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Chapter 10: iSaved Your Life
Before the show, Freddie and Sam hung out (at Freddie's house, as always). Sam suddenly laughed.
Freddie pulled his arm tighter around her. "What are ya laughing at?"
"Nothing," Sam muttered.
Freddie stared at her. "Oh, I don't think it's nothing."
"I think it is, Freddork," Sam shot back.
Freddie smirked at her. "What are you hiding?"
"I told you nothing!" Sam tried.
Freddie then began to tickle her. "You better tell me!"
She began to laugh. "FINE!" She finally surrendered. "Fine, I'll tell you."
"Good." Freddie kissed her quickly then let her go.
"I was just wondering how many females have actually been in your house," Sam told him.
"Well," Freddie began. "You, Carly, my mom…"
Sam cracked up. "My point exactly, you dorky boy."
Freddie began to laugh too, and then he kissed her again.
Oh, how perfect things were. Little did they know that their perfect relationship was about to hit a couple of rocks.
That afternoon, on iCarly, the two girls were doing their bra bit.
"So the cycle began," the bra started. "The washing machine started to wobble and make STRANGE rumbling noises!"
Sam shook her head. "Okay, this 'ghost story' is going nowhere."
Carly gave the bra a scornful glare. "You're not scary!"
"Just wait," the bra pleaded. "Then, finally, I called Customer Service and they told me my washing machine was out of warranty."
Sam scowled. "Anything else?"
"Can I come wash some clothes at your house?" The bra begged.
"NO!" Sam yelped, smacking the bra.
Carly smacked it too. "Get out of here, you bra!"
"Bad bra, you!" Sam exclaimed.
"That's not scary," Carly replied.
"No, it's not," Sam mumbled.
"Okay," Carly began. "A lot of you guys have e-mailed and texted asking if-"
Sam suddenly screamed and dropped to the ground, clutching a paint gun. Freddie looked around, trying to see if for some reason she was aiming at him.
"I thought I heard Spencer coming," she casually informed them.
Carly looked confused. "He's night-fishing with Socko!"
Sam sighed. "Okay."
"Sorry," Carly leaned towards the camera. "Sam and Spencer are involved in a little game this week."
Sam held her blow paint gun towards the camera. "It's called Assassin, and it's not a game."
"They use blow tubes with little paint balls and try to hit each other," Carly snickered.
Sam put on her serious face, which Freddie loved. "It's serious chiz. Carly lost on the first day."
"Spencer whacked me when I was eating toast," Carly nodded.
"And I got Freddie while he was doing a camera test," Sam whooped, jumping around. Freddie normally would've come up with some sort of comeback, but seeing her so happy…he didn't say anything. "Show 'em, Fredbag!"
Freddie rolled his eyes but put on the video. His own face appeared onscreen. Carly, behind the camera, asked, "Tilt it down?"
"Yeah," the onscreen Freddie replied. "Whoa, not that much, back up."
Carly complied. Sam felt a twinge of jealousy but held it back, knowing that he didn't love Carly.
"Okay, like this?" Carly inquired.
"Yeah," Freddie told her, but then he heard screaming. It finally hit him what was going on. "No, no, no Sam, not now! Wait- OW!" The paintball hit him square in the chest, and he fell to the ground. You could hear Sam rejoicing in the background, but it was pretty embarrassing for Freddie. His girlfriend could beat him at any test of strength and skill that was similar to this one.
Sam yelled something, and Carly told the audience, "So, the only two people left in the game now are Sam and my brother Spencer."
Sam laughed. "Not for long." She leaned up to the camera. "Spencer gonna get got."
"I apologize for her grammar," Carly apologized.
"I'm not educated," Sam informed them. "But I'm a lot of fun!"
Freddie smiled. Yeah, she was.
Carly put an arm around Sam and ruffled her hair. "It's true!"
"Now, to close the show," Sam smiled evilly.
"No, Sam, don't-" Freddie began, but as usual, Sam didn't listen to him and shot a paintball straight on to the lens of the camera. "And we're NOT clear."
Sam smiled her (beautiful, according to Freddie) smile anyway.
Later that day, Carly had been dared by iCarly viewers to dress up as a bunny and offer to brush people's teeth for a dollar. Sam and Freddie had volunteered to go with her.
