1Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, sadly.
Freddie's P.O.V:
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, her piercing blue eyes staring at me.
"I just mean that you said being friends is an important part of being married. I just meant we're good friends. That's all," I answered.
"It seemed to me like you were implying we should get married or something," Sam said. I thought it was odd that she didn't seem totally disgusted by that.
"I didn't mean..." I trailed off. "I don't know what I meant."
Sam turned to stare out the window. I could tell she was thinking and I didn't want to interrupt. We started to drive and I watched the endless stretch of highway in front of me. It seemed to be hours that passed by before Sam spoke again. Although when I looked at the clock, it was only a few minutes.
"Do you think we would make a good married couple?" she asked suddenly.
I almost spit up. "What?"
"I don't want to repeat it Benson. You know what I said," she said, with an annoyed tone to her voice.
"I don't know. I guess..." I said.
"Well, we have been friends for a long time," she said.
"Getting married takes a lot more than just being friends though," I said. I looked over at her. She had her window rolled down, and her blonde curls were blowing around everywhere.
"I know that," Sam said with a huff. "Never mind."
I didn't really know what else to say on the subject, so I didn't press further. Why did she even ask if we would make a good married couple? We would fight half the time, that probably wouldn't be a healthy relationship. But, we've been friends so long and that hasn't really affected us too much. Did I like Sam in that way. The good way?
She's pretty, beautiful even. Only an idiot wouldn't notice that. I spend pretty much every waking moment with her. We're together so often, it's weird when I go somewhere without her. Her voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts.
"Freddie, look over there," she said, pointing towards a town we could see below us.
"What about it?" I asked, and I saw a grin on Sam's face.
"I see a carousel," she said excitedly.
"Oh yeah, I see that," I said. The town did look pretty cool. I didn't even have to ask Sam if she wanted to see it, I already knew. I made a sharp turn onto a street with a sign that pointed to the town. It was called Seaside, Oregon.
The ocean looked beautiful as we drove down what I figured was the main road of the town. There were people everywhere. It was obvious about two-thirds of them were tourists. Hawaiian shirts and big floppy hats were abundant. Mothers were rubbing sun screen all over their little kids who looked as if it was the last thing they wanted to be doing.
"Freddie, let's park the truck and walk around a little bit," Sam said and I complied with her request. I pulled into the nearest parking lot, and was relieved to find it was free parking. We needed as much money as we could get at the moment.
We got out of the truck and Sam took off in the direction of the beach. I followed her, as usual. She was out of my sight in a few seconds. I could tell she was excited about this place. She always liked little beach towns, and this town fit that description perfectly.
Finally I caught up to her, and she was standing on a boardwalk, tapping her foot impatiently. "Slow much?" she asked me. I rolled my eyes.
She grabbed my arm and dragged me down the boardwalk. I saw a sign that said it was called the Promenade. I looked out at the ocean, feeling content. Sam hadn't let go of my arm and I decided to do something pretty bold. I grabbed her hand. She looked at me, surprised. I figured she would let go, but she didn't. We strolled down the promenade, holding hands. It felt really natural to hold her hand. I liked it.
"Do you want to go ride the carousel?' I asked. Sam nodded, and pulled me in the direction of the spinning red ride.
We stood in line for a few minutes and we reached the front. Sam chose a seahorse to ride on and I chose a pony. We were right next to each other. I felt a little silly because it was pretty much little kids and their parents on the ride besides us, but Sam didn't even notice. The ride started and music that sounded like it had been played for thirty years straight started. I felt the history of the ride immediately. I wondered how many people had been on this carousel.
I looked over at Sam, and she smiled at me. Her blue eyes were sparkling with happiness. Some of her hair was falling in her face and I wanted to brush it out of her eyes. I stopped myself though. After a few more minutes of going in circles the ride stopped and we got off. This time Sam grabbed my hand as we walked back towards the promenade.
"Look over there," she said and I looked in the direction she was pointing.
There was an outdoor craft mall a little ways down the promenade. We walked over there, still holding hands. We walked through the various craft booths, seeing things like dolls made out of shells and pottery. Sam suddenly stopped. She was looking at something. It was a painting.
