AN-This oneshot takes place right after Sam and Freddie got together in iLost My Mind. It was requested by iShipSeddie. Hope you like it!
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Bed
"And goodnight!" Carly said into the camera.
"Alright, patients, it's curfew times!" one of the nurses announced to the room. "Everyone report back to your rooms!"
"Um, hey, you guys?" Carly said, hurrying over to her two friends, who were standing next to each other with happy, yet somewhat confused, looks on their faces. "I don't mean to intrude on your first few moments as a couple or anything, but we still don't have a way to get Sam out of this place! Spencer's disguise was the only plan we had."
"Aw man, I don't want to stay locked up in here for another night!" Sam moaned. "They only serve quesadillas on the weekends, tomorrow they go back to serving weird goo for food!"
"Hey, your mom's phone number's in your phone right?" Freddie asked Sam.
"Well yeah, but there's no way she can fly back from Tijuana tonight," Sam said.
"I know," Freddie replied. "But if one of the nurses talks to your mom and explains the situation, I'm sure that she'd give them permission to allow Spencer to sign you out of this place!"
"Okay, why didn't we think of this before we dressed Spencer up like a lady and put fake boobs on him?" Carly asked.
"I dunno, he seemed so willing," Freddie shrugged.
"Well, Sam, give me your phone," Carly said. "I'll call your mom while you go back to your room and pack up your stuff. The sooner we get you out of here, the better."
"I'll come with you," Freddie said to Sam.
"Um, okay," Sam nodded, giving a small smile.
"Text me when everything's all set," Freddie told Carly.
"I will," Carly nodded, hurrying off to her brother, who was by the nurse's station.
"My room's this way," Sam said to Freddie as the two started towards a narrow corridor.
Freddie nodded as he followed her.
They were silent as they walked through the mental hospital. Neither of them really seemed to know what to say to one another. Sure, Freddie may have just pulled the bravest move of his life so far by kissing Sam live on the web, but right now, he felt like a stranger in this new territory.
Sam wasn't feeling any more confident than he was either at the moment. She was still going over what had just happened a few short minutes ago…did that kiss mean that Freddie liked her? Were they dating now? She tried not to dwell on that idea, for over the years she had learned the dangers of getting her hopes up with things like this.
Sam stopped in front of her door and let them inside.
"I didn't bring that much," Sam mumbled, turning on the light. "Just some clothes…those stupid security guards confiscated all the bacon I brought with me."
"How come?" Freddie asked. "Bacon doesn't seem too harmful."
"I know, those jerks probably just wanted a snack," Sam said. She grabbed the duffle bag she had brought and began to shove her clothes in it.
Freddie walked over to the easel by the window and looked at the painting Sam had been working on.
"Is that a picture of a foot?" he asked, chuckling a little bit.
"I made it to go with my finger painting," Sam explained.
She was just about to zip up her bag when sat down on the bed, not being able to contain the question that she desperately wanted to know. The question that she had asked before, but somehow never got answer to.
"So now what?" she sighed, looking over at Freddie.
Freddie took a deep breath, sitting down next to Sam on the bed. "Honestly…I don't know."
"Oh…" Sam said, looking down at her lap.
"I just mean," Freddie said quickly. "That this is just really new to me, Sam. I mean if someone was to tell me five days ago that you'd kiss me at the lock-in and that I would reciprocate by kissing you live on iCarly…I would've thought they were crazy!"
"Yeah…I guess that's true," Sam said. "Believe it or not, I wasn't planning on kissing you out in the courtyard like that and running to hideout in here. I was hoping that if I kept trying to ignore those feelings I had for you that they would eventually go away. But then you came out there, talking all about how I shouldn't ignore those feelings, and I just sort of…lost it."
"Well I'm never going to take back what I said out there," Freddie told her. "About not being scared to take a chance…I don't want you to ever regret finally letting your walls down for once and letting your emotions show. And maybe next time you go and do something like that you won't feel inclined to commit yourself for it?"
Sam gave a short laugh. "Maybe."
Another silence fell between the two.
"Sam," Freddie said gently, slowly inching his hand towards hers that was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I-I want to do this."
"Do what?" Sam asked.
"I want to give us a shot," Freddie said. "You and me. As a couple. I really think that there's something between us."
Sam looked down at their hands, which were almost touching. "You do?"
"I do," he nodded.
"Well how do you know?" Sam asked. "Look, Freddie…I don't want to feel like I forced you into this. I-I appreciate you not embarrassing me on the Internet and everything, but-but just because I kissed you doesn't mean that you have to, you know, feel the same way."
"Hey," Freddie said, looking right into her blue, captivating eyes. "I told you, after I kissed you, that I really meant it. And I do. Sam, if I didn't want to be here, if I didn't think that giving us a chance could be the start of something great, then I wouldn't have kissed you. I can't explain how I know there's something here…it's just one of those things that we're going to have to trust."
"Well…if we're gonna do this then," Sam said slowly. "You do realize you're signing up for a girlfriend who's going to still give you a hard time and stuff."
"And you realize you'd be with a boyfriend who's a little on the nerdy side?"
"A little?" Sam laughed.
"So," Freddie said, placing his hand on top of Sam's. "We're doing this, right?"
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Hey, that's not how mama rolls. You have to ask the right way, Benson!"
"Okay, okay," Freddie grinned. He moved a bit closer to her, his hand still on hers. "Princess Puckett? Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
"Hmm, I'll have think about that one," Sam said.
"Sam!"
"Relax, I'm kidding," Sam said. She smiled at him. "Yes. I'll be your girlfriend."
"Well good," Freddie said. "Because I've been wanting to do this ever since we got in this room." He leaned in and kissed her for the second time that night, his one hand still holding hers, his other stroking her blonde curls.
Just then Freddie's phone buzzed, and the new couple pulled apart, somewhat reluctantly.
"That's Carly," Freddie said, reading his text message. "She says that we can go to the front desk now. Your move gave the hospital permission for Spencer to act as your temporary guardian. We should go, I guess, so we can get you home."
"Or," Sam said thoughtfully. "We could stay here for a few more minutes…"
Freddie grinned. "I like the way you think."
