Chapter 10: The Night Before

Everybody thinks I'm a genius, but in reality I'm an idiot. A huge idiot! I'm just like any other man controlled by a woman. A least it's only been one. Sam doesn't know it but ever since we met she's had some sort of sick hold on me. Apparently, I'd reached my boiling point; I don't know what happened all I wanted was answers. I didn't understand why I'd pushed all of my questions aside for one night of love making, granted it was THE BEST sex of my life. I made love to her and she hadn't lied she was most definitely a virgin. I will have to replace Mrs. Scott's sheets. She scratched my back painfully as I entered her and even though I used a slower pace with her she still said "Ow" occasionally. She was beautiful with her skin glowing and flushed cheeks. But it was her moans and her confessions that made it all the sweeter. She confessed to loving me over and over again, she said she wanted no one else but me, but all of that had changed with the sunrise. She gotten up and spent the day with Carly, and she's been with Carly ever since. It had been three days and we still hadn't talked about it. Now, it was the night before Carly's wedding and I seriously thought that because of my stupid impulses I may never even speak to Sam again.

"Freddie," Carly said as knocked on my door. I opened it and she looked a little distraught.

"What's wrong are you having cold feet?" I teased and she glared at me.

"I haven't even had time for any of that I've been dealing with Sam. Have you talked to her?" She said as she plopped down on my bed.

"Is that supposed to be some kind of a joke?" My tone had changed and Carly seemed confused. I guess Sam hadn't told her anything, I was thankful. Carly had the tendency to push for information, at least that's what she did with me.

"Why would I joke? Did something happen?" She arched her eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips.

"No, I haven't talked to Sam." I answered her first question and that was all I planned to say. "Is something wrong with her … I mean besides the obvious?" I tried to joke but Carly's face held it's seriousness.

"Nothing she just … Sam, isn't Sam. She cried like really cried at our dress fitting the other day. I hadn't seen her cry so hard since she found out that they were closing down the restaurant chain that made her favorite fried chicken." Carly sighed and I laughed.

"I remember that day. I went out and bought her twenty buckets of chicken." I laughed even harder and then was filled with dread. Yet another memory of being with her was brought to the surface that I'd have to repress.

"And she finished them all in three days," Carly added, "That's beside the point, I'm worried about her now. She's so clingy do you think she's jealous about the wedding?" I shook my head. "Then what is it!"

"I can't tell you this one Carls, sorry," I leaned on the dresser and avoided eye contact with her. "Your guess would be as good as mine." I sighed as my mind started to wander back to what Sam and I had done on the bed that Carly was now sitting on.

"Well, can you help me figure it out tonight? Instead of having all my bridesmaids in my room the night before my wedding I wanted to hang out with you and Sam. I just miss our time together." I smirked, I had a good feeling that she hadn't run this by Sam first.

"I'm cool with it Carls, you should talk to Sam first though." Carly eyed me curiously.

"Why? The two of you seem to be getting along well enough." I shrugged and she pouted. "It's my wedding and this is what I want. She'll deal." Carly got up and left my room. It gave me the chance to smile fully, Carly was helping me and she didn't even know it. She was forcing our dear sweet Samantha Puckett to talk to me (or at the very least in my direction) since sleeping together.

Night fell and as promised all three of us hung out in Carly's hotel suite. She had all of our favorite snacks brought up and bought Sam and her matching pink pajamas. I guess she just wanted to feel like a kid again one more time before her big day. "Look, I brought pictures and I thought that Freddie could pull up some archived iCarly webcasts and we could reminisce before my life completely changes."

"Don't be so dramatic Shay, you're getting married, you're not being shipped out to war." Sam teased as she laid out on the bed. I was kneeling in front of the TV checking to see if it had the capabilities to show the video through it. Watching her reflection in the dark television screen was enough to make me want Carly out of the room. I wanted Sam all over again. Maybe being with her was a mistake now that I'd had her no woman would be good enough.

"I am not! Freddie, do you think I'm being over dramatic?" Carly asked whining playfully as she sat on the floor beside me.

"No, it's your wedding and it's a big deal." I smirked as I spoke the words. My mother always told me that the woman is always right, she didn't tell me what to do when I was constantly surrounded by two of them. I knew as a typical norm Sam didn't care what I thought, Carly however had the tendency to pout. I didn't want to piss her off the night before her wedding.

"Shocker Benson agreed with you," Sam grumbled. I turned and looked at her she was lying upside down with her head hanging off the bed. Her eyes locked with mine only briefly, I couldn't read her expression, but judging by her mood she most definitely pissed. I think that's always been my problem. I couldn't never fully read Sam, she only allowed me to see what she wanted me to see. I never saw our second break up coming. I never knew that she was unhappy or whatever she felt that made her ruin my happiness.

"You should lie that way all the blood will rush to your head," I murmured.

"No cheez Captain obvious. Why do you always talk to me like I'm twelve," she hissed. Regardless of her gripe she turned onto her stomach and scooted up on the bed.

"What do you constantly act like a juvenile?" I retorted. I knew I shouldn't have said that she was going to raise hell because of it, but if she wasn't going to talk to me the next best alternative would be for her to scream at me.

"HOW DARE YOU … you know what I'm not doing this. I don't act like a juvenile Fredward, I do however think you are an ass. I would ask that you please reframe from talking to me anymore … like for the rest of you natural born life would be good." She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. I was left disappointed I wanted a shouting match. I wanted her to get up in my face to bring her fury, her passion. I wanted her blue eyes glazed and heated. The stare I was giving was cold and detached. I glanced over at Carly who was now glaring at me.

