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Sam POV (continued)
"Uhh…well it seemed like the easiest. It was the first one that came to mind…" Freddie trails off and I glare at him. Why would he say that the first he thought of when he wanted to carry me was bridal style? Carly would definitely think there's some hidden meaning there. It hurt me that it didn't have any hidden meaning at all.
"Not helping, Fredwad!" I hiss at him. Carly looks between me and Freddie, confusion fast becoming frustration.
"Did you carry Sam the same way both times?" she asks Freddie. He nods and I groan. This is going to be bad. "Then why is it such a big deal? The first way you thought to carry Sam can't be that bad." I shake my head in disagreement, watching as Freddie mirrors my groan from a few seconds ago. He's starting to see the fallout from this. He can't have the girl that he's in love with think that he feels anything towards me. Carly slams her hand on the coffee table, making both of us jump. "Tell me how you carried Sam!" She demands.
"I put one arm under her knees and another arm on her back. The first time she put her arms around my neck but the second time she was too tired to. " He says quickly, obviously hoping that she won't recognize it. Carly thinks for about a second and then she lunges forward, gasping. I slowly turn my eyes to Freddie.
"Nice going." I say sarcastically. He shrugs and I automatically shrink towards him when Carly turns to look at us. Her eyes are careful to conceal any emotion she might be feeling.
"The first thing you thought of when you wanted to carry Sam was bridal style?" Carly asks, her words growing increasingly shriller and faster the longer she talks. Freddie nods his head. "Show me!" Carly pleads. I shake my head vigorously, ignoring her plea. I feel a warm hand on my wrist send a tingle of awareness through me as I'm being pulled to my feet.
"Well, being the good friend I am, I picked Sam up like this." It takes me a second to process and, when I do understand, my eyes widen in horror. Only it's already too late. Freddie crashes his arm into my knees and forces me to fall back onto his other hand. He lifts me against him easily.
"You jerk." I hiss through my teeth, folding my arms across my chest. "Put me down NOW or you're going to need your stupid first aid kit!" I threaten, glaring daggers. He meets my glare with an easy smile. His eyes speak clearly, daring me to follow through on my empty threat. I glare back steadily, suddenly caught in chocolate. I can't force myself to look away and I really don't want to. My anger fades and a dull hopelessness fills me. Why was I doing this to myself? Why couldn't I just give up? The problem was I had already given up on any possibility of Freddie and I, yet I still loved him. I wished I could just be his friend/enemy (depending on the situation). Less pain and confusion for both parties that way. I hear someone clear their throat and look towards the sound in confusion. Carly, looking very smug, is obviously wondering what just happened.
"Staring contest. You made me lose." I lie, hopefully convincingly. "Put me down." I tell Freddie, not really wanting him to. He obliges, looking a little out of it. Probably wondering why I was staring at him all creepy. I collapse next to Carly and he continues.
"So, I carried Sam and put her down on-." He falters, looking at me for help. It's clearly going to complicate things if Carly finds out that I slept in Freddie's bed. Even worse if she finds out that we shared the bed. Worst case she finds out that we accidently cuddled. I shudder at Carly's possible reaction to that one. I stare back, my eyes telling him what I thought. He nods his head once in acknowledgment and turns back to Carly. "I put her on the couch. I got her a bunch of blankets, a beanie and some socks to keep her warm while she slept. I took her temperature every few hours to make sure she was ok. We both got hungry this morning so we had pop tarts." He shrugs. "We were tired and went back to sleep." Carly glare flickers between Freddie and I, somehow detecting the lie.
"Sam went back to sleep on the couch and you slept on the floor?" she asks almost sarcastically. I exchange a brief look with Freddie before he continues.
Keep going. She can't prove anything. I tell him silently.
"Yeah." Freddie says, frowning at Carly's scowl. Carly still doesn't believe us. I was very surprised when she did the most unCarlyish thing ever: she let it go.