I examined it. It was a painting of two people walking down a beach. The carousel was in the background and you could see the promenade. The strangest thing about it was the people in the picture. They looked like me and Sam. It wasn't exactly like us, but the girl had blonde curly hair and the guy had short brown hair. They were holding hands.
"That's weird," I said and Sam looked at me.
"I think we should buy it," she said.
"If we buy it, we'll only have about fifty dollars left," I said. "We'll probably have to sleep in the truck tonight."
"I don't care. If we don't buy this, I know I'll regret it," she said, and I knew there was no point in arguing with her. Especially since I kind of wanted it too.
Sam took the painting off of the wall and took money out of my pocket. "You could have just asked me to get it out," I said.
She smirked. "You're too slow."
She bounced off to check out with it and I looked around at the other paintings. None of them really stood out to me besides the one we were buying. Sam came back with a large wrapped package and we left to put it in the truck.
"Fredward, I'm getting hungry. Go buy me some food," she said.
I sighed. "Fine, but it has to be cheap."
"I know. I saw a hot dog stand that way," she said, pointing down the promenade. We got to the hot dog stand after a short walk and Sam ordered three hot dogs. One for me, two for her.
We sat on a bench that overlooked the ocean. The wind was blowing slightly and I glanced over at Sam. She was already in full hot dog eating mode, with chunks of food covering her mouth. I didn't really find it gross anymore. It was normal to me.
I looked out at the ocean. The sun was beginning to set and the light casting colors on the water made it look like the painting we just bought. Sam was looking at it too.
"Let's walk down there," she said, and I nodded.
We threw away our hot dog trash and walked down the stairs of the promenade. We took off our shoes and carried them. Sam slipped her hand into mine again once we made it out to the water. The surf was lapping against our feet as we walked. We walked for a while, not saying anything. We passed families relaxing on the beach, people jogging, old women reading books, and pretty much every type person as we walked.
We reached a section of beach that no one was on. It was really far from the town actually. I guess I hadn't realize how far we had walked. There were no more sounds of people talking and laughing. Occasionally you could hear a bird or something, but besides that the only sound I heard was the water hitting the sand. It was peaceful.
We stood there and looked at the water for a few minutes before Sam looked up at me. "Freddie, why are we doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"Holding hands, being protective of each other. We haven't really acted this way since we came on this trip," she said.
I just looked at her because I wasn't sure what to say. Her hair was blowing around her face and her blue eyes seemed to be glowing in the dim light. I had trouble not forgetting the question she just asked me.
I finally thought of something to say. "Yeah we have, I mean, we're best friends. It's normal to do that kind of stuff."
"Not really Freddie. We're kidding ourselves when we say that. Just like when we hold hands or..." she trailed off.
"Or what?" I asked.
"Snuggle," she said quietly. I almost laughed, but I contained myself when I saw Sam's glare. She hates that word and I'm pretty sure that's the only time she's ever said it.
"So what are you saying? We should stop doing that stuff?" I asked. She stared at me and I could tell she was thinking about what she should say. All of the sudden, I realized something. I didn't want her to answer because I wanted to keep holding hands and keep hugging and keep doing everything that couples do.
"No, I..." she started to say, but I interrupted her.
I grabbed her shoulders and kissed her. At first she stood still and rigid, like she was in shock, but then she kissed me back. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt like I was in a dream or something. It felt so good kissing her. It was a feeling I can't and won't ever be able to describe.
Then, it ended as quickly as it began. She pulled away from me. "Why? was all she could manage.
"I..." started to say, but then she grabbed my shoulders and kissed me.
This time, the kiss lasted longer. We kissed until we had to breathe. She still had her hands on my shoulders and I still had my hands on her waist. We stared at each other for a minute.
"What are we doing?" Sam asked breathlessly.
"I'm pretty sure we just kissed...twice." I said.
A/N: Was this an alright kiss scene for both of them? Did I keep them in character? I hope so, because I loved writing it. :) Thanks for reading and please review!