A/N: Oh gosh, you guys… all your reviews are making me sooo happy! Haha I don't really know what I want to happen yet (in the story) but I'm going to start writing anyways. Just because I owe to you all for the great reviews!
*Sam's POV
Disclaimer: Do I even have to say it? I don't own iCarly.
"We need to talk," I told him. As soon as the words rolled off my tongue, I regretted saying it. What did I have to talk to him about? I kissed him. He kissed me. Neither kiss meant anything. So why couldn't I sleep? Why did I sneak into his room at 3:24 in the morning? Did this mean it did mean something? I decided right then and there that I hated boys. They made me lose precious sleep over pointless issues. Ugh.
"About?" Freddie asked. His mom was in the bed next to him, so I took his arm and dragged him to the bathroom… much to his displeasure.
"Sam, I want to go back to bed," he whined the minute I closed the door. I knew I wasn't going to be able to actually talk to him while he was this tired, so I gathered some water from the sink in my hands and splashed him in the face.
"Arghh!" he yelled (and yes, kind of like a pirate). I shushed him.
"I'm awake," he stated miserably.
"Good. Now can we talk?" I asked. Freddie leaned against the wall, sighed, and replied:
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope."
"Ugh," he groaned. I grinned and sat on the counter.
"So what do you want to talk about?" he asked seriously. The moment was here. I had to somehow put everything I'd been feeling for the past few hours into real words. Was that possible?
"Well…" I began awkwardly. He folded his arms across his chest, telling me to get on with it. How dare that boy rush my thinking!
"Oh, you know what I want to talk about!" I whisper-shouted. He smirked but didn't say anything.
"So…?" I just wanted him to tell me what he thought so I could go to sleep and get on with my life.
"So what?" he asked, playing stupid.
"Fredward Benson, you keep this up and your head is in that toilet," I threatened. His smile fell and it was my turn to smirk. Oh, how I loved being able to control him so.
"Fine," he muttered, taking his weight off the wall and walking over to the counter to sit with me.
"I just- I want to know what you thought about… today," I said. I couldn't remember the last time I struggled to speak like that. I was always so sure of myself, and Freddie-dork of the century- was destroying that confidence. The world was slowly coming to an end.
"I think that plane ride was ridiculous, and the people here are pretty nice," he said honestly, nodding his head. I shot daggers at him with my eyes and he threw his hands up in defense. "I'm kidding! Well… not really..." I looked at him expectantly, and he finally got serious.
"Okay. On a whole, I thought today was weird on so many levels, but it was a really good day at the same time," Freddie answered calmly. Then he walked to the door of the bathroom and put his hand on the knob. He hesitated slightly before turning around and asking:
"What did you think about today?"
"I'm going to have to second what you said, Freddo," I replied.
He nodded, froze, smiled, and left.
Every one of those actions left me with a different but strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. He nodded because he understood. He froze because the reality of what he understood sunk in. He smiled because he liked it? And he left because he was too darn tired to stay up for another minute. After analyzing what he did, I analyzed my reactions. I was glad he understood, because I would have to flat-out tell him that I liked kissing him if he didn't. I was scared when he froze, because that represented the possibility that he didn't like kissing me. I couldn't describe what I felt when he smiled, because I was overwhelmed with emotions. I was sad when he left, for who knows what reason.
So basically, I had him figured out, but I was still a mystery! Great. I hopped off the counter, crept back into the room, and crawled into bed. The clock now read 3:29. Only 5 minutes had passed? I had learned so much! In fact, I felt like an entirely new person. The feeling was beyond anything I had ever felt. Was I maturing? Oh man, I was too young to mature! I quickly reminded myself that tomorrow, I would be at the iWeb awards, acting goofy and picking on Freddie. Just the usual. Nothing would be different.
Except for the fact that I kissed Freddie.
A/N: I kinda hate this chapter. I could never make it sound right. Plus, I had no idea where I was going with it. I was just improvising. There are so many things wrong with it. And why do I keep typing in really short, abrupt sentences? Lol by the way, sorry it's so short. I just think that's a good stopping point, and we got so into Sam's head that the info we learned is bigger than the other 2 chapters combined. Hmm just kidding, we didn't learn that much. But a lot, right? I hope you like where I'm going with it, even though I don't. Please tell me what you think! :)