"You ready?" Freddie asked. Sam had gone back to sleep again, and Freddie had just managed to wake her up a few minutes ago.
"Kind of," Sam muttered. "This is gonna be…well, stupid."
"Of course," Freddie laughed, giving her a quick peck. "Now come on. We're gonna be late."
Sam went over first. She got into a fight with Carly (and kind of Spencer) over the paintball guns, and then Freddie arrived.
"Who's not ready?" he called.
Sam moved towards the door. "Let's do it!"
"We'll be back in two hours," Carly yelled to Spencer.
"Be careful," Spencer screamed after them.
"Agua (?)," Freddie replied.
"Maybe," Sam called.
Carly, the responsible one, answered, "We will."
Sam, always the sneaky one, managed to sneak back and attempt to shoot Spencer with a paintball. However, he dodged it and Carly took all of her guns, including the ones in her shoes.
During the iCarly bit, Carly was walking across the street in her pink bunny costume. Suddenly, a taco truck came flying around the corner.
It all went in slow motion then in Sam's head. The truck was there. Carly screamed. Freddie pushed her out of the way. She watched, paralyzed, as Freddie went under the truck. She couldn't scream, she didn't know how. It was like she was watching through someone else's body. Freddie! She finally realized, and took off running towards the truck.
Something wet touched her cheek, and Sam realized it was a tear. Crying. Pucketts don't cry, especially about Bensons. Too suspicious. Sam pulled on her hood and rushed to his side. Carly was standing off to the side a bit, also crying.
"Freddie?" she whispered hoarsely. "Freddie, are you okay?"
He stirred a little bit, and then, slowly, his eyes opened. "Sammy, is that you?"
She stroked his cheek gently. "Yes, it is. Are you-" her voice shook, and she tried to keep it under control. "Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine," he hissed. "Are you crying?"
"So what if I am?" Her voice broke again. "I thought you were dead."
"I'm alive," he told her.
"Is there anything I can do?" Sam asked him hopefully.
He thought for a second. "Go get Spencer, I'll be fine. The ambulance is coming." He seemed to hiss from the pain.
She bent down and kissed his cheek. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Freddie replied, and Sam took off running. When she made it to the apartment, Spencer was making a pizza.
"SPENCER!" She yelled.
"Hey!" Spencer automatically assumed the worst. "Carly said the game's on hold…."
"Spencer!" Sam repeated. "Freddie's hurt!"
"Yeah, right, I'm not falling for that," Spencer began.
Sam cut him off by slamming his pizza on the floor. "I'm not kidding! Freddie's hurt!"
"Wait, what happened?" Spencer asked. Sam explained as quickly as possible, feeling worry overcome her. He had to be okay- he just had to. She then began eating a taco that she'd stolen from the truck that hit Freddie (they could afford to lose one taco, and tacos were her worry food).
Later that day, after Freddie was settled in, Sam came to visit.
"Are you okay?" she whispered.
Freddie chuckled quietly. "I told you, I'm fine."
"No, you're not," she complained. "You're all torn up." She ran her hand down his leg. "I should go find the truck that hit you and make them pay."
Freddie laughed. "Yeah, right."
Sam grinned. "I would…for you."
"Why?" Freddie asked in all seriousness.
"I love you, you dork." Sam ruffled his hair, and then heard footsteps. "That must be your mom. I better go. Love ya."
"I love you, Sam," he whispered as she left.
Later that day, Carly and Spencer came to visit him.
"Can we please see Freddie?" Carly begged his mom.
"No." She stared stubbornly into the camera.
"Yes," Freddie amended. "Mom, let them in."
"Fine," Mrs. Benson relented, letting the two in.
Spencer opened the door. "Hello."
"Hi, Mrs. Benson," Carly tried to be as sweet as possible. "How is he?"
"Broken, damaged," Mrs. Benson growled. "But I see you look fine. Isn't that nice?"
"Mom!" Freddie exclaimed.
She then accused Carly of her flowers aggravating Freddie's allergies, and took them, but finally she left.
"She's pretty upset," Freddie stated.
"Really?" Spencer said sarcastically. "How ya doing?"
