A/N: SUPER SUPER SUPER long chapter!! Oh my God, lots of things happen in this. Just tell me if you think I should split it into two chapters...
Boo-ya! 700 HITS!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!! *hugs hard* Anyways, I only have gotten two reviews, but I COULDN'T WAIT to upload this and see what you guys think. Oh yeah, thanks ESPECIALLY to "Why Do I Care" for agreeing to be my beta-reader. I would have her/him (sorry, IDK :D) read this, but 1. I couldn't wait, 2. she (I'm guessing WDIC is a she) isn't on right now, so there wasn't a chance of uploading it this night, and 3. I really love this chapter and I already had it written before she agreed to be my beta. SO yeah. But chapter 6, WDIC, it's all yours! :D Also, don't expect more long updates like this. I just had lots of time on my hands. XD OH YEAH one more thing. People might get confused as to why there are six chapters, but this is only called Chapter 5. Well, I have a very good answer for that. Chapter 1 was actually the Prologue. So chapter 2 was really Chapter 1. Geddit? :D Yeah, confusing.
Disclaimer: I have told you five times. NO I DO NOT OWN iCARLY. Is that clear? :D
Freddie POV
This is it. Now I can finally kiss the girl I love. I slowly laid my hand on her neck. Oh my God, it's so soft. I leaned forward, closing my eyes. She didn't resist.
We leaned closer and closer. Our lips are just millimeters apart.
"YOU CRAZY KIDS, GET A ROOM!" A tall, muscular man dressed in a doorman suit flung open the lobby doors.
"I SAID GET OUT OF HERE! GO, SHOO!!"
Sam and I looked at him in fear and I grabbed her arm and we run. A minute later we stopped and see the apartment a few blocks away.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Sam." I hung my head. "Why don't you just go home now."
Her voice was equally as quiet. "Okay. See ya, Freddie."
"Oh, and Sam?"
She looks hopefully in my direction. I hesitate for a second.
"Sorry for trying to k-kiss you. I won't do it aga—" I'm cut off by a warm body hugging me.
"Don't say sorry, Freddie. Didn't you notice that I didn't pull away?" She grinned and skipped back to the apartment building.
I just gaped at her retreating figure.
Sam POV
Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod. Freddie was going to kiss me. He was going to kiss me. I quickly dodged the angry doorman (he was still standing at the lobby doors, waiting to shoo us away with a –what was that—a broom) and ran around the apartment building, humming and skipping the whole way.
Why was I so...giddy? I mean, the dork tried to kiss me. Shouldn't I be angry?
Apparently I wasn't.
I ran up the rickety metal staircase and flung open our apartment's door.
"Is that you, Janice?" My mother was crazy. Looney. Messed in the head. Did I mention crazy?
I rolled my eyes. "No, Mom, it's me. Sam."
"Whatever Janice, I don't like you playing games with me. Oh, and by the way, I had to put some boxes of things in your room, sorry for taking up so much space." I groaned and traipsed to my room. I groaned again.
My room was tiny to begin with. Now, my small closet was stuffed with boxes, all my outfits pushed to one side. One side of the floor was completely covered in huge, heavy looking boxes. Great.
I sighed and flopped backwards onto my bed, slipping my phone out of my pocket.
"You've got mail!" The airy, cool female voice informed me of my seventeen text messages. Ha, they were all from Freddie.
I started at Number One and read them quickly.
hey sam it's me. i just wanted to say sorry for
The text stopped there.
sorry sam, it's me again. i meant to press backspace and i pressed send. stupid touch pads. anyways, i think we need to talk. about the kiss...or, almost-kiss. lol about the doorman.
I grinned and quickly pressed "Reply."
ya, we needa talk. let me just read the other messages....
Pressing "Send," I scrolled up through the other messages. They were all pretty much "sam we need to talk" over and over until I got to one particular one...
sam? are you there? please answer...
I rolled my eyes. Typical Freddie to freak out if I don't text him back for fifteen minutes.
okay. sam. call me, and hurry. i've gotta tell you something. it's really important. oh god sam, call me.
My eyebrows creased and I started to worry. What's wrong? I continued reading.
sam! GET OVER TO MY HOUSE NOW! stop reading this text and go!!!!
