AN-This oneshot is a sequel to chapter 332, where Sam and Carly are both competing for a boy again, and Freddie tells the boy to date Carly because he knows that he'd be jealous if he went for Sam.
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"Oh, Brendan! We should go to couple's night at coffee shop tonight," Carly said as her and her boyfriend cuddled together on the Shay's sofa.
"They have a couple's night at the coffee shop?" Sam frowned, looking up from the game of Chinese checkers she was playing with Gibby.
"Yeah, I went there once with this old lady named Hazel," Gibby said. "You know, after I fell on her."
Everyone frowned and stared at him.
"What?" Gibby said.
"Well I would be delighted to go to a couple's night with you," Brendan smiled. "We can get ourselves some hot lattes to sip while we just sit and talk."
"Oi, you two are nauseating," Sam said, though she gave her best friend a smile to let her know she was kidding.
Carly and Brendan had been dating for two weeks now, and seeing how happy they were whenever they were together made the fact that he had picked Carly over her to date somewhat easier on Sam. She might have liked Brendan when she first met him, but now, after she really got to know him while he was hanging around Carly, she realized that he really was a better match for her best friend. The boy might be hot, but he was just way too sappy for her liking. Still, though, she did feel a little jealous when she thought about the idea that Carly was in a great new relationship while she was still single.
"Hey," Freddie said, walking into the apartment. "Oh, hey Brendan. You gonna watch us rehearse for iCarly?"
"You bet," Brendan nodded.
"Dude, this Chinese checkers game your mom left over here sucks," Sam said, getting up from the game.
"Hey! You can't just abandon our game like that!" Gibby exclaimed.
"I can and I did," Sam snapped.
"Well there aren't many games on her Aggressive Parenting approved list," Freddie shrugged.
"It doesn't matter, we need to go start setting up in the studio anyway," Carly said, standing up.
"Are my tights up there?" Gibby asked.
"Yup," Carly nodded.
"Sweet," Gibby grinned, rushing upstairs.
"I'll be up in a minute," Brendan said, heading into the kitchen. "I just want to grab some water. You guys want anything?"
"I'll just have some water too, sweetie," Carly said.
"Root beer for me," Sam said as her and Carly began to climb up the steps.
"I'm gonna bring up some fruit," Freddie said, joining Brendan in the kitchen.
"Thanks!" Carly called down.
"So," Freddie said, once him and Brendan were alone in the kitchen. "Things look like they're going really good between you and Carly."
"Oh yeah, she's amazing," Brendan grinned. "She's easy to talk to, she get's so excited about things…seriously, I think this is the best relationship I've ever been in. And you know what? I owe it all to you, dude."
"Me?" Freddie frowned. "What did I do?"
"You know," Brendan said, setting everyone's beverages down on the counter and pulling out his phone to check a text he had just gotten. "A couple of weeks ago, when Carly and Sam both wanted to go out with me, and I didn't know which girl to ask out? I asked for your advice and you told me that I should date Carly. Without you, who knows when I would've finally gotten together with her. Oh! The roses I ordered for her just arrived in your lobby. Back in a sec!"
Freddie chuckled as the love-struck teen raced out of the apartment. He grabbed a few apples and then began to head upstairs, but stopped in his tracks, spotting Sam on the landing, wearing a crestfallen expression.
"Um…hi?" Freddie said.
"Was what he just said true?" Sam asked softly.
"What?" Freddie asked, confused. "What did he say?"
"That-That you told him to ask Carly out instead of me?"
Freddie's eyes widened. "No! I mean…well, yes. But-But I didn't mean-"
"I can't believe you," Sam mumbled, quickly shoving past him and running out of the apartment.
"Sam!" Freddie yelled, running after her. But before he even reached the door, he tripped over the Chinese checker game that Sam and Gibby had left set up.
"Ow!" he moaned, trying to scramble to his feet. But by the time he regained his stature, Freddie knew that she was already out of the building.
He angrily kicked the checkerboard. Sam wasn't supposed to find out what he did! Now she was mad at him, and it was all his fault.
He slowly sunk down onto the couch.
I only did it because I didn't want to see you with him, Freddie thought miserably to himself. Because…because I want to be the one you're with, Sam.
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Sam angrily slammed the door of her house, storming into the kitchen and grabbing a bag of cheese puffs.
"Stupid, annoying, freak of a nub," Sam mumbled, throwing herself down on the couch. How could Freddie do that do her? How could he have completely ruined her chance of having a guy ask her out? Sure, she was glad Brendan wound up with Carly, but still! It was the principle of the matter; Freddie Benson had gone out of his way to make sure that the thing that would've made her happy at the time didn't happen.
