iAmBubbly Chapter 4, an icarly fanfic

I guess this fanfic thing is more of a summer thing...i have a lot more time in the summer (fingers crossed) so hopefully ill be writing a lot more..i switched PoVs which i cant remember if i was avoiding or not but i did it anyways...hope ya like it!

ps. the computer wont let me indent for somereason...idk why...so annoying, sorry!

"Sam…SAM…SAM. ANSWER ME, SAM," Freddie screamed into the phone. He figured she drunkenly hung up. At least, he hoped it was that, and nothing worse. He couldn't believe she would do this to herself. He knew she never did that sort of thing and was totally against it. Did I cause this? He though to himself, Was it my overreaction? God, why can't I control myself! But he tried to push all of these unanswered questions out of his mind. Time to find Sam.
Even though Freddie was never invited to these sort of things (since he wouldn't attend anyways it didn't matter), he had his ways of finding them. He stalked a couple social networks of those types of kids, and found some clues. One girl had already posted pictures from the party, and Freddie knew while she attended these events, she never actually drank herself. Her name was Tracy, and luckily, he had her number in his phone. He dialed her cell.
"Hey, Tracy," Freddie said when Tracy answered.
"Oh, hey, Freddie," Tracy responded, clearly shocked that Freddie was calling.
"I just was wondering if you could give me the address of where that party was tonight? I need to pick up a friend there," Freddie explained.
"Uh, sure, " Tracy said, and then proceeded to relay the address.

"Thanks so much!" Freddie said as he hung up the phone. Though Freddie only had his permit, he didn't care. His mom was away at an Aggressive Parenting Conference, and wouldn't be home for another two days (ironic, right?). Freddie ran down to the garage, and hopped in the car. He dialed the address in the GPS and zoomed off to where he would find Sam as soon as possible.

Luckily, the party was only ten minutes away. But in those ten minutes, guilt racked Freddie's brain. He couldn't stop thinking that his tantrum caused this whole mess. Man, he felt awful.

When Freddie got to the house, he parked quickly and ran into the house. It was disgusting. It was loud from the mixture of heavy rap and constant yapping from the party-goers, hot from the tens of kids piled in there, and smelled from the alcohol and B.O. All of this hit Freddie hard and fast, and even caused him to stagger a bit in the doorway, but he had to remember Sam. He pushed through the kids, searching everywhere for her. After about 5 minutes of searching, he found her. A drunken guy from their school named Pete looked like he was trying to put the moves on Sam. She clearly did not reciprocate the feelings, as he backed her into the wall of the room. Sam turned away as he got only two inches away from her. A horrible lurch in the pit of Freddie's stomach caused Freddie to rush over, and tap him on the back hard enough to get his attention.
"Wha?" Pete said as he slowly turned around. As soon as Pete's face was completely visible, Freddie punched him so hard across the face, that even Freddie was astonished at his strength. Sure, Freddie had gained quite a bit of muscle after the last year, but that was quite a punch. Pete fell to the floor unconscious. Freddie looked at Sam. In Sam's hazy eyes, he saw a flash of relief, followed by happiness, and finished with anger.
"Hey! Whatta youse doin hur?" Sam screamed, Freddie barely understanding.
"It's time to go, Sam," Freddie said calmly, holding out his hand. Sam shied away from his hand.

"No!" She said like an unruly toddler.
"Yes." Freddie said like a defiant parent. Sam attempted to run away, but Freddie quickly scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. Freddie again was amazed with his strength, but was glad that it was there. With Sam kicking and screaming on his shoulder and attempting to break free, Freddie raced out of the house and to his car. He gently laid her in the back seat and got into the drivers seat. At this point, Sam fell asleep in the back seat.
As Freddie parked in the garage of Bushwell Plaza, the clock had just struck 2 am. He carried the sleeping Sam up to his room in his apartment, and laid her on the bed. He didn't want to take her home, because he didn't know how her mother would respond. And he definitely could not take her to Carly's because he knew she would freak. He tucked her into the bed, and tried to leave as quietly as possible, but failed.
"Freddie?" Sam mumbled.

"Yes?" Freddie whispered back gently as he knelt on the floor next to the bed.

"'night-'night," She said.
"Goodnight, Sam," He said standing up.
"Wait, Freddie," She whispered again.

"Yes?" Freddie asked.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I-uh-love you, too," Freddie stammered as a response. He quickly turned to leave.
Freddie couldn't believe what she just said. Was it drunk babbling, or could it be true? I mean, sometimes drunks say things they don't mean, but sometimes they say things they are too scared to say , Freddie reasoned. We'll see tomorrow, Freddie said with about 400 other questions swirling in his head as he tried to drift of to sleep on the couch.

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