Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, sadly.
Sam's P.O.V.:
I woke up the next morning, my arms wrapped around something hard. I slowly opened my eyes, and shifted slightly. When I fully could grasp my surrounding's, I gasped. I was laying on top of Freddie on the couch, my head on his shoulder.
He had his arms wrapped around my waist, and he was snoring slightly. He actually looked pretty cute while he was asleep. I didn't want him to notice our position, and wake up, so I tried to get up off of him. He just pulled me back down, his arms tighter around my waist. It was no use, I had to just lay here. It was actually kind of comfortable.
Freddie smiled in his sleep, and I laid my head back down onto his shoulder. He wasn't awake, and this felt nice. He was my best friend, and I couldn't like of a reason not to snuggle with him like this. My thoughts drifted to our conversation last night.
I remember him telling me how he never really loved Carly. I smiled to myself. Freddie was almost a totally different person going into college than when he was in sixth grade. He was thoughtful, smart, and as much as I wouldn't want to say this to his face, ruggedly handsome.
His brown hair was longer now, and he didn't have such a nerdy haircut anymore. His jawbone was defined now, and he had lost all of that baby fat from when he was younger. I could see Freddie's muscles through his shirt, and I knew he went to the gym almost every day.
Girls fawned all over him now. It makes me slightly sick to the stomach. Freddie doesn't really let it go to his head though. He just brushes it off, but still ends up with a date almost every Friday night. The only times he doesn't, is when I tell him he's going to do something with me.
I sighed, thinking about my guy best friend. Why did I constantly notice things about him? My own brain honestly freaks me out sometimes.
I felt Freddie shift in his sleep, and he mumbled something about meat. I was rubbing off on him.
"Sam, are you awake?" I heard him ask, his voice even sounded sleepy.
"Yeah." I mumbled.
"Good morning." Freddie said softly, and I looked up at him.
"Good morning to you." I said, and we smiled at each other.
"You're being unusually nice to me." Freddie commented, and I just grinned, messing up his hair a little bit. I was liking this position we were in, even if it was Fredward.
"I guess I'm in a nice mood. You never know when it might change." I said, smirking.
Freddie groaned, but his eyes were shining. I looked down at his face. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked me, and I blushed.
"Um, like what?" I asked.
"All happy-like. You weren't even scowling or anything." he said, and he suddenly sat up, forcing me to get off of him. I sat down by him on the couch again.
"Can't I act like we're friends? You've always said we need to act more like..." I said, but Freddie cut me off.
"But you haven't insulted me much, and we hug a lot more." Freddie said, and looked at me.
I sighed. "You want me to beat you up?"
"No, of course not." Freddie said, but he grinned at me.
"Because I will." I said, eying him. "And I know I'll win." I said, and Freddie's eyes narrowed.
"Oh, you are so going down Puckett." he said, but before he could do anything I tackled him off of the couch. We spent a few minutes wrestling, and Freddie was definitely a worthy opponent against me.
He finally got me pinned to the ground, and raised his fist in the air victoriously. But then, his cell phone rang. He still had me pinned, as he slipped his PearPhone out of his pocket. But, I noticed a weak spot when he put his phone up to his ear, and kicked him in the gut. He squealed, actually squealed, which was hilarious, and then groaned. I heard Carly's voice on the other end, as I stood up, brushing myself off.
Freddie was laying on the ground in pain. Wimp, I hadn't kicked him that hard. Somehow, her had managed to keep the phone up to his ear. And, Carly talked so loud on the phone, I could hear every word she was saying.
"Freddie, what's happening? Why did you groan like that?" Carly asked.
Freddie glared at me, and I smirked at him. "Because, Sam and I were wrestling, and I had her pinned down, and then she kicked me in the stomach." he explained.
"Freddie, why do you insist on wrestling with her. You always end up getting hurt." I heard Carly say.
"I know there's a chance someday I might win." Freddie said, casting a sideways glance at me. I grinned, but I rolled my eyes.
"No there's not." I whispered to him, and he did his famous smirk at me.
I heard Carly on the other end. "Freddie, let me talk to Sam." she said, and Freddie handed me the phone.
"Hey Carly." I said, smiling.
"Hey Sam! How's everything going? I still can't believe you went on a trip with Freddie..." she said.
I laughed. "Well, Freddie and I are out of money, I got arrested but Freddie bailed me out, and now we're working at some remote State park staying in a yurt."
Carly laughed. "Good one. Now tell me the truth."
"That is the truth." I said, and Freddie, who was sitting beside me now, laughed.
"You're serious?" Carly asked.
"Oh yeah. But I seriously am having fun. Even if I am with Fredward." I said, and Freddie rolled his eyes.
"As long as you too are having fun. Oh and Sam, you'll never believe what Shane said..." Carly ranted a long story about how sweet her boyfriend was, and I listened patiently. Usually I wasn't patient with people, but Carly was a different story. She was like my sister. Carly then started talking about Spencer's latest sculpture, which sounded cool, as usual.