I debated whether to read or immediately run to Freddie's house. I decided to read. Maybe he was just kidding with me?
samantha! just get over here...oh god, i don't want to scare you...but carly's been in an accident. a car accident...
My heart nearly stopped. Shaking, I dropped my phone. Then I leapt up, grabbed it again, shoved on my sneakers, and ran out the door.
I ran as fast as I could to Freddie's apartment. I ran in the lobby—
"GET OUT OF MY LOBBY!!!" (I literally ignored Lewbert)
--and ran up the stairs. Running, running, running.
Panting hard, I banged on Freddie's door. His mother swung it open.
"Oh God, Sam, are you alright?!" She pulled me into a hug. I was confused for a second, then sort of appreciated the motherly attention. Then I realized it was Freddie's crazy mom and pulled away.
"Mrs. Benson, what's wrong with Carly? Where is she? I need to see her now!"
The woman blinked back tears. "She was in a car accident with Spencer. He's okay, but Carly's at the hospital right now." I took a shaky breath.
"Where's Freddie?"
"He's at Carly's, packing a few clothes for Spencer. He's going to stay at the hospital with Carly, but Freddie and I aren't allowed to stay there. So hurry, Sam, come on." I nodded and ran out of the apartment, and pushed open Carly's door, hitting Freddie in the nose.
"Oh...er, sorry."
He rubbed it. "That's 'k." He half-heartedly smiled at me and handed me a pink bag. "Here are some of Carly's clothes. I took the liberty of packing a few." (A/N: For now, we'll ignore the disgusting-ness of Freddie going through Carly's clothes and undergarments...)
I nodded and we both ran down the stairs, following Mrs. Benson.
Packing ourselves into the tiny car, the crazy lady revved the engine and sped off to the hospital. Apparently her "safety at all times" rules for the car didn't apply here.
We arrived at the hospital fifteen minutes later. We probably looked odd: a crazy woman running in with two teenagers holding duffel bags. The lady at the counter smiled at us.
"Welcome to the Seattle Hospital for Chil—"
"Where is Carly Shay's hospital room, please?" Mrs. Benson interrupted the nurse.
"Oh...well, let me check." God, could that woman type any slower? I tapped impatiently on the desk while Freddie just looked at the ground, his eyes glassed over.
"Okay, ma'am, a Miss Carly Shay was just admitted into the ER, so I'm afraid you can't see her right now," the woman grimaced. "I'm sorry, but she's in pretty bad shape."
I sunk to the ground, about the collapse in tears. Carly was just fine a couple hours ago! Why did she have to be in a car crash?!
I felt a strong arm gently pull me up into a hug. The smell was so comforting that I just sunk into the person's arms, not caring anymore.
Freddie gently stroked my hair as we went to sit down in the waiting room chairs. "It's going to be okay, Sam. It's going to be okay." I nodded, not able to talk.
A pretty nurse walked in the small room two hours later. She spoke with a sweet accent. (A/N: Imagine Sonya's voice, Sam's personal chef, from iPromote Techfoots.)
"Are...Marissa Benson, Fredward Benson, and Samantha Puckett here?"The three of us stood up and quickly followed the nurse.
Freddie POV
I was not prepared to see what I actually did see.
Sweet Carly seemed pale and tiny as she lay on the hospital bed. There were cuts and bruises on her face and hands, as her legs and arms were either wrapped up or in a cast. Sam started to whine softly and covered her eyes with her hands, not being able to bear to see her best friend like this. I patted her back and walked over to Carly. I touched her hand gently, then slowly took it into my own. I bent down and kissed it softly.
"Get better soon, Carls." I sighed and stood up. I love Carly very much, but in a sisterly way. She's like the sibling I never had. I blinked hard to keep from tearing up. My mother walked over to Carly and kissed her forehead softly, whispering a few words I couldn't pick up. Sam would not walk over to her. She was too upset. Even if I tried to lead her over just to touch Carly, she would wail softly and pull back. I understood, this was too hard for her. I just swung my arm around her waist and led her out of the room.
Sam clung to me all day; she would not let go of me. Every time I tried to move she would whimper or moan. I tried to go to the bathroom once. That was kind of hard.
