iWrite It Down - Chapter 9: Water Falls

Author's Note:

AHH! Pumped up for iLost My Mind! Schveet :P R&R!

~ So this I what I do; write fanfics but not actual episodes just because I'm not Dan Schneider ~


Sam's POV

God, the last few day have been wild; running around, here and there. We couldn't decide on which hideout was the best place; well, Freddie and I argued about it anyway. Carly had one specific request on what she didn't want though: thick undergrowth. It was reasonable. No matter how brave I am, I hated creepy crawlies since I was a kid. Anyway, Freddie found this really nice spot deep in the forest. It's near a river and dried leaves scattering on the forest floor served as a comfy bed. It's calm and peaceful during the day, silent and serene at night.

I yawned as I lay on the forest floor. I cupped my head with my hands and looked across to Carly who was sound asleep. Poor Carls. Losing Spencer affected everyone, including me. She's been crying day and night. Thank god Gibby's here. I mean, I couldn't be there to comfort Carly 24/7 as I've been pretty damn busy with sneaking around at night and hiding out like fugitives. Yes, of course I felt terribly sad when Spencer's boat crashed and I still do but that's the least of my problems. I needed to focus on the current situation. I didn't add up. Battleships, guns, bombs?

Anyway, the boys are out searching for food. We've been eating fish for the past few days 'cause that's the only food they could find. I smacked my lips and began to check through my bag for anything interesting like food. Man, I'm really hungry. I haven't eaten anything since the campfire last night. My tummy growled, hungry for food and wanting me to feed her. Dude, I'm hungry too! Calm down. Ahhh, there it was: my last and final FatCake. My eyes widened and a grinned formed across my face. I took a bite and moaned in satisfaction. This tastes so good! Mmmm.. FatCake. I was on cloud nine. I ate half of the FatCake and decided that I would save it for later. I squished in into the front pocket of my bag. I rummaged through my bag again. My PearPhone. Yeah, like that'll work, the battery's flat. Oo, what do we have here? Diary of Personalism, been awhile since my last entry. Well, I guess I'll update whatever we did over the past few days. It's the only non-boring thing that I can do other than eat and sleep.

I grabbed my purple pen, went over to an amazingly huge Maple tree and sat underneath it. It also stood at a spectacular edge of a cliff that overlooked the forest and the river. I opened a fresh new page of my diary and began to write what happened. The leaves of the old Maple tree swayed with the wind as birds chirped merrily above me. I closed my eyes and sniffed the scent of lavender. I smiled and imagined of all things "food". I opened my eyes decided to scribble away again.

It was all fried chicken and FatCakes for me before all these happened. Now, all I want is to survive and not experience another death. Losing Spencer is hard. He's always been like a brother to me and now, he's gone. I'm never going to see him again. What hurts the most is being so close and having so much to say and watching you walk away. Alright, alright, they're song lyrics from Rascal Flatts but I can't help it. I'm gonna miss that boat-loving sculptor. R.I.P. Spencer Shay.

I felt a tear running down my cheek. I wiped the tear and looked at the sky and felt like having a conversation with myself.

I am Sam Puckett. I don't feel fear.

What are you talking about? You're ridiculously terrified.

I don't cry.

You balled you eyes out the minute Spencer's boat crashed.

All I wanna do is punch somebody.

All you wanna do is cuddle Freddie.

I can't go on like this.

Hiding your fears and tears from everyone else?

I don't want to show Carly that I'm frightened. I want to be strong for her.

What about in front of Freddie?

No way.

Well, you have to express your feelings sooner or later.

I pick later. I need to act fearless and confident for the group.

It's not good to bottle up your feelings.

Yeah, well, whatever. Anyway, I need to focus on the current situation. We have no information about the enemy. We've search through the forest for any soldiers but nothing.

Well, I'm sure everything's going to be okay.

"Crack!" a tree branched snapped. Immediately, went to 'cautious mode'. I placed my diary down quietly and clicked my pen, wanting to use it as a weapon. I slowly stood up and carefully placed my foot one in front of another. Alright, it's just you and me. My heartbeat increased. Everything went silent. I rose my hand, pen in hand, ready to strike when...

"Woah Sam, calm down," spoke the 'false alarm'.

"Oh, it's just a Benson," I scoffed, sitting back down.

"Well hello to you too, Puckett," he said, sitting beside me. He was wearing his usual blue denim short that went to his knee and a white singlet that showed off his biceps. He wiped his forehead and deeply exhaled. Sweat trickled down his neck and down his chest. Oh god no. I'm starring at him. Look away. Too late, he caught me. He chuckled as he faced me. Then I saw a fresh scar running down his left arm. I touched his warm skin gently.

"What happened?" I asked, caringly. Dude, you're losing it. I took back my hand but continued gazing at the scar.

"Oh it's nothing. Gibby and I were walking through a bush when one of its branches thought it was funny to plant a scar on me. It'll still sore though" he casually said, trying to claw out sympathy from me. It did sound painful but my mouth started to babble things I didn't intend to say.

"Suck it up. Be a man."

