Hey! Sorry it has been awhile! I won't go into detail as to why I haven't updated until now, because you probably want to get straight to the story, so, ENJOY!
Disclaimer: If I owned iCarly it wouldn't be ending in November and Seddie would be together. 3
Sam hung out with her sister for most of the morning after telling her about the situation. She comforted her and then mentioned that she needed to go pick up their mom from the clinic. So that left Sam to fend for herself.
She ended up getting dressed and heading over to Carly's. It seemed only logical. She had run out pretty fast the day before because she honestly couldn't face her best friend, Carly Shay, otherwise known as perfection in a nut shell. Because honestly, she was the complete opposite of Carly and it made her feel like a failure. Carly got the guys, she got the good luck. All Sam got was a marriage with the guy who she thought loved her and then turned around and tried getting back with Carly. Apparently she isn't allowed to be happy, somehow.
All these thoughts were running through her head as she walked in the bright, hot sun to her friend's house. Once she entered the building she felt the relief of the air conditioning. Lewbert started yelling at her to get out of his lobby and something about his mother, but she ignored him and made her way to the elevator. Then, just as the elevator door was closing a hand reached out and stopped it.
In walked the last person she wanted to see. Her husband. It was hard to wrap her mind around that word, and it made her mentally shutter.
He saw Sam and hesitated, but stepped in anyway.
"Going to Carly's?" He said, trying to make small talk as the doors close, entrapping them.
"Don't. Just don't, Freddie. I'm not in the mood to talk to you, and just because some paper says we have to supposedly talk means nothing to me." Her tone was colder than ice.
Freddie couldn't take it anymore. He turned and looked at her, then reached over and hit the emergency switch, stopping the elevator.
"Why'd you do that, you nub?" Sam said, anger growing in her voice.
"Oh no, Puckett, don't play the anger card with me. I am sick and tired of it!" Freddie's face was turning red from anger. Even Sam backed up a bit. "You have done nothing but give me the cold shoulder ever since the pear store incident! Look, I'm sorry, okay?" He looked on the verge of crying, but held the tear back well.
Sam looked taken aback momentarily, then stepped forward right in Freddie's face. "You're Sorry? Sorry for publicly humiliating me? I thought you thought higher of me, Freddie, but I guess deep down you never could get past my history." She backed up and looked away from him.
"Sam! You humiliated me! You just walked in like it was your business, and showed me up!" Freddie was still being abrasive, but had pulled back a bit.
"You…you don't get it, do you? I wasn't trying to show you up! I was just…never mind! This conversation is over." She reached past Freddie and hit the button. They felt the jolt of the elevator moving once more. "And don't try talking to me again unless you are going to get over yourself. It is something you need to learn."
When the elevator came to a stop, she pushed past him and walked down the hallway. He followed slowly behind her. When she got to Carly's door she knocked for a split second, then opened it and slammed the door behind her. She finally let the tears spill out.
Freddie quietly came up to his door and opened it, walking in and closing the door quietly. He ran his fingers in his hair and slid down the door until he was sitting there, just staring at his couch. He held back his tears, but his anger took over. He grabbed his mom's favorite vase sitting by the door and chucked it at the floor, shattering it into a million pieces. He then put his forehead on his knees, hiding his face from the mess.
Carly wasn't downstairs, but when she heard her door slam, she ran from the iCarly studio down to her living room to see her blonde friend standing with her back to the door, tears streaming down her face.
"Oh my god, Sam…" She came down the last step, walking over to Sam and let her friend wrap herself around her shoulder. She cried into her shoulder as she rubbed circles on her back.
She pulled away and looked at Carly. "I can't do this. He is killing me, Carly. I want to tell him so bad. I need to tell him."
Carly's eyes went wide. "You can't do that, Sam. You don't know how he will react."
"Carly. He needs to know that I heard him talking to you. I heard him practically profess his love for you again." She said, practically crying again.
Carly's forehead crinkled. "Sam, he just asked if it was too late for me to love him. And obviously it is. I would never do that to you, plus I don't like him like that."
