Chapter five: Honest Answers

"Everybody in love is blind."

~Propertius

"I'm so bored."

"Nothing I can do about that, Sam."

Sam and Freddie were sitting on his bed, waiting to get a text from Carly. She had to stay after school for some history project thing. As soon as Carly texted them, they had to go to the studio to start getting everything ready for iCarly.

Sam groaned. "I'm telling you now, Freddie. Don't use that tone with me."

"You're the one using a tone."

Sam rolled her eyes and sighed. "How about we play a game?"

Freddie narrowed his eyes on her. "What kind of game?"

"Well, it's not really a game, but what we do is we each ask each other five questions and we have to give honest answers."

"But what if the other person is lying?" Freddie asked.

"Don't lie."

"But what if we do lie? Is there a punishment or something.?"

Sam nodded slowly. "Yes. Karma will bite you violently in the butt."

"So... do you want me to ask you first?"

"Go for it."

Freddie went quiet for a moment or two. He was thinking of some questions to ask. "Have you ever cheated on a test?"

"Too easy. You already know the answer is yes."

"Oh yeah. You cheated off my test. Anyway, how did you change your clothes and hair so fast when you were pretending to be your twin sister?"

Sam shrugged. If she tried telling him Melanie was a real person, he would think she was lying. "Well, I'm just that amazing," she said simply.

Freddie chuckled and then continued, "How long have you been in love with me?"

"You already know the answer to that."

"I know, but I like hearing you say it." He smiled as Sam rolled her eyes.

"Fine," Sam whined, "I'll say it anyway. I've been in love with you since the first time we kissed, happy?"

"Very. Next question. Um... is that the biggest your boobs will get, or will they get even bigger?"

Sam's eyes widened and she smacked Freddie's arm. "What's the matter with you, you pig?" She kept repeatedly smacking his arm while trying not to laugh. Freddie couldn't contain his laughter, and soon enough Sam stopped hitting him, making her burst out into laughter too.

"Okay, okay. Stop laughing," Freddie said, "My mom might hear us and walk in."

"We wouldn't want that," Sam mumbled. "She wont even let you leave the door closed while a female is in your room."

"It's so annoying. Alright, last question from me. Hmm... If you could be on a standed on island with either me or Carly, who would you chose?"

Sam took a minute to think about that. "I really hate you for asking that question. First of all, it's stupid. And second, you're making me feel like I don't care about my best friend, when I obviously do. And I would only pick you because I can have different kinds of fun with you to keep myself entertained. I can't have that kind of fun with Carly."

Freddie smirked. "Sounds good. Now you ask me five questions."

"I made this thing up. I know what to do. Alright... let's see. If I were to walk across the street without looking and a car was coming at me, would you save me even if we weren't dating?" Sam asked in a quiet voice.

"Of course I would Sam. That was a dumb question," Freddie exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her. He squeezed tightly for a second then let go. "Does this have anything to do with me saving Carly from that taco truck a long time ago?"

Sam sighed, "I'm asking the questions, nub."

"Right. Sorry."

"Uh, why is your mom so over-protective?"

"Beats me. I hate it just as much as you do."

"Next Question. Okay, what's the lowest score you've ever gotten on a test?"

Freddie cringed as he flashbacked to when the teacher handed him his test back. It was in math class and it was the lowest grade he's ever gotten on anything. He took a deep breath and let it out. "Eighty-four."

Sam's jaw dropped. "That's the best grade I've ever gotten."

"Well, some of us are over achievers."

"I see. Moving on. Uh, let me think... Oh, when Carly kissed you because you saved her life... did you kiss her back?"

Freddie shrugged. "Not really. I was kind of surpised by it even though she was gradually leaning down."

"Leaning down? She's shorter than you. That would mean she was above you or on top of you," Sam stated in outrage.

"Sam, chill out. I was lying down in my bed and she was sitting beside me. It's not that big of a deal. She had just helped me out of the shower, so she-"

"Whoa, what? She helped you out of the shower? I never know about that."

Freddie grabbed Sam's hand, trying to calm her down. "She had goggles with socks shoved in them on her face. She didn't see anything. And anyway, none of that matters now. I don't like Carly like that anymore and she sure as heck doesn't like me that way anymore either. I'm dating you, okay? I'm in love with you."

"I love you too. Okay, I just have one last question to ask you. If it was ten years in the future and we were still dating, would you... propose to me? I mean, I'm just wondering..."

Freddie simply stared at Sam. He was speechless. He's never even thought about any of that yet. Why would he?

Freddie's phone dinged and he picked it up. "Carly's on her way up. We have to start setting up the studio for the Pathetic Play." He stood up and started walking to the door. He noticed Sam wasn't following, so he turned around and she was still sitting on his bed. "You coming?"

Sam figured the answer to her question was a no, considering he never answered it. She sighed and got up. "Yeah, I'm coming."

"Wait, wait, wait. You sounded upset. You're Sam. I know you're rarely ever upset. Spill," he said, crossing his arms.

"Well, you never answered my last question."

He smiled and replied, "When we're still dating ten years from now, you'll find out."

Sam's whole face brightened up. "You seriously think we'll still be dating in ten years?"

He put an arm around her waist and nodded. "Yes, I absolutely do."

And with that, Sam and Freddie walked to the studio and met up with Carly and they started preparing for the show. The whole time, Sam was daydreaming about her life ten years from now and the diamond ring she hoped to have on her left hand.

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