AN-This oneshot is actually a little similar to one I posted a couple days ago, where Freddie said he was done with Sam. In this one, though, the couple is dating.
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Guilt
"What if I dressed him up as Herbert Hoover, and we name the skit Ducks Dressed as Past Presidents?" Gibby said as Carly painted her nails and Sam lazily swung her butter sock in her hand.
"That sounds like the stupidest idea ever," Sam said simply.
"Yeah, um I don't think kids would even know who Herbert Hoover is," Carly said. "Actually, I'm surprised you even know who he is."
"What? I can't be educated about European rulers?" Gibby frowned.
"There we go," Carly smiled.
"Well how come Freddie's lame idea got to be on the show last week?" Gibby asked. "Tech Time with Freddie? My duck idea is at least entertaining!"
"Because we had a vote about it during our last meeting," Carly sighed. "And since Sam and Freddie are dating, Sam actually voted for it, and I was overpowered."
"Eh, I had to vote for it, the nub already had a rough day," Sam shrugged.
"Why?" Carly asked.
"He, um, got in a fight with his mom," Sam said. "It was actually kind of funny."
"What did they fight about?"
"Well, his mom had bought him these weird tick resistant boxers-"
"They make those?" Carly smirked.
"Either that or Mrs. Benson paid someone to make them specially," Sam shrugged. "Anyway, he said he was never going to wear them, she went crazy, long story short, she wound up going into his room and throwing away all his old underwear and replaced it with the tick boxers, so now he has no choice but to wear them."
"Wow," Carly said. "That's, um-"
"Humiliating, isn't it?" Sam grinned. "It's almost as bad as last week when he almost cried because his mom ruined his NugNug action figure by putting it in disinfectant."
Carly and Gibby laughed loudly. Just then, the door to the Shay's apartment opened and Freddie walked in.
"Hey," he said brightly. "Who's ready to shoot a little iCarly?"
"We still need to figure out one more idea," Carly told him.
"Oh, what about another Tech Time with-"
"No!" Sam said firmly. "I'm not getting suckered into that again."
"Gibby suggested another duck bit," Carly said. "But-"
"Oh man, no more ducks!" Freddie moaned. "The last one almost bit me in a very inappropriate place!"
"We're not bringing in any ducks, baby," Sam told him.
"Yeah, so don't get your anti-tick boxers in a knot," Gibby said, making him and Carly laugh.
"How-How did you know-Sam!"
"Um…it was a lucky guess?" Sam said lamely.
"Oh come on, it's not a big deal," Carly said quickly. "We all know your mom's crazy, it's not like this is surprising to anyone."
"You still weren't supposed to tell people," Freddie sighed, sitting down next to Sam.
"Don't be so sensitive," Sam said, giving him a quick kiss.
"Yeah, there's no need to cry about it," Gibby said. "It's not like you mom put another action figure in disinfectant."
"You told them I cried?" Freddie exclaimed, jumping up.
"Do you not know how to keep your mouth shut, Gibby?" Sam snapped.
"Wait, Sam?" Freddie said slowly. "Why are you telling everyone all the things that I've told you in confidence?"
"It's not that big of a deal," Sam said.
"It is to me," Freddie said seriously, causing Sam to drop her grin. "I tell you things that I'm not comfortable letting anybody else know…and you just go and tell them anyway? What else have you told them that I asked you keep secret?"
"Freddie, come on, they're our friends," Sam reasoned.
"And you're my girlfriend," Freddie replied. "I-I thought I could trust you to keep some things between just us. But I don't know what else I've said to you that you just turn around and blast to everybody."
"I-I don't tell them important things," Sam said. "Just funny stuff."
"How am I supposed to know that now?" Freddie said.
"Freddie," Sam sighed. "Don't-"
"I've got to go," Freddie said, turning towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked.
"For a walk, I need to think," Freddie said. He looked back at Sam. "And be alone."
Sam stood still as the apartment door closed behind him.
"Um, Sam?" Carly said gently. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah," Sam nodded. She turned and headed towards the stairs.
Carly sighed. "She's not okay."
"So…would this be a bad time to bring up my duck idea again?" Gibby asked.
"Gibby!"
…
Freddie sat alone at a table at the Groovy Smoothie the next day, playing with the straw of his smoothie distractedly. He almost didn't notice Carly enter the restaurant and sit down at his table.
"Hey," Carly smiled at him.
"Oh, hi," Freddie replied.
"So," Carly said hesitantly. "How are you feeling? You know, after yesterday?"
Freddie shrugged.
"You're not still mad at Sam, are you?"
"I don't know," Freddie said. "It's just, we've been dating for awhile now, and I've started to feel really comfortable telling her all these things I've never been able to tell another person before. But then I find out she just goes and tells them to everybody. It's like she doesn't care about the trust I put in our relationship."
"Well, it's not entirely her fault," Carly said. "Sometimes I do prod her a little bit to tell me stuff."
"But that doesn't make it okay," Freddie said.
"Come on," Carly reasoned. "You still love her."
"I do," Freddie agreed. "But that doesn't change the fact that she didn't care enough to not talk about what I say to her when we're alone."
