A/N: What is this? AN UPDATE? You probably thought that I abandoned this story, and I'm so so so so so soooooo sorry for that! My procrastination is such a problem & high school has gotten me pretty busy D: My New Year's resolution will be to update my stories frequently! I hope this chapter makes up for the VERY long break I took!
Disclaimer: What? I don't own iCarly? You mean me owning it was just a dream? Oh fudgemonkies.
-Fredward's POV-
I don't think I've ever been so afraid in my life. Sam was glaring at me with such a fierce intensity that I thought I was going to magically catch fire. If I didn't say something soon then I was going to be in big trouble. I racked my brain for an excuse as to why I would have her notebook, without getting my head chopped off. Should I just tell her the truth? That I just found it in our Honors History class and just so happened to look through it and stumble upon her love song? Nope, I'll definitely get my head served on a silver platter if I tell her that. I hesitantly gulped as I looked back at the notebook then back at her intimidating face. I did this about five times before someone spoke.
"Well, Fredwina, spit it out!" Sam said with such force I felt myself shrink back a bit.
I gulped, "Well you see, I-"
BRRRIIIINNNNNGGGG!
Talk about being saved by the bell. I'd have to thank whoever made the bell system for their marvelous timing.
I gave a thankful sigh as Sam sneered a bit before taking her seat on the other side of the room. Our teacher got up from her desk to start her daily rant. She started talking about some odd play before I finally drowned her out for the first time this school year. What am I going to do? I have to tell her eventually. Maybe I can just say Carly found it and told me to bring it to her. I shook my head at that thought; I couldn't bring Carly into this mess, she has enough to worry about.
I looked down to the notebook in my lap, then back at Sam who was surprisingly paying attention to the teacher. But most importantly, she wasn't even looking at me. I quietly opened the notebook, trying to make as little sound and movement as possible, and flipped to the page where Sam song was located. The teacher then said something extremely funny, for the class busted out with laughter. I took this moment to rip out the papers as quickly as I could. Then, with one last glance at Sam who was currently calming down from the laughter, I folded the papers up, stowed them in my pocket, and quietly closed the notebook and put it back on my desk.
"Alright, the time is yours! Use it wisely." The teacher said as the class began to group up.
I scanned the room quickly for Sam. My eyes finally landed on her making her way over to me, pushing a few people out of the way in the process. I gulped, here it goes.
"So, Fredison, are you going to tell me why you have my notebook, or do I need to beat the answer out of you?" Sam said with that same threatening tone as before.
"Well, you see Sam, I noticed that you left it on your seat during 2nd period, so I grabbed as I headed out. I planned to give it to you during Brunch, but I guess I forgot." I managed to choke out, hoping she didn't see that I left out my going through her notebook.
She gave me a look, a look that said 'I don't know if I believe you, but I'll take it for now', and grabbed her notebook from me. I held my breath, hoping she wouldn't go through the notebook, finding that I ripped out a certain love song that she wrote. I gave a sigh of relief as she headed back over to her partner, not taking one look at the contents of the notebook. Even though I was relieved, I couldn't help but slump back in my chair; if what Carly said was true, that Sam really did write that song about me, it sure didn't seem like it. Just when I thought I was going to into a Sam-loving induced coma of despair I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked up, noticing Alison right above me. 'Oh yeah,' I thought, 'I'm in class.'
"Hey, Alison," I said, cringing at how depressed my voice sounded.
She gave me a quizzical look as she said, "Why are you so depressed, Freddie?"
"I'm in love with a person that would rather punch me in the stomach than consider going on a date with me."
"You're in love with Sam?" Alison whispered.
My eyes widen with shock. Did I make that statement too obvious? I turned in my chair so that I was facing her completely. She had a sly smile on her mouth, the kind that makes you think they're up to something (which she probably is). My mouth was hanging open as I struggled to make out a reply. I wasn't going to deny that I was in love with Sam, because heck, I'm pretty sure I've subconsciously been in love with that meat loving girl since the day I met her, but I wasn't going to admit it either. Having Carly know was worrisome enough, I couldn't let Alison know too!
I gave off a nervous laugh, "Wha-What makes you think that?"
"Intuition," she said as she tried to stifle a giggle.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said as I forced out a laugh as we began to get to work.
We ran lines a few times before getting to work on the blocking for our scene. But throughout the whole process, I couldn't help but notice how happy Sam looked while working with her partner, Kayla. She was smiling, laughing, and honestly looked like she was having a good time. I smiled; it was good to know that Sam had a class to enjoy herself in without causing bodily harm to others. Even if I wasn't the guy Sam was talking about in her song, I'd love for her to finally be with him, even if it would hurt me. Just seeing her authentically happy would suffice for not actually being with her.
I wonder what it would be like to really be with her; to be her boyfriend and for her to be my girlfriend. Would we be the lovey-dovey couple that makes you sick but happy at the same time? Nah, Sam has too much pride to be in that kind of relationship. If you think about it, Sam doesn't seem like the type to be in a full on relationship; the type of relationships where the couples hold hands and have adorable yet embarrassing nicknames for each other. I can see her as the type of person to acknowledge that they have a boyfriend, but not really go overboard with it. Yes, we'd go on dates, but instead of going to the movies we'd probably go to an all you can eat meat buffet. And instead of the lovey-dovey couple nicknames, she'd still insult me on a daily basis. Sam isn't a typical girl, so she wouldn't be a typical girlfriend either. And that's what I love about her.
"Is something wrong Freddie? You seem really distracted." Alison said, stopping mid-line.
"Huh? What makes you say that?" I ask, breaking from my thoughts.
"Well, I recited your queue about ten times. What's up?" she said as she sat down on top of the desk.
I sighed, taking a seat on a nearby chair. "I'm just confused."
"About?"
"Girls, you know, the usual thing guys wonder about."
She gave me a thoughtful look, and then quickly glanced at Sam. I could tell that she knew about my feelings for Sam, but I also knew that she's too good of a person to tell anybody about it (which I was very appreciative of.)
"You should just go for it." I heard Alison say after a few moments of silence.
"What?"
"Just tell her how you feel, the first mistake guys make is that they're too afraid of getting rejected. Just think, the worst thing she can do is say she doesn't like you back. But you never know, once she knows that you like her, she may start to develop feelings back, and if she already liked you from the start, then you just hit the jackpot. But if you don't tell her, then she'll eventually move on to a new guy, and then you'll have lost your chance."
I think about what she said. Should I take the risk of telling Sam what I feel? If she really does like me back then this could be a chance to start something special, something that you don't get a second chance at. But if she doesn't like me back, then our friendship would be torn. It would be awkward and we'd go back to being frenemies. This wasn't how it was with Carly, with Carly it was just a puppy dog crush that could easily be bypassed, but with Sam it's totally different. My feelings for Sam are real, not just some feeling you could easily brush off. If I get this wrong, and Sam doesn't like me back, then everything would be so awkward, and she'd probably hate me even more. But if everything does work out, then that'd be something. Words couldn't describe how happy I'd feel if she truly did like me back. But should I risk our friendship for the chance to be in a relationship (that could last even till after high school) with her?
I smiled, finally coming to my conclusion.
"Thanks Alison." I said.
She smiled at me as the bell rang, and I knew why she was smiling, because she knows my decision.
"No problem."
I'm going to tell Sam that I'm in love with her.
A/N: Oh really do hope that this chapter made up for my absence! I know it's short, but I wrote this at 3:22 and I really didn't want to risk the plot bunny jumping away from me. Please review! It'd really make my day :D.
