"I still can't believe you did that!" Freddie exclaimed in glee as he toyed with a few strands of her curls as Sam laid her head on his lap.
"Well, Ms. Briggs deserved every part of it!" Sam retaliated back cheerfully as she stretched her legs out.
Both of them were leaning on the black frame of the secluded fire escape of Bushwell Plaza. The night silence grew thicker as fewer cars bustled on the roads.
"That doesn't mean that you can take revenge! I mean filling a teacher's shoes with mayonnaise is a bit too farfetched an idea doesn't it? Even for the glorious pranker named Sam Puckett." Freddie responded back, recalling that incidental hilarious prank Sam pulled on Ms. Briggs last week.
Sam's cerulean eyes filled with excitement. "Well, you don't take away my egg sandwich from me. That's like instant death wish! So what if I filled her shoes with mayonnaise, I'm sure she'd like my little sticky situation for her." She replied casually.
She remembered being absolutely furious with Ms. Briggs for taking away her food during English class. Or was that world history? Sam couldn't really be bothered which subject her happiness was ruined.
"Well, that still doesn't explain how you manage to fill her shoes! She was wearing it the whole time!" Freddie lifted her hand and intertwined their fingers again once more, not realizing it was a subconscious act of his. That same such tingly sparks ran through his spine as satisfying warmth surged through his body.
Sam snapped out of her cheery trance for a moment and jumped at the initial action of their joined hands; bringing her body to sit up right. She stared at the black panel of the ledge for a few seconds, before turning to face Freddie.
"What? Is there something wrong?" Freddie asked with deep concern, evidently confused at her sudden movement and puzzled expression.
"Oh. Um. Nevermind." Sam stammered out her words, but that soft chocolate gaze from the boy made her heart yet skipped another beat. So mushy. She heaved a quiet sigh before continuing.
"Yeah. It's this." She pointed to their intertwined hands. His bigger hand covering her petite one that fitted so perfectly together. Sam grinned at this new sight of their ever evolving relationship. "It's quite foreign to me, you know, all this hand-holding gestures. Especially at the fact that I'm with you." Sam pointed out.
She was not used to all the romantic and friendly gestures they were giving each other. She was slowly letting her guard down, despite spending years trying to build that wall that would protect from the cruel world out there. Then again, besides the fact that she was being philosophical, she was indeed comfortable with letting her favourite nub into her heart.
"Yeah. It does seem sort of strange. Don't take it the wrong way but I feel the same too. But this" Freddie lifted their hands momentarily, "feels natural to me. So in other words, I like us Puckett." He ended his sentence with a smirk.
"I like us too Benson. Although this is stupidly sappy" Sam responded in a soft voice, before swinging her legs back across his lap, leaning her head on his rather broad shoulders. She seemed to be doing that often, but honestly didn't mind.
It had been a mere days since they decided to take their relationship further, ever since, the pair had been coming up to their favourite scenic spot of Seattle- the fire escape. Sam and Freddie both had no difficulty easing their brunette best friend to adjust to their new found relationship without Carly going overboard with her squeals of excitement nearly towards midnight. But none the less she accepted it wholeheartedly and the trio went on as normal; as normal as Sam and Freddie is could be.
(Flashback)
They both sat on the fire escape, neither of them wanted to break the comfortable silence. The atmosphere was so serene, the ambience of city lights and sounds, along with Freddie's playlist of his favourite songs. The pair knew that this was really foreign to them and after much 'argument'; they decided to take it slower; as compared to most people.
"You know, we should head back, it's late and it's getting chilly." Freddie shook the blonde that sat next to him. She must have dozed off on his shoulder, enjoying their special night. Her eyes shut tighter as she ignored Freddie's overall comment. Add to the things she really couldn't care- waking up unnecessary.
He stood up, momentarily stretching before turning his pearpod off, before turning to face the Sam slouching, running her fingers through her hair. He swung his body over the ledge.
"Sam, come on. Carly must be wondering why you aren't back at her apartment, either consuming food or lazing around." Freddie spoke softly. Sam chuckled. It was funny and cute how much he knew about her; her life. Even details she herself yet to notice.
He reached his hand out in gesture. Sam broke her dazed contact with the night sky to grab his hand. A small surge of warmth ran through her yet again. She smiled at him warmly before they slowly made their way back. Out of the hallway, out of the Benson's living room and finally reaching the lit hallway
"You haven't said anything for quite a while? Something bothering you?" His chocolate eyes met her piercing blue ones filled with sincerity.
"No. I'm just not comfortable in telling Carly about us" Sam replied. She wasn't exactly keen on being a prissy little teenage girl who runs to her best friend, telling her about her newfound relationship. It was Freddie, their shared best friend. So technically, there wasn't much since Carly found out not too long ago.
"Well, in due time, it will all work out, alright?" Freddie said softly before wrapping his arms around her rather petite waist and looking her in her stunning eyes. She responded by pulling him into a warm embrace, her arms around his neck.
"I guess." She mumbled into his chest, her favourite cinnamon scent filled her senses once again. She wasn't used to the concept of being this close, this open with him. She guessed it was part of opening up to him.
"Well, night then Princess." Freddie broke their contact, smirking at the blonde. "You don't wanna keep Carly waiting with your girl talk."
"Yeah, whatever nub. Go back and have your tick bath already." Sam replied casually before pulling his shoulders ever so lightly to give him a soft kiss. His hands automatically rested on her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Needless to say that yet those butterfly stirrings revisited both their stomachs in that kiss.
The rest of that fateful night continued as of Sam trying to explain in rather detail to her best friend on what happened. Carly anticipated the news rather immediately and pulled Sam into a bear-crushing hug. It was nice for Sam to know that she was getting something good, but she could have gone without all the mushy comments from Carly about her and Freddie.
