A/N: This was a fun chapter to write! Every chapter is steadily getting longer. Keep checking back often, I'm writing constantly and I will probably post another chapter this afternoon. Ciao!
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly. I do not own the Groovy Smoothie. The amazing set designers do. Or do they? Who owns the set? Oh, I guess just "Nickelodeon." Right? Like, the "Network?"
Sam POV
I don't know what I did. What did I do? Like I said, I don't know. So shut up. Carly texted me nine times. Freddie texted me once. It was just a quick "sorry Sammy." But sweet Carly kept sending me apology notes and comfort letters.
"You just keep tuggin', pushin', pullin', on my little heartstrings! Got me all tied up in knots, anyt— " I flipped open my phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey." That deep voice only belonged to one person I know.
"Hi, Freddie."
"Listen, Sam...we need to talk."
"No really? Groovy Smoothie. Be there in ten minutes."
"Okay. Bye. Love you."
I froze.
Freddie POV
WHAT THE H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEYSTICKS DID I JUST DO?!? We were getting along JUST FINE. God. I mentally kicked myself. Why did I have to say that?
I realized Sam was still on the phone. "Oh...umm...Sam?"
"Yes. I'm still here."
"Er...that kind of just slipped out."
"I noticed that. Goodbye, Freddie."
"Wait! Oh my God, no, Sam! Don't detach from me forever! I'm so sorry!"
I can imagine her looking at the phone in confusion and disgust.
"Fredweird, I was just saying goodbye. I'll see you at the Groovy Smoothie." She muttered the last few words. "Nub..."
I pretended I hadn't heard her and hung up.
Sam POV
Oh my God the dork loves me.
Now there was only one question. Do I love him?
Haha.
HAHA.
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Nub.
Freddie POV
I sighed and set my PearPhone down. Why do I love her so much? Oh yeah, the kiss. THE kiss. The KISS.
I know she feels the same way too. Maybe she doesn't know it, but deep down—VERY, very deep down—she likes me. Maybe.
The Groovy Smoothie was packed, as usual. Gibby was sitting with some girl, hand in hand. Oh wow, I feel really sorry for her.
I searched around for Sam. I finally see her. She was sitting at a table in the far corner of the shop, apparently texting someone on her PearPhone. I attempted to make my way over to her, but the huge crowd prohibited me from doing exactly that.
Sam POV
Fingers flashing, I quickly typed a text to Carly.
carls, the nub is approaching me. wat do i do?
I pressed send and waited for a response. It came about thirty seconds later.
freddie's there? oh yeah, he was gonna meet u. well..umm..jst stay there. tlk to him...
I rolled my eyes. Typical Carly. Just 'talk everything out.' I sighed and decided to try her method.
Freddie POV
Finally! I push through the last person and sit down on the seat across from Sam.
"Hey."
"Hello, Fredward. Fancy seeing you here." I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, Sam, I just happened to come here." My tone was overly sarcastic.
"Well, that's great for you! Now, I'm done talking. Ciao!" She got up and started to walk away.
"I-what? Wait! Sam. Seriously, stop. We have got to talk."
She sighed. "Okay. Yes, we do have to talk. About us." She had said this all without facing me. She slowly turned around, biting her lip in that cute way.
Did my ears deceive me? Did I just hear Sam Puckett say we had to talk 'about us?' I nodded as she sat down. "Right. Now, er...how do I start?"
"Well, you said you liked me. Then you said you loved me. Sorry, but that feeling's not that mutual."
"Oh. I see. Well...er..." She hit me on the head.
"Stop stuttering! That's so annoying, I can't even understand you."
I ignored her. "Well...Sam, willyougoonadatewithme, please?"
"Freddie, I told you. No—"
"Sam. Please?"
She eyed me. "Will you shut up?"
"Yes."
"Will you stop asking me?"
"Yes."
"You won't think that I like you back, will you?"
"No, no, no. Of course not."
"Fine. We can can come here tomorrow after school. You can buy me a smoothie." She shrugged. "Free food, what's there to loose?"
I grinned and stood up. "Thanks, Sammy."
"Yeah...don't call me that."
I snapped my mouth closed. "Right."
Sam POV
The dorkwad was taking me on a date. The dorkwad was taking me on a date. The dorkwad was taking me on a da—
"Hey Sam!" An overly-cheerful voice bounced over to me. My tone was low and monotonous.
"Hello, Freddie."
"Ready to go on the date?" NO NO NO FREDWEIRD I HATE YOU SO MUCH NO NO NO.
"Yeah, sure. Let me put my books away." I swung open my locker, threw my books in, and slammed it shut. "Let's go." Sighing, I followed the dork.
The walk to the Groovy Smoothie felt like my impending doom. Each step was harder for me to take. Oh my God, I was going on a date with Fredwina Benson.
MWAHAHAHA!! Stopped at a good point, didn't I?
Yup, the next chapter will be their date. What will happen? Will Sam get mad and leave? Will she start to like Freddie?
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