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Chapter 6

Here you go. This one is more of a fluff than a real plot line chapter. Know what I'm saying? Okay, read it and weep (you won't cry during this). Review… or Seddie will never happen!

Disclaimer: I don't iCarly... or do I? Still no? Darn, so close!

Freddie's POV

"I can't believe it!" Sam yelled for the billionth time. Her eyebrows knotted, her lips in a thin line, her eyes piercing into me.

"I know," I replied… for the billionth time.

"You're not comforting me!" Samantha Puckett needed comfort? And from me? Yeah, okay where the heck is Ashton Kutcher? Oh, wait I know… I'm dreaming. I closed my eyes and opened them again, Sam was still there. This was real.

"Well, what do you want me to do? All you're doing is yelling at me about something I have no control about?" Oh gosh, I sound like my father. Sam's face clouds, she's hurt. "Look, Sam I…" A whimper escapes her lips and she collapses on my couch in tears. In the many years I've known Sam; I have never seen her shed one tear. I hadn't a clue of what to do, so I sat next to her and hugged her. Just the way my mom had done for me so many times. Finally she spoke:

"It's so stupid that I'm crying right now." She sniffs looking up at the sky.

"No, Sam not at all."

"I don't even know why I'm crying!"

Sam's POV

Truth was I sort of knew why I was crying. You know I always hold in so much emotion all the time. It just sometimes comes out all of a sudden. One of Mom's boyfriends said I a physiological problem. I punched him in the nose. Never saw the jerk again. Of course, I emotionally explode in the worse possible place: near Fredward Benson.

So now here I am at the Benson apartment, crying with Freddie hugging me. He was close, so close. I could feel his breath on my neck. I'd never felt this before. My mom never hugged me.

If I was hurt or sad my mom would yell, "Man up, Samantha! I ain't raising you to be a sissy! Now shut up, my soaps are on." I loved my mom and all, but she isn't touchy-feely. Neither am I, but a hug once and awhile is nice. Even if it is form such a nub like Freddie.

"Thanks," I whisper.

"W-what?"

"I'm saying thank you, Dipthong!"

"Samantha Puckett saying thank you!" I whip around and grab him by the collar.

"Don't call me Samantha!" I seethe. He smirks. His eyes twinkle. He looks so cute. The moment ends when we realize how close we are. Quickly, I drop my hands and scoot back. Silence fills the air. We sit there looking at anything, but each other. Freddie clears his throat.

Just then the door swings open, Mrs. Benson. I roll my eyes as Freddie stands up. "H-hey Mom."

"What's she doing here?" She cries.

"Making out with your son." I say just to annoy her. Mrs. Benson eyes got wide.

"Mom that's not…" He groaned.

"Okay, as long as it's not that devil-child Carly Shay. Are you staying for dinner, dear?"

"Absolutely!" Mrs. Benson rushes to the kitchen to start dinner. "You're mom does not like Carly."

"Tell me about it."