Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, sadly.
I woke up the next morning, groggily, and someone was yelling at me. "Fredward, come on, wake up." A loud voice, yelled.
I opened my eyes slowly, and then rubbed them. Then, I finally got a good look at who was waking me up.
"Sam…" I groaned.
"Come on, get up you lazy bum." Sam said, smacking me on the arm. I slept on the couch last night, and I noticed I was extremely stiff.
"Why do I have to wake up?" I whined. "It's early." I looked over at the clock, 7 A.M.
"I'm hungry." Sam said, pulling me up off the narrow little couch.
"There's a whole wet bar, over there." I groaned, running a hand through my already messy hair.
"I need some bacon, and guess what, there's no bacon. What kind of hotel wouldn't have bacon?" Sam grumbled, and I wasn't about to mess with an annoyed Sam.
"Fine, I'll take you to Denny's." I said, with a sigh.
"Good." Sam said, happily. "Now go get ready." She said, pushing me out of the room.
I sighed, and changed into a red t-shirt, and some cargo shorts. I slipped some tennis shoes on, too. I walked back into the living room, where Sam was sitting, impatiently.
"Is this okay?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at her. "Do you approve?"
"Whatever. We're leaving." Sam said, grabbing my hand, and pulling me down the stairs.
We got a quick cab, and Sam impatiently said, "Denny's." when the cab driver asked where we were going. We sped off, and quickly arrived at Denny's.
After a good meal of bacon, and some ham on the side (Sam loves Denny's pork), we left the restaurant, and found ourselves on a busy Seattle street.
"Do you want to go back to the hotel?" I asked, as she walked beside me.
Sam looked up at me. "I don't know. It's kind of nice, being free again."
I laughed. "It is, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Sam said, and her hand slipped naturally into mine.
As we walked, I decided to ask Sam something. "Do you think I should go on a date with Carly, this week?"
I noticed Sam's jaw clenched, but I didn't comment. "If you want to." Sam said, oh always so vague.
"No, I mean, what do you think I should do?" I asked.
"You guys need to discuss things…" Sam said, and her hand slipped out of mine. I felt a dejected feeling in my chest. Holding her hand was… nice.
"Yeah, I guess we do." I said, awkwardly.
We were walking towards the Seattle Pier, which wasn't too far away. As we walked, my thoughts strayed to my almost-kiss with Sam. I sort of wanted to feel her lips against mine again. I can't pretend I didn't like it all those years ago.
"You know, Freddie, if I were choosing for you, I'd choose Mandy." Sam said, and her blue eyes were staring at me.
"Really? Not Carly?" I asked, in surprise.
"Nope." She said, and I held her wonderfully warm hand again.
"Why?" I asked. You had to press Sam, to get anything out of her. I'd learned this the first year I knew her, although I had been immensely scared of her.
"Because, you have a strictly platonic relationship." Sam said, with a half-smile.
"Wow, Sam big word…" I said, lightly punching her arm.
"Shut up, Freddork." Sam said, but she was grinning.
I just smiled at her, and I realized we had made it to the pier. "We're here."
"Way to state the obvious." Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry." I said, quietly.
"I was kidding." Sam said.
"I knew that." I said, sarcastically. Sam looked up at me, and I practically melted while staring into her eyes. Once we turned back to look out at the water, I subconsciously, slipped my arm around her slender waist.
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Sam's P.O.V:
I sighed, alone in the hotel room. I wished Freddie were here, which was still a strange thought to me. He was on a double date with Lily and Scarlett. But, I wasn't thinking about that. Did Freddie really almost kiss me? Did I really stop him from doing it? My mind was in a swirl of thoughts.
We didn't argue anymore, it was more playful. I didn't like to admit it, but in my book, it's called flirting. That's right, I'm pretty sure Freddie and I are F-L-I-R-T-I-N-G with each other. Pure craziness. And the even stranger thing is, I like it.
I feel like such a loser, just waiting for him to get back. I had fun this morning, and I'm pretty sure he did too. Then, finally I heard the front door to our suite open, and a frazzled looking Freddie came into our little living room. He plopped down on the couch, next to me, and sighed.
"How did your double date go?" I asked, curiously. He looked a little worn out.
"I voted both of them off, Lily and Scarlett." He said.
"Oh, good for you." I said. 'How did they react to that decision?" I asked, sarcastically, lightly punching his arm.
"They both literally attacked me…" he said, and cracked a small smile.
"Attacked you?" I asked, shocked.
Freddie nodded. "One of the slapped me, and the other kicked my shin, and pulled my hair."
I laughed loudly. "You're kidding…"
"Nope, it really happened." He said, and laughed with me. The scene I pictured in my head just seemed hilarious.
"Then, those are my kind of girls." I said.
Freddie laughed. "The whole time they were attacking me, I was thinking this would hurt so much worse if it were Sam."
"Oh. You bet it would." I said, laughing.
"So, no rose ceremony this week." Freddie said, cracking a smile. "You're through to the next round."
"Wow, I'm in the final three." I said, sarcastically. "I'm so excited… Not really." But inside, I felt a little bit of excitement. Maybe after all these years, my feelings for him were… No, I don't even want to think about it.
Freddie laughed. "Well, you should be excited, because next week, we're flying to Paris."
"What?" I choked out.
"Yeah, one of the most romantic cites in the world." He added, with a grin.
"Awesome." I said. I can't believe I'm going to Paris with Freddie Benson.
"Yeah, but first tomorrow, I have a date with Carly in the morning, and Mandy in the afternoon." Freddie said.
"But those dates don't really matter, because there's not going to be rose ceremony, right?" I asked, confused.
"Right. But, I do get a chance, to get to know Carly and Mandy better." Freddie said.
"Get to know Carly better? You've had an obsessive crush on her since age 13." I said, smirking.
"Hey, I've gotten over that." Freddie said, smiling playfully.
"But, you still like her, right?" I asked.
"In all seriousness, I'm not so sure anymore." He said, his chocolate-brown eyes, staring into my blue ones.
A/N: Just to clear up any confusion, there is another story posted called iAm the Bachelor, by a different author. Even though our stories have the same name, and idea, they still have different plots, and the author says he/she didn't steal my idea, so, I just wanted to tell everyone that… Also, thanks for your support! Anyways, thanks for reading, and please review!