"I'm okay," Freddie stretched a little bit. "Pretty sore."
"Sore?" Carly asked. "You have a broken leg and your hand's all smushed up and it's all my fault."
Freddie looked mad. "It's not your fault."
"Yeah it is," Carly argued. "If I'd seen that stupid truck coming you'd never would've had-"
Freddie interrupted. "Stop!"
Spencer, always the ADD one, noticed another strange thing. "Hey look! His toes stick out of his cast!" He then proceeded to go over and play with them.
"Spencer!" Carly scolded.
"So are you in much pain?" Spencer asked.
Freddie scowled. "Well, I was, but the doctor sent over some pills."
"You took one?" Carly inquired.
He explained his mother's systems, and Spencer went to the bathroom.
Carly stared at him. "You saved my life." She was staring at him in the same way that Sam often did, and it was making him increasingly uncomfortable.
"Come on," Freddie smiled awkwardly.
"Sam said that truck would've run right over me," Carly told him.
Freddie smirked. "Maybe."
"Hey, you guys in here?" Sam called from far away. Freddie was grateful for the distraction. Too close.
Spencer came back in and fired, thinking it was Sam. However, he hit Mrs. Benson.
The next day at school, Gibby came up to Sam and poked her in the shoulder. "Hey, Sam," he said, planning to ask her for advice about Carly.
Sam spun around, clutching her paintball gun. Gibby screamed. "No! Don't! I'm just a Gibby!"
"Sorry," Sam explained, "I'm on the lookout for Spencer. We're the only two left in the game."
"You're at school," Gibby reminded her.
"So?" Sam replied. "Spencer'll try to sneak up on me anywhere, anytime. Even here. Watch my back while I get something out of my locker."
"And what if I see Spencer?" Gibby questioned.
Sam looked at him in a you-should-know-this kind of way. "Use your face and body to protect me."
"Ah, like a human shield," Gibby proposed.
"I was gonna say bullet monkey, but whatever tickles your peach," Sam turned and got some books out of her locker.
Gibby pointed to a man with a brown beard. "There's Spencer with a fake beard!"
Sam shot him with a paintball, and someone ran up to him. "Rabbi Goldman!"
Sam turned to Gibby. "THAT was a real Rabbi!"
Gibby looked surprised. "I didn't know! I don't have cable!"
Sam then got triple detention, and Sam shot Gibby with a paintball.
After school that day, Freddie was taking a shower. Suddenly, he tripped and fell. "Mom?" he called.
"No, it's Carly!" the girl yelled. Oh no, he thought. What's she doing here? She feels guilty, obviously. Oh, no no no. "What happened?"
"I fell," he answered in a duh-kind-of way.
"Are you okay?" Carly used her concerned voice.
"Yeah, but I don't think I can get up," Freddie decided to tell her the truth. He couldn't sit there for thirty-six minutes.
"Alright, I'll come help you," Carly decided.
"NO!" Freddie roared. "Don't come in here!"
"Why not?" Carly asked him.
"CAUSE!" Freddie bellowed. "I'm in the shower!"
Carly's voice replied, "Well, you can't just lay on the floor for thirty-six minutes!"
"Just a sec," Freddie heard as pain filled his leg. After a minute or two, she came in with her handmade blindfold on. Freddie pulled on a robe and plopped down on the bed. "You can take off the goggles now."
"That was scary," Carly laughed. "And wet."
"Yeah, thanks for helping me," Freddie felt the obligation to help her.
"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't need my help," Carly reminded him.
Freddie sighed. "Would you stop with that?"
"You know, everyone at school's saying you're a hero," Carly told him.
Freddie shrugged, feeling thoughts fly through his head. What's she doing? She can't! I have a girlfriend who I love very much. No HERO should have to go through this. "I don't feel like a hero."
"Well, you are one," Carly sat down on the bed. Freddie's radar went off. Oh no. Too close! "To me."
She began to lean over, and Freddie's eyes widened in horror. To his intense horror, he kissed her back. It was one of the biggest regrets of his life. He shouldn't have done it, he shouldn't have done it. Yet he did. His boy-hormones and his past love for Carly (he'd always wondered what it'd be like) were holding him back. Yet it was nothing like his past self had dreamed of. There were no sparks, no anything. It was nowhere as good as Sam's kiss. He couldn't pull back now- it'd hurt Carly's feelings.