Did he just want to see her hurt? Was that his goal? Well, if it was, he certainly succeeded. She squeezed her eyes tightly. She was not going to cry over this. There was no way she would give Benson the satisfaction…
Just then she heard a loud knock at her door. "Sam!"
She moaned, stuffing a handful of cheese puffs in her mouth. Just what she needed.
"Sam!" Freddie called through the door again, knocking hard. "Sam, please open up. I need to talk to you."
"Ugh!" Sam groaned, jumping up and marching towards the door. She didn't need this dork standing at her doorstep all night…
"What?" she snapped, throwing the door open. "What do you want? Haven't you done enough already?"
"Sam, please. Just let me-"
"Are you mad at me or something?" she demanded. "Huh? Is that why you made sure Brendan didn't ask me out?"
"No! I-"
"Are you upset about the whole Pear Store thing still? Or about putting lime Jell-O in your mom's shoes?"
"That was you?" Freddie frowned.
"Well, whatever, we're even now!" Sam said. "So congratulations!"
"I wasn't trying to get even with you for anything," Freddie said. "And I wasn't trying to hurt you either, Sam."
"Well then why'd you tell Brendan to date Carly?" Sam asked.
"Well…because," Freddie said. "He asked me which of you he thought he should date, and I picked Carly because…because I thought it would bother me less!"
Sam looked up at him. "Huh?"
"Look," Freddie said slowly. "I just didn't want you to date Brendan, okay?"
"Why?" Sam asked. "Because you thought it would make me too happy?"
"No!" Freddie exclaimed. "Because it would have pretty much destroyed me!"
Sam looked completely taken aback. "What?"
"Sam," Freddie sighed. "I'm sorry that I kept you from being asked out by Brendan…but you want to know what? I would do it again. Basically, if I had my way, I'd like to keep every guy in the Seattle population from asking you to be their girlfriend…because deep down, I've always sort of wanted you to be my girlfriend again."
"What?" Sam said again, though her voice was much softer now.
Freddie looked down at his feet, feeling his cheeks reddening. "I know I was sort of selfish…but when he asked me, I just sort of panicked. I can handle him dating Carly because I don't have feelings for her, but if he asked you out, and-and you said yes? It would've crushed me."
"You-You want me to be your girlfriend again?" Sam asked quietly.
"Sam, I'm sorry," Freddie said. "I shouldn't have interfered like that; I had no right to mess around with your love life like that. And-And I understand why you would be mad at me. But-But I just need you to know that it wasn't out of anger or revenge, but out of-"
He was cut off as Sam grabbed his shoulders suddenly, pressing her lips against his. At once, Freddie reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her, not really comprehending what had just happened, but also not caring at all. All that mattered was that right now he was finally kissing Sam Puckett again.
When they pulled apart, Sam looked up at him.
"Um…" Freddie said, finding it hard to form a sentence at the moment. "You-I-Wow."
"Yeah," Sam said, looking slightly surprised at her own bold movement. She took a deep breath. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"
"You of all people should know how hard it is to accept your feelings sometimes," Freddie said, giving her a small smile.
"Well…yeah," Sam nodded. "But, I mean…if I had known…"
"Are you saying you feel the same way then?" Freddie asked, trying not to get his hopes up. It seemed to good to be true; to have Sam go from wanting to kill him to back to being his girlfriend in just a few short miracles.
"Come on," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Would I have just done that if I didn't have some feelings for you?" She sighed. "You know, the reason I really wanted Brendan to ask me out was because deep down…I really missed you. And I thought having someone again would make me miss you less."
"Really?"
Sam nodded. "Really."
Freddie tried to contain his excitement, which was overflowing him right now. "So, um, does-does this mean-are we-"
"Yes, Freddork," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "We're back together….right?"
"Absolutely," Freddie said instantly, leaning back down to kiss her.
"We should probably get back to Carly's," Sam said when they separated again. "We still have to rehearse."
"Oh…right," Freddie nodded. "Carly's probably wondering what happened to us. I guess we should get going. Besides, I need to thank Brendan."
"How come?"
"Well, think about it," Freddie grinned. "If he hadn't started going to Ridgeway, you and Carly wouldn't have fought over him, he would've never asked me for my advice, and we wouldn't have just had that fun little conversation, and therefore we wouldn't have just gotten back together."
"Wow, I guess he did play a big part in this," Sam nodded. "Well, I guess this means that Carly will be even more eager to try and set up a bunch of double dates with the four of us now…What fun."
