his crotch against hers forcefully, as he did it took all of her strength not to completely jerk away from him as she felt her body tense up. There were warm tingly feelings spreading all through her body to her fingertips, and she ached for more.

"More, Freddie please."

Freddie was getting the same feelings, but again reached the point where things may get messy if he didn't stop.

"Sam, sorry but I can't." He eased off her and let her lay down flat again on the sofa. He moved her legs to the side, and sat down with her legs resting on his lap. Her chest was heaving up and down as she gasped for breath. He laid his head backwards, trying to breathe as steadily as he could.

"See… what you do to me?" He said to her, smiling.

"Sorry Frednub." Her eyes were closed as she was trying to catch her breath.

"No problem Puckett. Are you ok?" There was still sweat dripping down her forehead.

"All good. Just give me a minute."

She sat up next to Freddie and leaned against his shoulder, still panting. He put his arm around her and laughed.

"That's my workout for the day." He said.

"That's my workout for the week."

"So, do you wanna watch tv now?"

"Yeah, why not."

Freddie turned on the tv and X Factor was on. The two of them sat there, not paying much attention to the tv, just enjoying each other's company.

"Nub?" Sam said after a while.

"Yes?"

"Do we have to be nice to each other now?"

"I think so."

"But… does that mean I have to call you Freddie now?"

"Err… well yeah, but if it bothers you, I could live with the Fredweird. Or Fredface, or Frednub, or Freddork."

"Good. I mean, I don't want things to change too much. You're still the weak nerd I hated all those years ago. You just seem a lot cuter."

"Thanks… I think."

Freddie realised that getting together with Sam may not have made things easier. In fact, things just got a whole lot more complicated.