(Sam's POV)
After spending almost 3 hours up on the escape, we got down and we headed back to our respective apartments, ending yet another night. My mom was at Las Vegas with her hairdresser friends and Freddork's mom was at Aggressive Parenting Conference in Fresno. I mean seriously? How many conferences are there for one crazy parent to attend? It sometimes gets me thinking what do they actually do there? Show horrifying facts about children's hygiene?
Freddie gave me a small kiss on the cheek before smiling at me. I bit my lower lip from grinning in response to his yet adorable face. It was sweet how Freddie was treating me, despite all our abusive history before. Maybe he was a masochist with a psychotic mother.
I pushed the Shay's front door open quietly just to find my loveable best friend snuggled up on the couch, watching Celebrities Underwater. Carly instantaneously switched the TV off before her brown eyes widening in excitement.
"So? What did you guys do just now?" She raised her eyebrow suggestively. She got excited every time I came back from be it school or to iCarly rehearsal, obviously asking me about Freddie.
"Gee Shay! We just talked just now. Nothing else. Oh and I told him about my hilarious prank on Miss Briggs." I responded casually, walking to the fridge to grab a can of wahoo punch.
"Just talking?" She strutted her way towards me, in her sing-song voice.
I gave Carly a glare, sometimes I wonder what goes on in her head. Freddie and I were taking it slow, so a few kisses here and there, hand-holding and hugging. It makes me think why my best friend is grinning.
"Yes Carly Shay, just talking. You should know us better than anyone else!" I stated out.
"No. Sometimes I really don't! I wasn't aware of your MMA fights in my apartment, that letter incident till Freddie confessed and also how you guys fell asleep together on my couch." Carly ended slowly, smirking at me.
Wait. What? She knew that I fell asleep on Freddie before? How and why? I narrowly averted my gaze from the soft drink can to her face. My eyes widened as Carly placed her hands on her hips.
"Spencer told me." Carly spoke. Oh. Oh Spencer saw us. Oh how awkward that was. I didn't want to dawn on that day, but to be honest it was the closet contact we'd had before we dated. Date; huh, interesting new term I had to start using. My head mentally made a remark after chugging down the fizzy beverage.
"Rather I not know!"
"Oh come on Sam, its cute!"
"I don't wanna hear about it!" Sam covered her ears with her hands as they walked up the wooden stairs to Carly's bedroom.
(Carly's POV)
Sam and I talked in my bedroom for the whole night. We caught up with all the latest gossip that was travelling around Ridgeway and discussed new ideas for iCarly. I could not help but still smile at the fact that Sam and Freddie are a thing now. Although they don't mention it, they both know that it's in their hearts.
No offence to my two best friends, but they were really stubborn when it came to admitting their feelings. I mean look at that time about Freddie and that letter, part of me wanted to scream out to both of them that they needed each other. Why? They were hot-headed stubborn people who wanted to prove a point against one another. I felt a relief once they got together, all those years of pent up emotion finally released.
I stared at the decorated ceiling of my room for a good 10 minutes before I heard Spencer calling my name downstairs. He must have prepared breakfast.
About a half an hour later, Sam and I were at the kitchen, finishing up our delicious breakfast. Cereal and muesli bar for me, extra ham sandwich and bacon for my blonde best friend. I went to grab my special bristle brush from my bag when I heard a knock on the door.
Freddie dressed in one of his numerous black buttoned up came walking in. I turned to look at Sam, who was still in her sleepy trance. She was just blankly staring at the TV after eating her food.
"Sup Carly!" Freddie spoke as he placed his phone into his back pocket of his jeans. I gave him a big smile while combing the remains of my oh-so tangled hair.
"Good morning Princess." Freddie stated as he swiftly made his way to sit next to Sam on the couch, placing his hand over her shoulder, pulling her close to kiss her cheek.
Part of me just died at how cute they were. I could honestly still remember using that silly water spray at them because they bickered way too much.
(Sam's POV)
Tingly warmth ran through me when Freddie kissed my cheek. Suddenly I didn't feel that tired no more. His hair was done up in his dorky ways and he had that nice detergent smell to it. Emotions flooded as I turned to face his chocolate eyes.
"Hey Nub." I punched his shoulders just lightly. Reluctant to say that I didn't put much force into my punch anymore; I mean he really got stronger and I'm just saving my fist strength for someone who really deserves my anger.
"So I was thinking-" Freddie started to play with my curls.
"Hey you two! Save the mushiness for later! We're gonna be late for school! And I promised James I meet him at his locker before first period! And i-" Carly broke our moment. I lifted my hand to stop Carly from ranting on. There are just some things I can't take so early in the morning.
"Carls, if you continue, you are going to be late. So get going!" I gestured towards the door.
Not too long later, we all got up and headed for yet another day of torture. I don't even get how I managed to pull through the last few grades without killing everyone of boredom.
As we got to Ridgeway, Carly almost instantaneously skidded off to meet James on the second floor, leaving me and the nub at our lockers. I took out a low-fat fatcake from my locker and began chewing on it, when I remembered that Freddie wanted to ask me something earlier on.
"Hey, you asked me something just now, so what's up?" I leaned my side against the blue metal lockers, chewing on my chocolate coconut heaven of a snack.
I saw Freddie fiddle with his fingers before looking up to meet my eyes.
"So I was thinking maybe if you wanted." He paused before biting his lip. I egged him to continue. "I don't want it to seem cliché but if you would like-"
"Dude!" I tapped his cheek playfully; before resting my hand on his shoulders.
"Ok, maybe if you wanted to go on a date. You know, to make it official." Freddie ended softly.
I chuckled at his lame attempt, before smiling.
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