"Well, then let's watch some Girly Cow. The power came back on a few minutes before you got here." She says easily, reaching for the remote. I can't help but notice that I'm leaning towards Freddie. Again. It's not a conscious or voluntary movement; instead it's an insistent pull far outside of my control. I grind my teeth together, ignoring my aching chest as I lean away from him. My stomach growls impatiently and I get up, heading to the fridge to raid for some food. We spend the next hour or two watching old reruns of Carly's favorite TV show. I eat an entire platter of ham by myself, trying to ignore Carly. Half the time she's trying to get me to switch seats with her so I can sit next to Freddie, and the other half she's glaring at me for refusing to switch seats with her. Eventually I give a tiny shout of frustration at Carly's behavior, rising from the couch and heading towards the door. I skid to a stop when Freddie plants himself in front of me. It's obvious from his expression that he hadn't picked up on Carly's not so subtle behavior and is wondering what's wrong. I narrow my eyes to slits and irrational anger pulses through me.
"Move, Benson or I'll make you move." I threaten, trying not to push him out of the way because that means touching him. Touching Freddie is something that I crave too much for my own good.
"Where are you going?" he asks, unabashed by my harsh tone.
"Home. Is that ok with you?" I ask, mocking him. His eyes tighten and for once I can't read the emotion in them.
"Am I-." He backtracks. "Are we going to see you tomorrow?" I raise my eyebrows.
"It's iCarly tomorrow night, right?" I give in, shouldering him out of my way and doing my best not to over think the electricity that fills my veins with fire. I slam the door behind me for effect, smiling grimly to myself.
Freddie POV 9:35PM Day 5
I wince when Sam slams the door and slowly turn back to face Carly. Her face is set in frustration and she sighs. I'm starting to get the slight dullness that I usually feel whenever I'm not around Sam. It seems that since I've been around her for a whole day, it's going to be worse than usual.
"I've got to go, Carly. See you tomorrow." I say weakly, closing the door before she can respond.
Carly POV 9:40PM Day 5
Freddie closes the door behind him, obviously down about something. It wasn't really a mystery that Sam and Freddie were upset because the other was upset. No, the mystery was why they were upset in the first place. It was frustrating beyond belief to know that they both were in pain because they weren't together. I sigh, pulling out my pear phone and going to my Seddie picture folder. A smile tugs at my lips as I look at my two pictures. The first is from this afternoon, the unbelievably sweet one where they're cuddling. The second shows Freddie holding Sam bridal style, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back. Sam's arms are crossed stubbornly, but her head rests against his chest. The most disturbing part of the entire picture is that they're staring at each other with a mixture of the most intense longing but also of defeat, like they've already given up on any possibility of being together. Sam's eyes especially carry the defeated look as she stares up at Freddie. I put my phone away, more determined than ever to get Sam and Freddie together. Even if it kills me. Which, considering the couple, it just might.
Carly's at it again! What will she possibly do with the pictures? So...was it completely Seddie? Or was it completely suckish? How am I supposed to know if you don't review? :(
Thanks to all of the reviewers who found my story again after a week of no updates! You guys (and girls) are amazing: xx-SamxFreddie-xx, Seddielovergrl, xBeckyBooHerex, Gabsikle, Kpfan72491, Mystapleza, razberrie21, smileyface, icecoffee18, Autumn, and Ben!
TO BEN: SPELL CHECK HAS FAILED ME! lolz... Yes, it is spelled wrong and thanks for catching it and telling me so I can be on the lookout for it while I'm editing. Little known fact? I am one of the worst spellers in the entire world (not kidding) and the only thing that makes my stories readable is spell check. :)
Want more iShakespeare? I've been adding some Sneak Peeks to my profile from coming chapters if you want to go check it out. They are NOT in chronological order and out of context (so don't make TOO many assumptions) but there are some pretty good lines in there.
Well...that's just about it! Thanks so much for reading and I know you want to review so I'll just leave you to it! :)