Finally (to Freddie's intense relief), his mom came in. There was a whole bunch of screaming and stuff and Carly finally left. He couldn't help but to wonder what would happen next. Sam's going to find out. Carly's gonna tell her. Oh, no, oh, no. I shouldn't have led her on, I shouldn't have kissed her back. I don't love Carly! I love Sam.
Meanwhile, Sam ran out of the bushes. "Hey, Carls."
Carly screamed, then sighed. "You scared me."
Sam laughed. "Yeah, I saw that."
"What were you doing behind that bush?" Carly inquired.
"Lying behind that bush and waiting, so I can get the drop on Spencer when he comes home," Sam explained. "Man, you look even whiter than usual. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Carly replied.
Sam felt that there was something going on here. "Freddie okay?"
"Yes," Carly answered in her nervous voice. "What are you, the girl of many questions?"
"What just happened in there?" Sam asked.
Carly stuck her head out the door. "I kissed Freddie."
Sam stared after her, and that was all it took for her carefully placed world to break into shattered remains.
She shook her head, confused. There was no way…but there'd always be that doubt, that nagging doubt, which she'd had ever since Jonah. The doubt that no matter what she did, Carly would always be better. And this was living proof that Freddie liked Carly better. He'd let her kiss him.
She'd always known deep inside.
Freddie heard something outside his door, pounding on the wall. He dashed out to see who he'd expected…Sam.
"Sam?" he asked softly.
"I HATE YOU, FREDDIE!" she yelled, spinning to face him.
The tears were falling down her face, hard and fast.
"Sam!" he yelled from behind her. "What's wrong?"
"What do you think is wrong?" she screamed. "You just SUCKED FACE with my best friend and you expect me to pretend everything's fine?"
"How did you-" Freddie began.
"Carly, stupid," Sam scowled. "And here I was, beginning to think you were different. You're just the same as Jonah. You're just the same as every other freakin' boy that's picked CARLY over me."
"I was trying to not give anything away," Freddie tried.
"Yeah, I'm sure you were," Sam yelled. "Well, guess what. I'm done. I'm done with this secret, I'm done with this relationship, and most of all, I'm done with YOU."
With that, Sam spun on her heel and left, leaving a shocked Freddie behind her.
"What have I done?" He whispered into the cold night.
The time with Carly passed in a blur. He didn't take time to note every special thing that happened with her, because truthfully, it didn't matter to him. He didn't know there anniversary or the words he'd used to ask her out. He only remembered the betrayed look on Sam's face when she'd found out. He didn't remember Carly's jealousy kiss, only the look of jealousy on Sam's face. She was trying to pretend- trying to act like it was all okay between them, but it didn't work. She'd stopped wearing makeup, except to try to hide the rings beneath her eyes and the splotches on her face.
Once Carly left for class, Sam turned to him. "Yeah, savor it."
Freddie blinked. "Savor what?"
"The love," Sam replied innocently. "The Carly love." Cause you're not getting any more from me, she added silently.
"Jealous?" Freddie raised his eyebrows.
"Gross." Sam's lie was obvious, and her voice wavered. He felt so bad in that moment that he wanted to reach out and take her into his arms- only Sam Puckett would never go for a cliché like that.
"Then what's your problem?" Freddie asked, knowing very well what her problem was.
Sam turned away, blinking back tears. "It's not my problem, yours."
"Wait," he followed her.
Sam pushed him away. "Go to class, Crutchy."
"What problem do I have?" Freddie asked her. Too many to count….my best friend kissed me cause she didn't know I was going out with her best friend, and now my girlfriend broke up with me and I'm stuck going out with a girl I don't love.
Sam sighed. "You want the truth?"
"Let's hear it," Freddie volunteered.
Sam explained her theory. Freddie was like Carly's bacon- she was only dating him because of what she did, not because of who he was.
He somehow knew it deep inside. He'd never have a girl who'd like him for who he was…oh, wait, he'd already had one of those, but he'd blown it by kissing her best friend.
