(A/N: If you guys want more Seddie than this, you can check out my other fanfic, iSecrets. It has grownup Seddie [They're 21 in it] and what happened after iCarly ended)

10.) Inner Demons (Sam's POV)

Sam snapped awake when she heard Marissa scream, "Freddie!"

Freddie, who was still sitting beside her, snaps up. Half-trembling, he makes his way to his mother's room. Sam knows she should give them space. She knows that this battle, although partically her business, has been building up for years and years thanks to Marissa's overprotection and disapproval of Freddie's love life. She knows she should just sit by and let the first wave of the fight hit before she enters in it.

She doesn't care.

She sneaks up and moves beside the door. Pressing her ear to the wall next to the door, she listens to the furious voices of Freddie and Marissa.

"What did you think you were doing?" Marissa's voice screams.

"Mom, relax." Freddie's voice says, trying to calm it.

"How can I relax when I caught you doing"-she pauses and makes a disgusted sound-"with that deliquent?"

"I told you to stop calling her that!" Freddie hisses.

"What you did crossed the line!" Marissa snaps. "I don't want her over here anymore! I don't even want you seeing her anymore!"

"Yeah, about that mom." Freddie says, lowering his voice. "Heh, um. Look, we were just around, and...we met up with one of Sam's friends from juvy."

"And?" Marissa demands.

"He's, um, trying to find her." Freddie says. "And he's kinda dangerous."

"Then have her call the police." Marissa reasons.

There was silence. Sam knew Freddie was giving his mother some kind of look.

"She can't stay here!" Marissa gasps. "Not after...that!"

"Mom," Freddie says evenly. "I know what happened was terribly, terribly wrong. You don't think I know that? But you got pregnant when you were sixteen, and you know that."

Sam blinks. She didn't.

"And we're seventeen." Freddie says. "I'm almost eighteen. Look, I'm really sorry."

"Freddie, why her?" Marissa says helplessly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Freddie says roughly.

"Why some deliquent who's just going to throw her life away, like her own mother?"

"Look," Sam can hear Freddie clap his hands together. "She's getting better. She's not going to throw her life away. She's actually being serious about her life."

"But Freddie-"

"Mom, what does it matter if it's Sam or not? You don't approve of any of my relationships. You say none of them are good for me. But seriously, do you think I care?" Sam's eyes widen on how he was partically shouting at his mother. "Is it so wrong that I'm with Sam? Does it disgust you that much that I actually found someone who I truly love? Is that so wrong?"

"I just don't want this to end in heartbreak!" Marissa's voice softens. "You know it will."

"Why so sure of that?" Freddie snaps. "We're seniors. We aren't adults but we're learning how to love. We could make it. Why must you be this way?"

` "I don't want you to get hurt!" Marissa half-wails.

"Mom, just..." Freddie sounded flustered. "Just...leave me alone."

Sam knew that was the cue for her to move. She quickly runs soundlessly to his room and disappears behind the door. Freddie slams his mother's door open, and Sam's grateful she moved out of the way. She sits down on his bed, but doesn't pretend to go back to sleep. She just sits with a blank expression on her face.

Freddie swifts walk into the room, and pauses when he sees that Sam is awake. "How much did you hear?" He asks.

"Oh, only all of it." Sam says with a shrug.

"Don't listen to her." Freddie says. "I can't take it anymore. No matter what I say, she never listens..."

"Your mom is probably pretty frazzled." Sam says evenly. "I...I should probably just go."

Freddie grips her wrist. "I told you I'm not leaving you alone there."

"I could stay over Carly's or something..." Sam shrugs. She begins to walk out the door. "I, er, better get my car from my house, so..."

"Let me drive you there." Freddie offers. Sam figures that was a good choice; walking about outside could be dangerous, especially with Matt scourging the area. They slip out of the apartment before Marissa could stop them.

They walked down into his car and Freddie began driving. Sam started flitting with the strings of her hoodie, and she says, "I'm sorry about what happened."

"Don't be." Freddie says, not taking his eyes off the road. "We both know she's being unreasonable."

"Maybe she's right." Sam says damply.

"What do you mean?" Freddie glances sideways at her.

"You have straight A's." Sam says roughly. "You went to N.E.R.D. camp. I will probably have two or three years left to live before I'm shot by a fellow gangbanger."

"You think I would be better off without you?" Freddie says blankly.

Sam just looks at him. "Think about it."

Freddie is silent for a while. Sam digs her fingernails into the carseat. She knew what she said was true. That didn't mean she wanted it to be true.

"You know what?" Freddie says slowly.

Sam looks up at him.

"You're right. I would be better off without you." Freddie says. "I'm studious and stuck to the rules and you're a rebel. And we're in a relationship."

Sam realizes that her words are setting into him, and she ducks her head down.

"But that's the thing. I would be better off without you and you would be better off without me. But is that really what we want?" Freddie pulls over to the side of the road. The sun was beginning to set, turning the sky an orangish-pink color. "I mean, we're 'seddie' after all." He chuckles. "Would you really like it if we weren't fighting or arguing or being ourselves all the time? Do you really want to break up with me?"

"Nooo, I don't!" Sam says, almost desperately. "You know I don't. I just think..."

"...that we aren't right for each other?" Freddie finishes.

"I know it's not like me to worry about these kinds of things." Sam says drily. "But...it's true. And you know it."

"Who cares if it's true?" Freddie says simply.

Sam glances at him.

"Sam, things aren't placed out like fate." He says softly. "Fate doesn't exist."

She was surprised to hear him saying all of this. Freddie has always been a perfectionist. A strong believer in fate. Ever since he met Carly he was certain that fate destined them to be together. Everything had to be perfect. Just perfect.

"Funny to hear you say that." Sam mutters.

"Well, ever since I've been with you I realized that perhaps things are better spontanous." He says with a shrug.

Sam stays silent.

"So, do you want to break up with me?" Freddie repeats again. Sam always knew that he had one of the worst poker faces she has ever seen. The desperation was clear on his face. He was trying to hide it, but was failing miserably. Sam didn't want to break up at all; she was doing it for him. Doesn't he know that? But, he was giving her the choice, and he didn't want to either...

Funny that the two were only trying to help the other, but both their hearts would be broken in the process.

"No I don't." Sam repeats. "Do you?"

"Obviously not." Freddie replies. "So, what do you want to do about all of this...?"

"...I don't know." Sam says, blinking. "Do you think it's bad that we're so different."

"To be perfectly honest, Sammy," Freddie says, leaning close. "I actually like it a lot better."

Freddie was clearly going to kiss her but Sam decided that she would much rather make the first move. She presses her lips against his, pulling him closer. He immediately goes along with it, tilting his head down towards her. It wasn't one of their passionate ordeals, and within ten seconds or so Sam pulls away.

"So, we...aren't breaking up?" Freddie makes sure.

"No, I don't think so." Sam answers. She's secretly relieved, but she still wonders about the whole subject.

Oh, what does she care? Freddie pulls her again and while they're kissing, Sam realizes that it doesn't matter what the world thinks when they're alone. It doesn't matter what everyone else thinks while they're in this car. It's just the two of them. Why should she care what other people think?

As long as they loved each other, why did other people matter?