Chapter Ten: Can You Say Flashback?

"Whatever, I'm outta here" Sam said, stomping over to the apartment door. She stopped to shoot one more threat back Freddie's way. "And don't call me". Then she was gone.

Freddie was silent, a hurt and confused look on his face. Sure, him and Sam had had many fights since they started dating, but no more so than before they were together. But this one was different. This one was big. They had been fighting through most of the week, and now I was wondering if this was the end of them - and possibly the end of iCarly.

"I think I'll.." Freddie began, finally breaking his silence. Me and Carly exchanged a worried glance as his voice trailed off and whatever he was about to say was lost in a storm of mixed emotions. Instead, he just shook his head and left.

I spent the rest of the afternoon assuring Carly that everything would be alright while mentally trying to piece my plan back together. I wasn't going to let those two end on something so stupid as a stolen Pearpod (long story). Whatever it took, I was going to fix this. There was just one teeny little problem.

I needed help.

Now, by all means I am an extremely smart - and handsome - human specimen, but some jobs just required an extra head. I couldn't turn to Carly like I usually would; she was too stressed out by all this to think straight. Besides, she had a lot more than this on her plate at the time, with her SATs fast approaching and her own boy troubles. I briefly considered going to Socko, but let's just say he's way better at making awesome socks than he is with relationships.

The answer hit me like a Seattle Cobras' linebacker. I could definitely get Freddie to open up to me, but Sam was a different story. The only people she really let in were Carly and Freddie, though there was one other person who had somehow become a close friend as well. No doubt as a result of all the time they spent together in his office.

I approached one Principal Theodore Franklin early one Monday afternoon. I explained the situation, and how I believed that a little 'couple's counseling' of sorts was needed. We devised a plan - a plan within a plan - to get them to stop all this fighting. Every day I would speak with Freddie after school and Ted would speak with Sam during school. All we had to do was make it seem like it was all just coincidence. Ted had no trouble finding reasons to call Sam to the office, and somehow I kept 'bumping' into Freddie outside his apartment. I felt like a spy on a mission: a mission of love.

The final stage of the plan was to have them 'accidentally' meet at the Groovy Smoothie on Saturday. By then all would have been worked out and things would go back to normal. Well, the plan was going smoothly until that last stage. They had really opened up to me and Ted and we were sure that all the drama was finally over. But one Smoothie down Freddie's pants and a lot of yelling later, things were looking bleak. Thank goodness Carly and Gibby showed up, taking a break from cramming for the SATs.

It was there that we all had a mini-intervention. Everyone was real up front about how they felt, and by the end of it Sam and Freddie were sobbing apologies to each other. I couldn't help but cry a few tears of joy myself. It was that day, seeing the way that blond-haired girl and brown-haired boy stared at each other, hearing the way their voices trembled when they spoke to one another, and how afraid they were of their true feelings, that I knew: these two were special.

"Well, here we are." I heard Ted's voice and realized I had slumped forward in my seat, my forehead resting against the window. I looked up at the grand building in front of me. There were a few decorations on the outside, and I'm sure the inside looked amazing. Carly was in charge, after all. People were just beginning to arrive, though the parking lot was still pretty empty.

I climbed out of the truck and helped Ted unload the smoothies, donuts and bagels. We didn't say a word, though both of our faces wore a smile. The energy of this day was finally getting to me; my arms were tingling, almost numb.

"Spencer, you're dripping!" Ted said, tapping my shoulder. I looked down to find one of the smoothie cups had busted and I was getting banana-blueberry blitz all over my arm. So much for energy of the day. I excused myself and headed for the back room where Freddie was getting ready to clean myself off. As I walked in, Gibby was standing by the door, shaking his head. Freddie was no where to be found. I looked at Gibby and shrugged my shoulders, a silent question of "What's going on?". Gibby sighed.

"We have a problem, Spence."