"Hey Sam, we have to get up to the main office. It's time for work." Freddie said, and I groaned.
"Carls, I have to go. Fredwardo and I have to go to work." I said, halfheartedly.
"Okay, Sam. I'll talk to you later. Be careful." she said, and I could just envision her worried facial expression.
"We'll be careful. Talk to you later!" I said, and hung up. Freddie was grinning at me when I hung up.
"What?" I asked, trying to sound halfway annoyed.
"Oh nothing. It's just if I would've talked to you that long on the phone, you would've yelled at me, and made me go pick up some ice cream for you or something." he said, and I laughed.
"Carly's like my sister. I wouldn't yell at her and make her get me ice cream." I said, and Freddie smirked.
"You've yelled at her before." he said.
"Only when we're both really mad." I said, and Freddie looked at me for a minute, thoughtfully.
"You said Carly's like your sister, so does that mean I'm like your brother?" he asked, and his question caught me off guard.
"Um, no, you're not like my brother." I said, and I could see the hurt flash across Freddie's eyes.
"Oh." he said quietly.
"Don't get all insulted. I haven't finished. What I was getting ready to say was, that you're my best friend, but I just don't feel all brotherly sisterly towards you. I just can't figure it out." I said, with a huff.
Freddie grinned. "Oh." he said, but this time it was confident and cocky sounding oh.
I just rolled my eyes. "Come on, we have to get ready for work."
He nodded, and we walked over to our suitcases. I picked out a simple white t-shirt with some denim shorts, and Freddie pulled out a blue t-shirt with some khaki cargo shorts. Suddenly, memories came flooding back to me.
I knocked on his window on a bright Saturday morning. I was ready to do something fun, and Carly had a date with Shane today. So Freddie was my only acceptable option. He opened his window, sticking his head out.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked, helping me inside.
"I was bored. Carly's going on a date with Shane today." I said, and Freddie nodded, completely understanding.
I took a look at him, while sucking on a lollipop I found on my kitchen counter. He was still in his pajamas, and green Galaxy Wars t-shirt, and blue sleep pants. He didn't look too bad. I didn't want him to know that, though. He was already cocky enough.
"Nice blue lips." he said, commenting on the fact my blue raspberry lollipop had stained my lips blue.
"Nice pajamas." I said, and Freddie smirked.
"Touche." he said, and I sat down on his bed, complete with Galaxy Wars sheets, at sixteen years old.
"Go get dressed, and then we can go somewhere." I told him, and Freddie sighed, acting like he didn't want to go anywhere with me. He was so faking.
"Fine, fine." he said, walking over to his closet, and opening it. He surveyed his options. He pulled out a blue t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Then, he looked over at me. "Close your eyes." he said, and I did.
After he got dressed, we left his apartment (his mom was at an Aggressive Parenting conference, she goes to a lot of those), and we rode the bus to the beach.
The beach was beautiful today. The dark blue of the water sparkled against the sunlight, and hardly anyone was around. I walked next to Freddie, my toes squishing on the sand. Freddie and I stayed quiet, content in the comfortable silence, each deep in our own thoughts. After a few minutes, Freddie spoke up.
"I've been thinking about something." he said, and he looked kind of nervous.
"Well, speak up." I said, smirking, hoping it wasn't too serious.
"Do you still have a crush on Spencer?" he asked, and I looked at him in surprise.
"What? Why would you ask that?" I asked, and Freddie looked down at the sand.
"I was just wondering. I remember when you said you did, when Spencer was pulling all of those pranks." he said, and I thought about what he said for a second,before answering.
"No, I don't have a crush on him. It was just a little crush, like a lot of girls go through. A crush on their best friends brother." I said, and Freddie grinned.
"If you guys got married, you'd actually be Carly's sister." Freddie said, and I laughed.
"Well, that would be nice. But, trust me, I don't want to marry Spencer." I said.
Freddie nodded, like he understood. "Well Princess Puckett..." he started to say, but before he could finish, I splashed him with a little bit of water.
His brown eyes widened slightly, and I grinned, and we both automatically understood. It was so on. He splashed me back, and before we both knew it, we were wrestling in the water, our clothes getting soaked. I didn't care though. After a while, we got tired, since neither one of us could pin then other down, because we were equal matches now.
We continued to walk down the beach, our wet clothes clinging to our bodies. I looked over at Freddie, and was surprised at what I saw. Since his blue t-shirt was wet, it showed off all of his muscles. He had really buffed up. I could see biceps, and even a six-pack. He looked over at me, noticing I was looking at him.
"Are you checking me out, Puckett?" he asked.
I tried to suppress a blush, and I shook my head, furiously. "No, of course not. You're a nub, remember?"
End of Flashback
We both got dressed, and left the yurt. On the way up to the front office, I elbowed Freddie.
"What was that for?" he asked, massaging his side, where my elbow hit him.
"You're just a nub."
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up. I'll try to update sooner for the next chapter! I hope you liked this one! Thanks for reading, and please review!