"I thought you were going to help me!" She hissed at a whisper.

"I was. I am," I answered.

"Yeah well, FYI yelling at her is not helping." She punched me in the shoulder before going to the bathroom door. "Sam … you okay in there. Freddie didn't mean it." She cooed to her and the door opened.

"I don't care about what he thinks or says. I just had to pee." She plopped back down on the bed.

"Sure," Carly murmured. "Okay, how about we drink. Right now drinking sounds like an excellent idea." She skipped over to the end of the buffet table. "I've got beer and champagne." She said holding up a couple of bottles. I reached my hand out and she placed the beer in my hand. "Sammy cake would you like a glass?"

"Nope I'm good." Her words were blunt.

"SAM! You are ruining this for me. Snap out of it!" Carly shook her best friend who laughed a little.

"Sorry Carly, sure give me a glass," Sam sighed, put on a fake smile, and sat upright.

God bless alcohol. After we all had a couple drinks we all loosened up. All three of us laid on the bed, Carly in middle, watching old webcasts. It had been hours of laughing and old stories, but one webcast that I had intentionally loaded was about to threaten the good mood.

"Oh God," Carly whispered. We watched as the show started. Sam and Carly started the show from the mental institution, not ten minutes into the webcast I kissed her. It was one of our shortest webcasts ever but was by far one of my favorites. As soon as it was over I was waiting for Sam's response, she gave none. She'd commented on every show except this one. I don't get it, I was starting to think I never would. Why was Sam making it so hard on us? In reality I felt we should be married by now. She derailed our happily ever after, yet acts like it's my fault.

In the middle of my mental rant I heard Carly's phone ring. She picked it up and groaned. "Hey Mrs. Scott … but I'm in the middle of … how long will this take … okay, okay, fine." Carly hung up the phone and turned to us. "I have to go okay the music list we my future mother in law."

"I thought you did that yesterday," Sam said matter of factly with her mouth full of cheetoes.

"I did, but you know how she is, she wants to add a couple of songs. I guess it's good that she is asking my permission. Anyway, I'll be right back she's just down the hall." She said with her hand already on the door knob. She glanced at me with a smile in her eyes, somehow I felt like Sam was being set up. I wasn't because I knew that I wanted to spend time with her, so I saw it as a favor.

"I could go with you," Sam offered. "You know be your back up." I chuckled to myself. Since when is Sammy so helpful? Never.

"Thanks, but I got this." Carly giggled before leaving us alone.

It took Sam all of five seconds to hop off the bed and sit on the couch across from me. "Wow." I chuckled and shook my head. "Don't worry Sam; I'm not going to attack you."

"Trust me I'm not worried about that." She crossed her arms and legs at the same time. This opportunity was about to be wasted. I really had nothing else to say to this version of Sam. "You know, you can be such a jerk and so insensitive." I just looked at her I'd shut down if she wanted me to know what the hell she was talking about she'd continue. If not I'd just take the insult and be thankful that I didn't end up with someone who apparently didn't know me at all. "So does Carly know you're still in love with her?" I looked at her and she actually had tears in her eyes.

"What?" I was too confused.

"I hope you didn't come to stop the wedding that would really suck. Dylan is such a great guy and …," she was rambling or at least that was what it seemed like to me since her words didn't make any sense.

"I don't love Carly." I interrupted her and she rolled her eyes, tears fell down her face.

"Bull, you always take her side and AND you should see the way you look at her." She was so angry her face was turning red.

"Sam, I don't love Carly! How could you even think that after … everything that we've been to each other." I got off the bed and was now kneeling in front of her. I didn't touch her for fear that she would move and by move I mean leave the room.

"I was just something to do, second choice. I bet you enjoyed laying on the bed beside her, I bet you wish I would just disappear, then you'd be able to say that you screwed the both of us." She snapped.

"Shut up Sam! I don't know why you're saying this stuff, but you're full of crazy!" How dare she accuse me of being such a jerk.

"Because it's true," she whispered as she caught her breath. "You share everything with Carly. You never trusted me, you even told her about personal stuff about our relationship, things I would have never told her." More tears.

"I told her because she asked. I didn't realize it was a big deal … I'm sorry. You didn't trust me either. You didn't even tell that this stuff bothered you. You never told me that you were hurting you just disappeared! You have NO IDEA how badly you hurt me Sammy. I mean out all the times you kick, pushed, and punched me, you leaving me hurt so much worse." Her tears overwhelmed her, I'd never seen her cry so hard.

"Lines," she uttered in between staggered breaths.

"It's the truth Sammy," I hesitantly took her hands in mine. "And please stop comparing my feelings for Carly to you. I had a crush on Carly, I'm in love with you."

"You mean you were in love with me," she corrected me pulling her hands away.

"I meant what I said." She wiped her tears and then stood up. "I never stopped thinking about you or loving you. Never."

"That can't be true." She shook her head in disbelief.

"Why did you leave me Sam? I know you love me; you said it so many times the night we were together. What happened that made being with me so bad?" She turned and looked at me shocked. Just as she was about to speak Carly came back. Sam pulled away from me and I missed yet another promising opportunity to learn the truth.

Author's Note: Okay folks here is another chapter. I hope you like it! As always read and review … no flames.