He scoffed but I could see that he was pretty hurt by what I said.

"Anyway, we caught a few fishes. Gibby's cooking them right now," he told. I smiled and smacked my lips, "Mmmmm, food."

"It won't be ready for another half an hour."

"Who cares?" I shouted while standing up. Freddie stood up and grabbed my hand. Tingling feelings. I looked down at our interlocking fingers and frowned. Secretly, I was jumping for joy. I slapped his left arm and walked away. Soon after, I heard him cry in pain. Oh no. The scar! I turned around to see him on his knees with his hand over the scar. His face was unbearable to watch. It showed excruciating pain. I ran to him and fell to my knees. I touched his arm and I felt awful.

"I'm really sorry. I...I didn't meant to," I stuttered. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I cried, "Please, don't leave me. Don't...please." There it was: I was crying in front of Freddie.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, I was only joking around," he admitted but it didn't stop me from crying. I was seriously upset. I didn't want to lose him. I didn't want to lose anybody, especially him. His scar hurt me more than it hurt him. I couldn't bear to see him hurt. Freddie wiped my tears and he looked in my wet eyes.

"I...I don't want...I don't want to lose you," I sniffled. Tears formed in his eyes as he smiled. He pulled me closer and we embraced each other. I was still weeping. His hand stroked my hair and his lips softly kissed my forehead.

"Oh Sam, you're not going to lose me. I'll always be here for you. I promise," he assured.

"How do you know? Anything can happen. Did you not see what happened to Spencer? He was all happy with his boat and it crashed so suddenly! You can't promise me that you'll always be here for me!" I screamed at him, crying even louder. The only thing he did, hugged me even harder.

"You just can't," I cried into his chest.

I was crying in his arms for quite awhile. After that, I felt better. I don't know why. It just felt like all the troubles in the world have been lifted and there's only love and happiness. Although I know that this happy feeling is going to go away. In the meantime, I'll just savour the moment.

Anyway, Freddie thought that it would be best if we had some fun splashes in the river. I agreed to it. We walked back to the campsite, hand in hand, talking about iCarly and brainstorming about what funny skits we could do. I know right, me? Brainstorming about iCarly? Wow.

Carly was sitting by the campfire and talking to Gibby. She smiled at us. I saw the usual light in Carly's smile reappear. Her eyes and her whole aura faded since Spencer's passing. It's slowly coming back though. I held out a hand and suggested, "Wanna have a splash?"Carly shook her head slowly and declined politely. How could she be polite at a time like this? Oh Carls.

Fredweed and I went to river and I stripped down to my bikini. Freddie took off his top and dived into the river. I leisurely went into the river. The water's pretty cold and it went up to my waist. I submerged my face into the water and washed my hair. Ahhh, clean at last!

Before I could even open my eyes, I was lifted up into the air by two strong arms. My eyes opened to greet two smiling brown eyes. I laughed along with Freddie. He lowered me down and I splashed water at him. Soon, we were having a water fight. I was having so much fun that I even forgot about the current situations we were in.

"You won't catch me, nub!" I yelled, chuckling. He charged towards me and grabbed me by the waist from behind and swung me around. I gasped for air, still laughing. He put me down and spun me around so I would face him. His hands slid down my bareback and pulled me closer. I stopped laughing as soon as my face was an inch from his huge pectorals. I scanned his new tanned hot body. My arms were around his neck with my hands playing around with his hair. I glanced up at his eyes and looked back down. He lifted up my chin and leaned in.

Even though I wanted to kiss him, I just couldn't bring myself to. I didn't want to explore this part of our friendship. I didn't want ruin anything. I just didn't want to. I looked away. Freddie stopped abruptly. I could sense disappointment. Oh no, I did it again.

"Sam, everything's going to be okay," he assure, looking at me. I looked at him and darn it, I'm melting at his presence. I ran my hand down his chest and he kissed my neck. I closed my eyes, embraced the moment. His lips ran across my neck and I couldn't help but to moan. A sudden rush of warmness filled my body. Freddie was starting to pick up the pace when I decided to stop. He half-smiled at me and we headed back to the campfire with Freddie's arms wrapped around me.

The smell of fish filled my nose. Mmmm, fish. Gibby waved at us. Carly looked up and grinned. I smiled sheepishly and sat beside Carly who was sitting by the fire. She nudged me and teased, "Ooo, Freddie and Sam sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-"

"Shut up, Carls," I snapped, feeling my cheeks blushed a little. Carly giggled. Freddie plopped beside me and passed the cooked fish. I slobbered all over the fish. What? I was hungry!

"Sam, be careful of the fish bones!" Carly warned.

"Nyeeh," I sneered. Who cares about a couple of bones? I'm Sam Puckett and I'm not afraid of- Ow! Ow ow ow. Fish bone! I spat everything out on the palm of my hand, took out all the bones and stuffed it back in my mouth. Carly frowned.

"What? I don't wanna waste it!" I mumbled. Soon, it was dark and another night of hopeless stakeout lies ahead. Well that's what I thought...


How's that for a Seddie moment? Teehee XD R&R!

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