Chapter 8: iFladoodles

Freddie's POV:

It's funny, how random things can get people talking. I was in the iCarly studio with Carly and Sam, and we were eating fladoodles. They're these weird snacks that surprisingly taste good. We didn't think they existed when we told our crazy biggest fan Mandy to get them for us, and when we tried them they were actually amazing so we got some more. The three of us were sitting on beanbags, and soon Carly went downstairs to help Spencer with his sculpture.

So Sam and I were alone in the iCarly studio. I cherished every moment I had alone with her. It's not like I didn't like being with Carly, it's just that being alone with Sam is amazing. We were chewing on fladoodles, silently.

But like I said, it's funny how random things can get people talking. As I ate them, the taste on my tongue reminded me of the first time I ate them, when Mandy gave them to us. And closing my eyes, eating it, thinking of memories, I thought of Sam. And I looked at her and I smiled. I wanted to talk.

Too bad I blurted out the most random, awkward thing for a conversation-starter. "Sam, remember Christmas night under the mistletoe?" I blurted that out quickly, wondering why I'd even brought it up. Ugh, I thought. I'm so stupid.

She narrowed her eyebrows as if I were the craziest creature on the planet. She nodded and talked slowly, "Yeah…" She then threw a fladoodle in the air and let it fall into her mouth.

I wasn't even sure what to say. "Well… weren't we going to tell Carly?" I asked. I shrugged slightly. That was an okay excuse to talk about it. I then grabbed like twenty fladoodles and stuffed them into my mouth. They were sort of a good thing to eat when you're feeling awkward.

She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

Well, this was an interesting conversation. We just sat there silently for another ten minutes, and the only sounds we heard were the loud crunches we made by chewing the fladoodles.

Carly walked in, and she could tell how awkward this was. I gave Sam a look, hoping she understood what I was trying to ask her. I thought maybe this was the time to tell Carly about the second kiss. I think Sam understood, because she nodded slightly.

"Carls," Sam said. Carly, still standing, turned her head to Sam. "Yeah?" Carly asked. Sam motioned for Carly to sit in the beanbag chair in the middle of Freddie and I.

"What's up?" Carly asked.

"We have to tell you something," I said, getting into the conversation. We wanted to tell her together.

"We?" Carly asked, biting her lip. By the way Sam and I were talking and the way we looked, it probably seemed like we were going out or something… yeah. In my dreams.

"Yeah," Sam sighed, "we."

"Should I be scared?" Carly asked, chuckling a bit.

Sam grinned a bit. I looked at her super white teeth. "No, it's just…" She looked like she was about to say it, but she got scared. She looked at me. I guess she wanted me to do the honors.

Carly narrowed her eyebrows at her, and then she turned to me.

I looked at her, then at Sam, and then I just looked down and stuffed five fladoodles into my mouth. Eh. A good excuse to not have to say something.

"Guys, how bad could it be?" Carly asked, seeming a bit angry.

"It's not really bad," Sam said as I still chewed on the fladoodles. She then looked at me, her eyes seeming to beg me to tell her.

Quicker than I'd ever even thought I could talk, I blurted, "Sam and I kissed under the mistletoe!"

Carly raised her eyebrows, and I looked at Sam quickly. We both had wide eyes. We ran out of the room and almost fell down the stairs as we ran downstairs.

I don't know why we were so freaked out about telling Carly. It seemed like it was something so horrible, almost like a crime, to just kiss Sam. I sort of liked it being a secret though. I liked our first kiss being a secret too. But I was scared another stupid incident like Sam getting laughing gas and not realizing what she was saying would happen again.

Sam and I sat on the couch silently, until we heard the elevator door open and we both turned our heads and saw Carly walk out of the elevator. Her eyebrows were down a bit as if she were angry. She was holding the bag of fladoodles in her left hand but she put it down on the coffee table. She stood in front of the couch, seeming a little bit angry. Her hands were on her hips. But what Carly said surprised me: "Do you guys seriously think I care?"

I grinned, glancing at Sam then back at Carly. Carly picked up the fladoodles and sat in the middle of Sam and I. "By the way guys," Carly said, "you forgot your fladoodles." She grinned at us.

As I chewed on the fladoodles, my eyes were closed again.

It really is funny, how the weirdest things can get me talking.


Author's Note: Ugh, guys, sorry it took me so long and it's not really even a good topic. It really doesn't fit the fladoodles topic that much. It was hard. I got writer's block, that's why it took so long and it didn't come out very good. But trust me, I will try very hard to finish the next chapter a lot faster and I hope it'll be a lot better. Thanks! Review!