Tune
"Carly?" Freddie called as he walked into the Shay's apartment. "Sam? You guys here?"
There was no answer, and Freddie assumed that meant that Spencer and the girls were out doing something. He headed up to the iCarly studio to put a few last minute touches on the new swing out monitor he had installed just last week. When he reached the hallway that led to the studio, though, he was surprised to see the door was open and the sound of someone humming came from the room.
Curious, Freddie peered in.
Sam was sitting on a beanbag chair, her back to the door, doodling in a notebook as she hummed some sort of tune.
Freddie stared. It had been three weeks since they had broke up in that elevator, and everyday when he was around her he had a hard time figuring out how he could've been so stupid as to let her walk away from him after their last midnight make-out session had ended. Now, seeing her looking so peaceful, it was as if he had taken a knife to his gut as he reminded himself that it was no longer appropriate to stride right over to her and kiss those red lips that were moving ever so slightly now as Sam began to softly sing the song she had been humming.
"Um, hey," Freddie said, finally bringing attention to himself.
"Oh, when'd you get here?" Sam said, turning around.
"Just now," Freddie said quickly. "Where's Carly and Spencer?"
"At some movie with a friend of their dad's," she said.
"Ah," he nodded. "I just came by to program our new monitor to swing out a little faster for the show tomorrow."
"Why?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"Nothing better to do," he admitted.
"Yeah, I guess that's why I'm here," Sam said, getting up. "But I'll leave you to your little computer thing."
"No," Freddie said. "Don't go. I can do this some other time. You want to hang out or something?"
"Eh, why not?" Sam said. "You want to go grab some food at the Groovy Smoothie? I have some extra cash that my mom's boyfriend paid me to get out of the house so him and my mom could make out."
"I'll buy your food," Freddie said.
Sam grinned. "But we're not dating anymore; don't you think that would be kind of weird if you still bought me things?"
"I bought you stuff before we went out," he pointed out.
"Yeah, but it would still feel weird," Sam said.
"We're still friends," Freddie reminded her with a smile. "Friends buy each other lunch occasionally."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Sam said softly.
"You don't seem to enthusiastic about getting a free lunch," Freddie said.
"I'm just tired," she mumbled. "On second thought I think I'll just go to the park; walk around."
"Can I come?"
She shrugged. "It's a free country."
Freddie frowned. "Sam, what's up? You seem upset about something?"
"It's stupid," she said, pressing the down button on the elevator.
"Tell me," he pleaded, looking into her blue eyes.
"Swear you won't tell anyone?"
"Swear."
"Fine. It's just, when you offered to pay for my food even though we're not a couple anymore it just…I don't know, made the whole break up seem real for the first time."
Freddie blinked. "Oh-I'm sorry-"
"It's no big deal," Sam said as the elevator door opened and the two stepped in. "It was just…kind of hard getting that through my head for the first time." She sighed. "But I guess there's nothing we can do about it now."
"Well," Freddie started, nervously putting his hands in his pockets. "There is one thing we could do."
"What?"
"This."
Instinct taking over, Freddie leaned down and kissed Sam on the lips. She instantly responded, wrapping her arms around his neck.
When the elevator arrived back at the first floor, the two finally broke apart.
"Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?" Freddie said, breathing heavily.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," Sam said, grinning.