We stayed in that room for hours. All we had to look at were a few chewed-up magazines and the white-washed walls. Sam's eyes were glazed and she seemed to stare straight ahead, but at nothing. It was soon dark out, so I decided to get some sleep. I looked down. Sam was asleep, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe I could go lay down on those chairs over there...
I eyed the ripped leather of the seats as Sam poked me. I glanced down.
"Yeah?" I whispered; my mom was asleep.
"When will Carly get better?" Her voice was high and frightened. Sam seemed to recede into a child-like state. I was really worried for her.
"Soon, Sammy. Why don't you go back to sleep?" She nodded and closed her eyes again. I tried to stand up but she pulled me back down.
"Please don't go..." I smiled slightly in the darkness and sat back down. Sam pulled me onto my back and curled on top of me. I lay my hand on her back and we fell asleep.
I awoke to a bright, bouncy, golden-haired girl poking me. She giggled. It was like music.
"Get up, Freddie! Carly's way better!" I grinned and sat up, rubbing my eyes.
"Seriously?!"
"Yeah! The doctors say since she made it through the night she'll probably make a full recovery!"
"What? But how?"
"Just...come here."
I followed Sam as she jogged down the hallway. As I approached Carly's room, I heard laughter. Carly was awake and she didn't look as pale as she did before.
"Hey Carls!"
"Hi Freddie, good morning!"
"Morning. How are you?"
She grinned. "Much better."
I gestured to her. "So...what happened? Like, where did you break it and stuff?"
"Oh, yeah. Well, I broke my left arm and leg because they got crushed. And I scraped up my right arm pretty badly. But my right leg's okay, and I'm feeling better."
I glanced at Spencer. "Seriously. This girl just had a major car accident yesterday. They weren't even sure if she was going to l-l-live. How can she just...poof, magically get better?"
He blinked at me. "I really don't know."
"Er...right. Wrong person to ask." I walked over to the doctor at the other side of the room and repeated my question.
"Actually, we do not know. Yesterday she was in terrible condition, but today she does seem much better. I bet it's because of the wonderful support she has from her friends." The lady smiled at us and went back to her work.
Carly looked at me as I walked up. "So, Freddie. Did your plan work? Are you and Sam 'in love' now?" She giggled.
Sam stared at me, jaw dropped.
"Your plan?" She said quietly. "You planned to have you and me fall in love?" She narrowed her eyes at me and started to walk away. "And to think I had started to like you." She swept from the room as I just stared where she had previously stood.
"Uh, Freddie, go after her!" Carly flicked her eyes from the door to me and back again. I shook myself alert and nodded.
Running out of the room, I saw Sam at the end of the hall, walking slowly with her arms folded.
"Sam...Sam, wait up!" She turned around, an unreadable look on her face. She put her weight on her right leg as she propped her other against the wall.
"Whaddya want, Benson?" I took a step back at her sharp tone.
"Benson. I haven't got all day."
"Okay, Sam, I'm sorry. Yes, I really wanted us to get together, because I really like you. I kind of planned the bet, but I swear, that's the only thing I planned. Carly helped me think of it. But apparently it didn't work. But I swear, everything that's happened since, I never planned any of it. I would never want Carly to get hurt. I would never want you to get hurt." I stared into her eyes as she met mine.
"That was a confusing speech." She took a step closer to me.
"Yeah, I know." I took a step closer to her.
She walked forward until we were three inches from each other; I took pride in knowing I was had at least a good two inches on her. I looked down at her blue eyes and her hand crept into mine.
"You know, I really do like you, dork."
"Apparently my plan did work out, after all." Her hand snapped from mine.
"No, no, Sam, I mean, it worked out unintentionally." I stopped and thought of a better word that wasn't so 'big' so Sam could understand what I meant. "I mean, it worked out when I didn't even try to make it work. Do you...er...get it?"
"No, but who cares." She grabbed the back of my neck pulled me close into a hug. "I really do like you dork, but no kissing yet." I chuckled and patted her back.
"If that's what you want." I hesitated. "Will you be my girlfriend?" She let go of me and stepped back.
"Benson. I said take this slowly. You are a dork. I am not. I have to get used to actually acting normal around you. For now, we're just friends. Sorry." She nodded slowly as she turned around and walked away.
Second time she broke my heart.
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