He had to be the stupidest human being alive.
"You just can't stand the idea of Carly and me as a couple," Freddie heard himself say. Uh-oh.
"Very true, it makes me want to puke up blood," Sam responded calmly. Freddie sighed, not listening to what she was saying.
"I gotta get to class," he told her. He hated seeing the vulnerable side of Sam…
Especially when he'd caused it.
Sam's only escape from this whole mess with Freddork and Carly was Assassin.
That was the only reason that she'd come up with that elaborate plan to 'kill' Spencer. She'd hired one of her mom's ex-boyfriends and instructed him on what to do.
That was why he did as she said.
That was why when Spencer was finally out, she rejoiced.
Because she was finally a winner at something.
Freddie knew what he had to do. He had to break up with Carly, and he had to do it fast.
He needed Sam.
It was always her, it was never Carly, and he didn't CARE if he had to keep it secret still. He needed her in his life.
"There you are," Carly gave him a huge smile.
Thankfully, he managed to have a halfway normal conversation until she said, "I love it when you talk all techie."
So does Sam, he wanted to say. Instead, he said, "Really?" with a grimace.
"It's cute and geeky at the same time," she informed him. Almost exactly what Sam would say. "It's cuky."
Freddie knew Sam was right. "You've never called my tech talk cuky before."
"Well, that was before we were…you know," she tried to explain. Freddie tried to keep the fake smile plastered on his face.
She kissed him again. Freddie hated it, there were still no sparks. He pulled away with a disgusted look on his face. Finally, he asked, "Are we like boyfriend and girlfriend now?"
Instead of the, "Can I be the boyfriend?" he'd gotten from Sam, Carly gave him an, "I don't know…maybe."
After a short conversation, Carly kissed him again. Freddie pulled back again, grossed out.
"Wow," Carly commented. "You seriously don't wanna kiss me.
NO, I don't, Freddie wanted to scream. However, he kept his cool. "Cause I'm just bacon!"
"You're bacon?" Carly put her hands on her hips.
"Foreign bacon," Freddie added.
Carly walked over to him. "Did that taco truck hit you in your brain? I thought you wanted me to be your girlfriend since the first day you met me."
Freddie groaned. "I have." Until a year ago when I got over you, and then a few months later started dating Sam.
"Well, I'm standing here with my lips all glossed up, and you're treating me like I'm your icky cousin Amanda," Carly criticized him.
"Amanda is disgusting," Freddie muttered. He then explained Sam's theory to her, ending with a, "I think we should wait a while. And then, if you still wanna be my girlfriend, I'd be really psyched about it." Good thing he's a good liar.
He decides to do one more thing as to not let down his Carly-obsessed image. He tries to get her to kiss him, and she responds by kissing him on the cheek.
As he goes down, he growls, "What did I do?"
He has to get Sam back. He just has to.
She's at the door. He tackles her and forces her outside, slamming the door behind them.
Sam's as calm as ever. "Fredbag. What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you," he meets her eyes. "I broke up with Carly, not that we were ever going out."
Sam sighs impatiently. "Great. Why do I care again?"
"Because I love you," he's begging now, but he honestly doesn't care. "I need you, and I didn't realize it until I went out with Carly. I don't love Carly, and really, I never did, it was always you. And I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again, and I want you to take me back."
A small smile appears on Sam's face. "Throw in a year's supply of meat and you've got a deal."
He pulls her into his arms and kisses her. She tastes like ham and bacon, and sparks fly everywhere. It was the kiss he'd been craving during his whole bland Carly relationship.
"I love you," he whispers.
She sighs impatiently. "I love you too, dork. Now, Mama needs her meat."
He follows after her, grinning. Oh, how good it is to have Sam back.
Well, I'm a wimp. Can't even have them broken up one full chapter. Oh, well, because in the next chappy iWas a Pageant Girl they don't act really weird around each other, so it wouldn't have made sense. Anyway, was it was good as you thought? I hope so….
Trust me, the wedgie bounce IS still on, but will not happen for a couple of episodes. Actually SPOILER ALERT Gibby will be the next to find out…then Carly, after the latest episode of iCarly. END SPOILER so we'll have a lot of Seddie before she finds out.
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