"That is close enough, Carls! He just, he doesn't care anymore. He wants nothing to do with me." She mumbled, walking out of Carly's reach and sitting on the couch. She looked up at Carly who was now lingering over her. She then whispered the next sentence "This needs to end." She looked down "I need to…we need a divorce lawyer." Her chin trembled, tears falling again.
Carly sat down next to Sam and placed her hand on her shoulder. "I know Sam. I have already been looking into it…there are several choices-" She was cut off by Sam moaning loudly and falling against the back of the couch and looking at the ceiling. The tears just wouldn't stop. Carly tried to keep talking, but the concern was showing on her face nonetheless. "We are going to have a lot of paper work to do…" she trailed off as she saw just how upset Sam was.
Her eyes closed, her mouth was clamped shut, and every few seconds you would hear her hold back a sob. "Carly, just stop, this is not something I want to talk about anymore, at least not right now."
"Sam, I know this is really difficult, but this needs to be done sooner rather than later. The longer we wait the harder it will be." Carly stood up and walked over to her computer and pulled up the most recent lawyer she was looking at. "This lawyer has years of practice. She really knows what she is doing. She could have it taken care of in a matter of weeks-" Carly turned and saw Sam curled in a ball, fast asleep on her couch. She walked over and put a blanket on her and walked back upstairs to the iCarly studio.
Freddie had just finished cleaning up the pieces of the vase when someone walked in. He panicked and looked up to see T-Bo walking in.
"Oh man, T-Bo, you seriously scared the crap out of me." He got up and threw the last of the vase in the trash and tied the bag up.
"Hey man, whatcha break?" He questioned, going to lounge on the couch.
"My mom's favorite vase." He stated while checking his hands to make sure he hadn't cut himself.
T-Bo jumped up. "Well-hey, I forgot I was going out for the night-I'll see ya later, Freddie." He ran out the door and slammed it before Freddie could even react.
Freddie simply rolled his eyes after a few moments. He walked to his room and went to change his shirt, he had got a tear in this one and if his mom came home that night and found it, he was toast.
He stripped his shirt and opened his closet. He reached in and grabbed a shirt, slipping it over his head. At that moment, something light fell from a shelf in his closet. He curiously picked it up off the floor and walked over to his desk, unraveling it.
It was his old picture of Carly. It used to hang in his closet door, until he started dating Sam. Even a bit before that he had decided it was a good idea to take it down. He had stopped having those sort of feelings for Carly.
Even now, he didn't feel that way. He looked over the poster, rolled it up, and just stared at it in his hand.
He then grabbed the roll in both of his hands and easily tore it in half. He threw it at the trash can and walked over and promptly fell back on his bed.
The tears finally fell.
Why was he so stupid? Why did he ever think his plan would work?
He saw Sam that day when they found out about Gibby's restaurant. He saw her standing in just ear shot of him and Carly and it came out of his mouth.
"Is it too late for you to love me?"
He saw the pain on her face instantly.
And when Sam confronted him about it he purposely lied - badly, at that - so she would be upset.
Then the other incidents, when he was being mean to her. But every time he was mean to keep his own heart from breaking in half because of the look on her face, the words kept echoing in his head.
"Maybe one day if you get a little more normal."
"Or if you get a little more abnormal."
Sam was being nicer to him, she figured it was her trying to be normal. Then he realized he was still being himself, and not like her.
He figured he had to be more like Sam, or she would slip away from him. So he started being mean to her.
Unfortunately all that had done was backfire on him…
She only hates him now.
They went from being friends, to enemies. It was almost like starting the cycle over again and he didn't want to do that.
How could he possibly tell her that he still loved her beyond belief?
He closed his eyes and before he knew what was happening he felt a weight on the edge of his bed.
He opened his eyes and looked over to see Sam lying next to him on her side, smiling at him.
Before he could comprehend anything, she was leaning in and he found himself leaning in too.
Just as her lips were about to touch his, Boom!
Freddie jolted up off the bed.
He had day dreamed the whole thing. Great.
He needed to fix this.
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