AN-This is a sequel chapter 352, where the gang finds out that Sam is afraid of the ocean. Enjoy! Also, I just put a new story up, The Ten Year Gap. Be sure to check it out!
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"-And that's how you get mustard stains off of cats!" Carly said into the camera as her and Sam did their weekly iCarly web show.
"Because there's nothing a cat hates more than mustard," Sam added.
"Next," Carly continued. "We're going to have our goofy pal, Gibby, show you how to deal with a crabby tarantula!"
Freddie moved the camera to show Gibby standing nervously next to a large cage with a single tarantula in it.
"You guys…I don't feel comfortable with this!" Gibby said.
"Well too bad, you're doing it," Sam said simply.
"Gib, we promise, that thing's totally harmless," Carly assured him. "Remember what we told you during rehearsal? Just don't put your fingers near its mouth and you'll be fine."
"I don't even know where its mouth is!" Gibby exclaimed.
"Just hurry up and do it so we can finish up the show," Sam said impatiently.
"I'm scared!" Gibby moaned.
"Oh come on!" Sam snapped. "What kind of moron is afraid of a spider?"
"It's better than being afraid of the ocean like you are," Gibby retorted.
At his words, Sam's eyes grew wide and Carly quickly looked towards Freddie for help.
"What did you say?" Sam yelled, lunging towards Gibby and tackling him to the ground. "You weren't ever supposed to repeat that you stupid lump of cat hair!"
"Ow! She's breaking my face!" Gibby screamed.
"Um, while we try and save Gibby's face, please enjoy this prerecorded video of a gopher at a child's tea party," Freddie said quickly, turning the camera onto himself. He pressed a few keys on the keyboard before setting the camera down and rushing over to where his girlfriend was currently trying to connect her fist with Gibby's nose.
"Sam! Sam, get off him!" Freddie said, attempting to grab Sam's arm.
"Sam, enough! You're gonna send him the emergency room again!" Carly yelled. "If he goes there for the second time this month, his mom's gonna start forbidding him to do the show with us!"
"He told the whole Internet I'm afraid of the ocean!" Sam screamed as Freddie finally managed to get her off Gibby.
"It was an accident!" Gibby defended.
"How could you do that, Gibby?" Freddie frowned.
"Well Gibby's can't keep secrets!" Gibby pointed out. "Why do you think my application for spy camp got rejected?"
"Okay, Sam…calm down," Carly said. "You look like you're about to kill something."
"I'm gonna kill Gibby if Fredwad would let go of me!" Sam snapped.
"No! I can't get killed today, it's a Thursday!" Gibby cried.
"Sam, it's not that big of a deal," Carly said quickly. "No one cares that you're afraid of the ocean."
"Yes they do!" Sam retorted. "I'm probably the laughing stalk of the Internet now!"
"Now that's a little extreme, don't you think?" Freddie said, rolling his eyes as he headed to the computer. "I bet right now as we speak, our comment boards are blowing up with people talking about their own fears and being supportive and-oh."
"What?" Sam frowned.
"Nothing," Freddie said, slamming his laptop close. "Hey, why don't we just end the show early and go out for ribs? I'm starving and-"
Sam grabbed the laptop from him and opened it up.
"'Who is afraid of the ocean?" she read from the comment board. "What does she think is gonna happen? A strain of sea weed might attack her?'"
"Oh…that was kind of rude," Carly said.
"'I always thought Sam Puckett was the toughest girl on the web," Sam continued. "'But I guess I can go find some four-year old to give that title to now.' You see? I told you it was embarrassing! Now everyone knows and I'm gonna be mocked forever!"
"Sam-" Freddie started, never seeing her so upset before.
But Sam shoved the laptop back into his arms and ran out of the room.
Freddie made to follow her, but he knew that she probably wanted to alone right now.
"Gibby!" Freddie moaned, turning back to his friend. "Why'd you have to do that? You knew she didn't want people to know about that!"
"It slipped, I swear!" Gibby said.
"He didn't mean to," Carly sighed. "But now we know who we can't trust with secrets."
"Who?" Gibby asked.
"You!"
"Man, these comments are getting worse," Freddie said, looking at the computer screen. "Poor Sam…I feel terrible."
"Well what are we going to do?" Carly asked. "We can't go back and have Gibby unsay what he did."
"No…" Freddie said thoughtfully. "Take the camera, Carly. I have an idea."
"What are you doing?" Carly asked, picking up the camera and pointing it at Freddie.
"You'll see," Freddie said.
"Okay," Carly said reluctantly. "In five, four, three, two, one!"
"No, you don't say-Hey there iCarly," Freddie said to the camera. "Well…a few minutes ago you just heard live on the web that the brave and mighty Sam Puckett is afraid of the ocean. Yeah…that's pretty embarrassing. It's just water, right? Well so what? Everybody is afraid of something stupid, Sam's no different. So all you people online right now, saying mean things about her and making fun of her better lay off, because I'm sure all of you are afraid of something a whole lot more embarrassing than the ocean...including me. Yeah, that's right…I, Freddie Benson, am the king of being afraid of stuff. I'm afraid of thunderstorms still. I'm also afraid of caterpillars and centipedes. And peacocks…ugh. Don't get me started on those. So if you want to pick on someone, pick on me. Unless you want me to personally send you a virus that will leave you without the Internet for weeks. Um…that's it. You can turn off the camera now, Carls. No! Not that button!"
He grabbed the camera himself and turned it off.
"Aw, Freddie!" Carly smiled. "That was so romantic! But, you do know that you're probably gonna get torn apart now."
"It's okay," Freddie said. "It's worth it."
"Hey, you think Sam won't try to kill me now?" Gibby asked.
"Um, you still might want to give witness protection a call," Carly told him.
…..
An hour later, Freddie headed out to his fireplace where, sure enough, his girlfriend was sitting.
"Hey," he smiled, sitting down next to her.
"Hey," she said softly, moving over so he could sit next to her.
"Look," Freddie said. "I think you have Gibby really scared for his life right now, so maybe if you could cut him a little bit of slack-"
"Relax, I'm not gonna go after him anymore," Sam told him. "I mean, I don't have to…not after what you did."
"Oh, you saw that?" Freddie smiled.
"You told the whole Internet your stupid fears so they would stop laughing at mine," Sam said. "I can't believe you did that."
"Eh, I'm already known as a geeky nub," Freddie shrugged. "It didn't hurt my reputation too much…Although I have gotten a few emails that could've been kinder."
Sam took his hand. "Thanks, baby."
"Anytime," Freddie said, kissing her temple. "Besides, someone once did the same thing for me a few years back."
Sam chuckled. "And we wound up at the same place, didn't we?"
"I believe so," Freddie nodded. He leaned down and kissed her gently for eight seconds.
"Hate you," he grinned when he pulled away.
Sam laughed. "Hate you too."
