AN-This is a sequel to chapter 296, where Freddie was dating an obnoxiously nice girl, but then got dumped.

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Hose

"So she dumped you," Carly said slowly. "Because you were mean to a cupcake?"

"Yup," Freddie sighed.

Carly, Sam and Freddie were relaxing in the iCarly studio later that evening. They had been watching videos fans had sent in to iCarly, but then they eventually lost interest, and had decided to just lounge around for the rest of the night.

"Well, I'm sorry it didn't work out with you and Katie," Carly said.

"Eh, don't be," Freddie said. "Now that I think about it, she was really just a little too…"

"Nice?" Sam finished.

"Yeah," Freddie nodded.

"I know," Carly said. "I mean, I didn't want to say anything while you were dating her, but someone needed to hose that chick off! No one should be that preppy and happy all the time!"

"This coming from the girl who's wearing a necklace that says 'Bunnies and Love'," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, you know what I mean," Carly said. She turned back to Freddie. "Anyway, you sure you're okay? Because Sam and I can totally give you our get-over-a-guy treatment. Or well, get-over-a-girl, for you. We can eat cookie dough, watch movies, look at funny things on the Internet…"

"Um, thanks but no thanks," Freddie said. "Like I said, I'm really not that bothered by this whole thing. You might want to take that little treatment over to my mom, though. She loved Katie. She said she was like the daughter she never got."

"Your mom's psychotic," Sam said.

"Yeah, I know," Freddie sighed. "She'll just have to get over it though. One thing I got from this whole thing was that I realized that girls like Katie are definitely not my type."

"So what is your type then?" Carly asked. "Please share."

"Ugh, is this gonna turn into a chick night?" Sam moaned. "I thought having Fredgut here would stop that from happening…apparently he's not man enough."

"Ha, ha," Freddie said dryly. He turned back to Carly. "I dunno…I guess I like a girl who isn't always so…lady-like and proper and sweet. I mean, yeah, that's nice once in a while, but I want a girlfriend who is funny, doesn't care what other people think…someone who won't just sit around and do whatever I want to do, but has a voice of her own."

Carly quickly glanced over at Sam, who was looking down at her lap.

"Um…Freddie?" Carly said, getting up out of her beanbag chair. "Do you wanna go downstairs and grab me some iced tea?"

"You have a bottle right there," Freddie pointed out.

"Um…I'm really thirsty," she said lamely.

"Okay," Freddie said, giving Carly a strange look as he headed towards the elevator. Carly waited until the door slid shut before running over to Sam and shaking her shoulders.

"Oh my God!" Carly exclaimed. "Did you hear that?"

"What? You shattering my ear drum?" Sam snapped, massaging her ear.

"Freddie was totally talking about you!"

"What? He was not," Sam said.

"Someone who's funny, doesn't care what other people think, has a voice of her own…" Carly repeated. "That's like the definition of Sam Puckett!"

"And probably a million other girls," Sam said, shaking Carly off her.

"No, not a million other girls," Carly said. "Sam! Wake-up, will you? This is a sign that Freddie realized that he still wants you!"

"Carly," Sam said. "When Freddie was listing off what he wants in a girl…did you hear him mention loud, aggressive, violent, or has a prison record?"

"Um…no?"

"Exactly," Sam said. "Look…Freddie may not want a girl who's a total girly-girl like Katie was, but that doesn't mean that he wants me. We tried that before, remember? And it didn't end well…Besides, I told you…I didn't care when Freddie was seeing her. He-He can date whoever he wants because I'm over him."

"Sam, I'm your best friend," Carly said. "And as your best friend I've noticed that for the few hours that have passes since Katie and Freddie have broken up, you've been in one of the best moods you've been in all year."

"Yeah, because I won't have to deal Katie anymore," Sam said, getting to her feet.

"Where are you going?" Carly asked.

"Somewhere I won't be harassed," Sam said, stepping into the elevator.

As the doors slid closed, and the elevator began to descend, Sam sighed and leaned back against the wall. She hadn't been that obvious that she was happy Freddie and Katie had broken up, had she?
Sam shook her head. Well, it didn't even matter how good the fact that Freddie was single again made her feel, because like she had told Carly, there was still no way his description of his ideal girlfriend included her. In this exact elevator, in fact, he had told her that she needed to be more 'normal', and as hard as she had been trying the past few months, she didn't think she could ever get to where Freddie would consider normal.

As the elevator reached the first floor, the door slid open and Sam was just about to step out and go home, but she was met at once by Freddie, who must've been waiting right outside the doors.

"Oh, hey," Freddie said, shifting the pizza box in his arms. "Where are you going?"

"Um, home," Sam shrugged.

