Chapter 7 – The Party (Part 2)

*Sam's POV*

Sam's laughter died out as she realized Freddie had really left from the party. The sound of everyone else's laughter was drowning her thoughts, making it hard for her to concentrate on what had just happened. She looked around for Freddie, momentarily confused until she heard someone yell her name.

"Sam!" Carly's distraught voice could be heard throughout everyone else's, and she came and stared at Sam in complete disbelief.

"What in the world did you say that for!?"

Sam was feeling a little bad now, but would never say it out loud. She shook her head at Carly and the scoffed.

"What? I just told Freddie that he needs to toughen up a bit. Relax he'll get over it, we're all friends right?" Sam said as she nudged Carly playfully in the arm.

"No, he won't get over it!" Carly brushed Sam's hand away in annoyance. Sam started to feel uncomfortable the more serious Carly got about the situation.

"I mean, did you have to bring Mr. Benson into it? You know how broken up Freddie was when he left!"

The fun Sam was having from insulting Freddie was slowly being sucked away, and suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here. She hadn't meant to drive Freddie away like that. Usually he put up with most of her comments, but lately he had been acting sort of weird.

Sam sighed and handed Carly her drink.

"Fine," she said, coming back to reality, "If it's that important to you, I'll go apologize to the dweeb, what's the big?"

Carly folded her arms in disappointment. Sam recognized that look. It was a look that her mom had given her oh so many times before.

"That's right, you will apologize to him. And I've said it to Freddie, but I'll say it again. If you guys can't find some way to work this relationship" she put air quotes around 'relationship', "issue out, then we're stopping iCarly for good. " There was a dead seriousness in her voice, and Sam guessed that there was no way she was getting out of this. She ruffled her hair out a bit and then held up her hands in a fake surrender, as she walked towards the end of the beach.

"Alright I get it." She turned around, but before she even reached the sidewalk, a brunette about the same height as Carly stepped in her way.

"That was really low, what you did to him." The girl folded her arms and waited for a reply.

"Yeah well he's my friend I'm sure he's fine by now." Sam said trying to move past the girl, but she stepped in her way again.

"You know Freddie was trying to tell you –" She stopped herself as if she was going to give away the winning lottery combination, but then cleared her throat and finished with, "something really important."

Sam shrugged. "So?"

"So the least you could do is not be a complete biotch for like ten seconds, so you can hear what he has to say!"

"OK, relax Bambi. Who asked you anyway?" Sam was starting to get annoyed with this random girl she had never met trying to tell her what to do. She wasn't in the mood to fight though, so she pushed passed her and continued walking.

She heard the girl behind her scoff, and walk in the opposite direction. Thank god Sam felt a little bad about what she did to Freddie, or else she probably would have turned around and kicked that girl with the back of her heel. She let out a breath to cool down, and then made her way slowly back to the house.

When Sam entered the house, she heard the sound of the T.V. on. She peered around the corner and saw Spencer, fast asleep on the couch. Phew, Sam thought. Hopefully he wouldn't hear anything, just in case this apology turned into another fight.

Sam rounded the corner to the stairs, and made her way up to Freddie's room. It was the one on the far left, secluded from everyone else's because they had flipped a coin and Sam had won the room near Carly and Spencer's. She smiled to herself, remembering Freddie's face when he lost. It was like a two-year-old who just got his favorite candy taken away.

Sam stood in front of Freddie's door for a few minutes, trying to beat down her pride so she could walk in and say sorry. After a while of working up her confidence, she gave a barely audible knock on the door, and it nudged open slightly without any inside help. Sam pushed the door open a little more and glanced inside.

Freddie sat on the floor looking out the window, his tie lay by his side. He didn't turn at the sound of Sam coming in.

"Your blonde-headed demon wants to talk to you..." She said meekly. Sam closed the door behind her, and then sat down next to Freddie, looking down at the floor.

Freddie half-smiled, but it vanished almost immediately. "And what does she want to say?"

"That she is really sorry for what she said back at the party..." Sam whispered, picking at a loose string on her dress. "And that she wishes she could take it back?"

It was silent for a few moments, and then Freddie turned to look at her. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she waited for him to say something.

"I had this whole speech prepared, but now I can't remember a single word." He smiled and Sam let out a breath of relief, and then shrugged.

"I have that effect on people." She said with a smile.

"Apology accepted."

"Was it any good? Your speech I mean."Sam asked suddenly curious.

His grin widened. "You would have been impressed."

Sam let out a small laugh, and the tension seemed to be gone. She turned around and sat with her back to the windowsill, facing Freddie. He was looking out the window again, so Sam took the few seconds to yawn and rub some of the sleep out of her eyes. Even though she hadn't stayed out that late, she was still unusually tired.

When she opened her eyes again, Freddie was staring at her. His gaze was penetrating, and she wanted to look away but for some reason couldn't. He continued to weaken her with his gaze as he leaned forward a little, bringing his hand up to brush the side of her face. Sam was leaning away as much as she could, but found herself pressed up against the wall. Great idea Sam, sitting against the wall! She mentally scolded herself, but Freddie moved in closer and her breathing quickened.

"What are you--" She whispered, but Freddie was so close that she could feel the heat from his warm breath crawling all over her skin. Before she could say anything else, he closed the distance between their faces, tilting her head up to meet his. Now this is just ridiculous. Wasn't this the Freddie who hated her? More importantly, didn't she hate him?? Her mind was cluttered as Freddie deepened the kiss, moving in to gain more access. One of his hands slipped down to her waist, shocking her back to reality. Ok, hold up.

"Whoa whoa whoa..." Sam breathed, gently pushing Freddie away.

She stood up and started pacing the room, running her fingers through her hair a few times. "What are you doing!?"

Freddie stood up and walked closer to her. "I thought you of all people would recognize a kiss when you saw it." He smiled as he leaned down to her, and began leaving a sucking kiss on her neck. Sam could barely remember her name, let alone the argument she had planned.

Freddie continued, giving Sam time to try and weigh out options in her head such as: Would it be so bad just to keep going for a little? I mean we were both 17 so everything is legal! Ugh but it's Freddie Benson... She was about speak up until she felt Freddie lightly drag his teeth down to her collar-bone, sending jolts of electricity throughout her body.

Reason was slowly evaporation from Sam's mind, as she brought his face back up to meet hers, and began kissing him almost urgently. Freddie seemed surprised at first, but responded well and soon their tongues were battling for control over one another. Sam suddenly felt him lift her up and lay her down on the bed, his large frame radiating heat all the way down to her core. She kissed him until she was dizzy, and then kissed him some more. Her fingers ran through his hair as he left a trail of wet kisses down her neck. Soon Sam's reasoning changed from 'Why aren't I stopping this' to 'Why is he slowing down'.

Freddie pulled off his shirt, and her hands ran over the smooth valley's of his chest. He had really filled out since last year. He looked at her seriously, and Sam's brow drew down in confusion.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Freddie raised his eyebrows trying to be polite, but Sam was slightly annoyed that he had stopped.

Her breathing was so fast that she could barely speak, so she nodded in consent, hoping that she wouldn't regret this later. Freddie smiled, and then leaned down and kissed her again, more passionately this time. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart pounding high in her chest with excitement and tension. Sam gripped the back of his neck with hot need, and the last thought she could form in her mind was that this was a night she was never going to forget.