"Well, if it makes any difference, Sam's been pretty upset since you left yesterday," Carly told him. "I think she feels guilty about your fight."
"It wasn't much of a fight," Freddie said simply.
"Well either way, she's not exactly her usual loud, crazy self," Carly said, getting to her feet. "Oh, and are you still up for shooting iCarly tonight? I compromised with Gibby and told him he could dress his cat up like an old president instead of a wild duck."
"Yeah, I'll be there," Freddie assured her.
…
"So is your cat ready, Gib?" Carly asked that evening as the teens prepared in the iCarly studio.
"Yeah, he's just in the back working on his act," Gibby said. "Boy…they really know how to make you proud, don't they?"
"Yeah…" Carly frowned. "Well, once Sam gets here I guess we can go ahead and start."
Right on cue, Sam came into the studio. She stopped at Freddie's tech cart.
"Um, hi," she said softly.
"Hi," Freddie replied, barely making eye contact with her.
Sam sighed and headed over to Carly.
Carly could almost feel her heart break for her best friend.
"Are you ready to start?" Carly asked Freddie.
"Yeah," Freddie nodded, picking up his camera. "In five, four, three, two…"
"Hey there, Internet!" Carly said happily. "I'm Carly!"
"And I'm Sam!" Sam echoed. "And this is…"
"iCarly!"
"We have a really great show for you all tonight," Carly smiled at the camera. "Gibby's cat will be making an appearance-"
Sam pushed the 'boo' button on her remote.
"Hey!" Gibby yelled indignantly from behind the tech cart where he was standing.
"But before we get to any of that," Carly said, looking at Sam. "Sam would like to say something."
Giving her best friend a reassuring smile, Carly headed over to Freddie.
"This isn't in the script," Freddie whispered to her.
"Just watch," Carly told him.
"Um, so you all know me and iCarly's tech producer Freddie have been going out for awhile," Sam began looking a little hesitant. "Nine months, two weeks and five days, to be exact."
"What is she-" Freddie started, but Carly quickly hushed him.
"So, um, since we're going out, me and Freddie obviously tell each other things that we wouldn't tell anybody else," Sam continued. "And that is actually one of my favorite parts of dating him, that he trusts me enough to tell me that stuff. But, um, I kind of screwed up with that. Sometimes I tell the things that Freddie tells me in private to other people, and I didn't think it's that big of a deal. But Freddie does, and until recently, I didn't realize how much faith he had to have had in our relationship in the first place to tell me these things."
She looked right at her boyfriend "Freddie, I'm really, really sorry I betrayed your trust by telling people things that you told me you didn't want anyone else to know. It was wrong of me, and I shouldn't have done it. But, um, since there's really no way for me to ever go back and not say anything, I guess I'll do the next best thing. I told your secrets that you told only me, so I'll tell everyone the things I told only you."
She took a deep breath. "Until I was nine years old, I couldn't sleep with the lights off because I was terrified of the dark, and then I had to have a little night light on in my room until I was thirteen."
Behind him, Freddie heard Gibby snicker, but he simply stood there, shocked.
"My mom used to pretend I was an orphan she adopted from a made up country to use me to get dates with social workers," Sam continued. "The reason why I hate being called Samantha and will hit anybody who calls me that instead of Sam is because-"
"Here, take this," Freddie said, thrusting the camera into Carly's hands and running out to Sam.
"Sam…what are you doing?" he asked softly.
"Making us even," Sam said. "I-I hate having you mad at me like this."
"But, Sam," Freddie said. "You-You only told my secrets to Carly and Gibby…You just told yours to the entire Internet."
Sam shrugged. "I don't care."
"Wow," Freddie whispered, stepping closer to her. "That-That was really-Come here."
He closed the small gap between them and wrapped his arms around her, leaning down to kiss her.
"Aw, isn't that sweet?" Carly smiled, turning the camera onto herself. "Now, before any Seddiers start to go wild, please enjoy this prerecorded video of a baby laughing so hard he falls down."
She quickly pressed a button on Freddie's laptop before setting the camera down.
"So are you guys good again?" she asked as the couple pulled apart.
Freddie nodded, still not taking his eyes off Sam. "Yeah, we're good."
"I really am sorry," Sam whispered.
"I know," Freddie said. "And I appreciate what you just did. It means a lot to me. But I feel bad that now everyone knows you used to be afraid of the dark."
"Eh, I can teach anyone who has something to say about it a lesson or two," Sam shrugged. She craned her neck up to give him another kiss. "Listen, from now on I promise that anything you say to me in confidence, no matter what it is, will never get told to anybody. Ever."
"Thank you," Freddie said earnestly. "And I promise that you can tell me anything too without worrying I'll repeat it."
"Okay, great, you two are happy," Gibby said. "Can I bring out my cat now?"
"Um actually Gib, this wound up taking longer than I thought," Carly said. "We're going to have to cut out your cat bit."
"What?" Gibby exclaimed. "But he was so excited he! He actually ate breakfast with me this morning!"
"Get over it," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Your cat has no talent, just like you."
"At least I didn't have to sleep with a nightlight until I was-ow!"
Sam had chucked her remote right into Gibby's stomach.
"You, um, sort of had that coming," Carly said, helping him up.