"Why?" Freddie frowned. "Carly said you were spending the night."

"Yeah, well, change of plans."

"Did you guys have a fight?"

"No," Sam sighed. "I just…I just kind of want to chill out on my own for a little bit, okay nub?"

"Well, alright," Freddie shrugged. "Then I guess Carly and I will have to struggle to somehow finish this Meat Slam pizza Spencer just gave us on our own…"

He opened the box a bit so that the aroma wafted up to Sam's nose, making her mouth water. She looked up at his big brown eyes, and instantly felt weak.

"Fine," she moaned, stepping back into the elevator. "I'll stay."

Freddie smiled as he stepped into the elevator as well and pushed the button to take them back upstairs.

"So," he said. "Why was suddenly kicked out of the studio to get Carly an iced tea?"

"Eh, she was just being weird," Sam shrugged. "She wanted to talk about something completely ridiculous…"

"Well why couldn't I hear?"

"Because maybe it was about you," Sam smirked.

"But why were you guys-" but just then, the elevator gave a mighty lurch, and stopped moving.

"Did you stop the elevator?" Sam frowned.

"No! I'm no where near the button!" Freddie replied. "The power probably went out or something."

"So we're stuck in here?" Sam asked. "Aw man!"

"I don't get signal," Freddie said, looking at his phone. "So we can't call for help."

"Well," Sam said, grabbing the pizza box from Freddie. "At least we won't starve."

"Hang on," Freddie said, looking up. "We're probably not too far below the studio. If you stand on my shoulders, you can probably pry the door open and we can get out of here!"

"Dude, relax, the power will come back on," Sam said, sitting down on the floor, biting into a slice of pizza.

Freddie sighed, sliding down next to her. "Hopefully." He took a slice of pizza, trying hard not to think about the last time he had been stuck in an elevator with Sam. "So…are you really gonna not tell me what you and Carly were saying about me?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "You really want to know? It's pretty lame."

"Well we don't have a whole lot else to do in here," Freddie said.

"Fine," Sam shrugged. "She just thought, God this is so stupid, she thought, when you were telling her what type of girl you like, that you were describing someone like me." She laughed. "Can you believe that?"

Freddie smiled too. "Yeah…pretty-pretty wild."

Silence fell over the two as they ate their pizza.

"I mean," Freddie said, bravely breaking the silence. "It's not so crazy."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"You know…out of the few girlfriends I've had, you've been my longest," Freddie shrugged. "I dunno, I guess something's there."

"Yeah, and we broke up because of that something, remember?" Sam said. "You know, because I was too 'abnormal'."

"Yeah I know," Freddie said. He cleared his throat. "Um, do-do you ever sometimes think about that? Our breakup?"

Every day, Sam thought to herself. "Um…sometimes," Sam lied. "Do you?"

Only every time I see you, Freddie thought. "Um, yeah, once in awhile," he said. He bit the corner of his lip, deep in thoughts. "Do you ever think…do you ever think we gave it up too easily?"

Sam stared at him. "What?"

"I just…I just sometimes think that we could've fixed our problems we had," Freddie admitted. "And if we had done that…we'd probably still be together. But instead, we basically just said hey, we're too different for each other, let's call it quits. Maybe…maybe we didn't realize it then, but don't you think it was our different personalities that really made us click?"

Sam gave him a small smile. "You mean you didn't mind dealing with my crazy antics for an entire month?"

"It was kind of fun," Freddie grinned. "Did you mind dealing with my not-so-crazy antics for an entire month?"

"They grew on me," Sam admitted. She sighed. "Well, okay…if we didn't mind each others differences so much, then why'd we-"

"Break up?" Freddie finished for her. "I think it was because we were just scared. It was our longest relationship, we were both kind of in new territory…I guess we just sort of panicked. But I don't know about you…but I think it was sort my worst mistake."

Sam felt her heartbeat increasing. "I think it was mine too," she said softly.

"Well," Freddie said, moving closer to her, staring deep into her light blue eyes. "How do you think we should fix it?"

Sam chuckled. "Maybe like this?" And with that she leaned over and kissed him. At once he had his arms around and was deepening the kiss.

The new couple was so immersed in their activity that they didn't even notice the elevator begin to move, until it dinged and the door slid open, revealing the studio, and Carly standing right next to the elevator control.

"And you are welcome," Carly said as the couple pulled apart in surprise.

"Carly?" Sam exclaimed.

"You stopped the elevator?" Freddie frowned.

"Yup," Carly said, taking the pizza box and pushing the down button. "I mean honestly, someone had to help you two out."

"You know I'm going to kill you," Sam said, though a smile was creeping onto her face.

"Just have fun, you guys," Carly said as the door began to slide down. "And then you can yell at me all you want."