To the people who say this is out of character- Some chapters are lovey dovey because they DO obviously love each other, others aren't so lovey dovey. Most are just fluffy. Enjoy the fluff.


Chapter nine: Stupid

"Okay," Carly said as she narrowed her eyes on a pastel colored index card. "This one says smash a guitar." Carly frowned and looked at Sam, sitting on the bean bag beside her. "Why would you want to smash guitars?"

"Oh, come on. That's like everyone's goal in life," Sam responded honestly.

Freddie, standing by his tech cart, nodded and chuckled. "So true."

Carly looked up at him. "Well, you only agree because you're her boyfriend."

He chuckled again. "So true."

Sam rolled her eyes and read an index card she was holding. "This one says We could get iCarly's biggest fans and have them play iCarly jepardy. That could be fun," Sam said. "Except all of iCarly's biggest fans are psycho paths."

"So true," Freddie mumbled.

Carly groaned. "Ugh, stop agreeing with her just because you two are dating."

"Actually, I wasn't agreeing with her just because she's my girlfriend this time. That really is true."

"I know," Carly sighed. "It is true. Why does our webshow have such creepy fans?"

"Hey," Sam said optimistically, "Not all of them are crazy, just the major iCarly fans."

Carly nodded and read another index card from the deck she was holding. She read it aloud. "Rip the buttons out of TV remotes." Carly and Freddie both looked at Sam curiously. How does she come up with these ideas?

Sam sighed and stood up. "You guys can look at me that way all you want, but I know it's a good idea. Haven't you ever been holding a TV remote and you wanted to just rip one of the soft buttons out? Every kid wants to do that."

"Right," Carly said sarcastically, "Just like every kid wants to smash a guitar."

"I hear your sarcasm and I'm not appreciating it." Sam walked near Freddie. "You agree with me, right? We should totally rip the buttons out of TV remotes?"

He bit his lip. "I really don't."

She frowned suddenly. "Why don't you agree with me?"

"It's stupid."

"You're stupid," was her comeback. It was a force of habbit and she couldn't help it.

"I'm smarter than you," he said harshly.

Sam's heart flip-flopped when he said that to her. She couldn't belive it. She didn't even try to up that. She just turned around and walked out of the studio, obviously hurt.

Freddie cringed when the studio door slammed.

"You shouldn't have said that, Freddie."

He turned around as Carly stood up and faced him.

"I know. I don't even know why I said it," he sighed. He was angry with himself.

"Go apologize to her," Carly pointed towards the door.

"Wait," Freddie narrowed his eyes. "What if she kills me?"

"Talk to her in a public place with witnesses," Carly said like it is the most obvious thing in the world.

Freddie's eyes widened. "What? You actually think she'll try to kill me? You were supposed to tell me she would never do something like that to me!"

"Sorry, but it's Sam we're talking about here. With her, you just never know what she'll do next."

"Yeah, I should know," he said quietly.

"Wha- You're not thinking about dumping her are you? Because Sam may be tough, but she does have feelings. Just because you never know what she'll do next, doesn't mean you should dump her. I mean, that's why you love her so much. You can't-"

"Carly, calm down," Freddie exclaimed. "I still love Sam. I'm not breaking up with her."

"Oh, good. I was really worried there," Carly said with relief. "Now you should go find her and apologize."

He nodded obidently. "Okay, I'll go apologize." He started walking away. "I can do this," he said to himself. "She loves me. She wouldn't hurt me. I think."

...

Freddie searched for an hour. He checked the park, Sam's house, Groovy Smoothie, the Grocery store, the meat store, the little shop near the pear store that sells all junk food and... nothing. No sign of Sam.

I really screwed up, Freddie thought to himself as he walked back into Bushwell's lobby.

Lewbert was sleeping with a newspaper over his face and Freddie was thankful he was passed out, otherwise he would be screaming at him- and Freddie doesn't need to be screamed at right now.

He pulled out his Pear Phone and called Sam on speed dial. She picked up after two rings.

"What do you want?" She asked bitterly.

"Sam, where are you?" He asked frantically.

She pursed her lips. "Why would I tell you that? I'm probably hiding some place stupid because I'm stupid."

He groaned silently and tried not to yell at Sam for being so stubborn. "Seriously, Sam. I've been looking for you for an hour now and I have no idea where you are. Obviously your hiding spot is not stupid, and neither are you."

"Well, if you must know, I'm in the basement of Bushwell."

"Why there?"

"Because it would be a place you would never even think to check. I knew you'd come looking for me." She paused and continued, "I'm sorry, is the basement of your apartment building a stupid place to hide? Am I just so stupid that I couldn't think of a better place to hide? Are basements stupid? Because I'm pretty sure stupid people are drawn to stupid places."

He rolled his eyes and hung up. He ran to the basement in a flash.

When he got there, Sam was sitting on the stairs playing with her thumbs. Her back was to him and she never heard him approaching.

He sat down beside her and that's when she noticed he was there already.

"Hi, Sam," he said in a whisper.

She stared at her hands thoughtfully, ignoring Freddie.

He sighed deeply. "Sam, I'm sorry for saying that. I didn't mean to make you feel stupid. You're not stupid, so don't even think you are."

She looked up from her hands and stared at him with no expression. "You wouldn't have said that if it wasn't true. I know you're smarter than me, okay? I know I'm stupid." She looked away again.

He frowned and put his thumb and index finger on her chin, turning her head gently back to him. "No, you're not. You're not stupid. Stop being stubborn and believe me."

"I'm a straight C student. So, yeah, I'm stupid."

He shook his head. "That's not true. You got two B's this past term."

"Yeah, so?"

"So you're not stupid," he replied, beginning to get frustrated.

"You helped me study and you made me do my homework. You, being the smart one, forced me, the stupid one, to actually try. I'm usually not smart."

"That's untrue. I forced you to do your work because I know you're smart enough to do it."

She shrugged. "I'm not totally convinced."

He rolled his eyes and planted his lips on hers. Immediately, she melted into it, kissing him back. Then, he suddenly pulled away and spoke quietly, "You're not stupid at all."

"Okay, just because you can't keep your lips off me, doesn't mean I'm not stupid."

He nodded. "This is true. But still, you're not stupid or dumb or unintelligent. You get C's in school because you don't try. But when it comes to beating people up or devising devious plans, you're so much smarter than me. I got to give you props, Sam. You're really street smart."

"Yeah, but not book smart. And I think gross things are funny. I have no style and-"

"And I love you that way. I don't want you to be all negative like this. You're the most confident, beautiful, and non-stupid girl I know," Freddie told her sincerely.

She half-smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too."

She leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, then she pulled him into a loving hug. It lasted a while because Sam closed her eyes and rested her chin on his shoulder.

They both ended up parting, and they stood up slowly.

"We should get back to the meeting," Freddie said.

"Yeah, but before we go back, I'll only really forgive you if you help me convince Carly to do the button bit on iCarly," Sam crossed her arms and stared at him intensely.

He sighed, "Alright. I'll tell her we should do it. It could actually be a lot of fun, I guess."

Sam nodded and then slapped Freddie across the face.

He held his cheek in pain. "What was that for? My cheek is probably going to swell up now."

Sam shrugged, "I felt that's what I should have done right after you said you were smarter than me."

He frowned and rubbed his cheek. "Let's just go back to the studio," he mumbled.

"Okay," Sam smiled brightly as they walked up the stairs to the main floor.


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