Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly :(
Sam had a weird, sinking feeling in her gut. It might have come from eating too many Fudge Balls, but she was pretty sure it had started when she saw Freddie and Carly holding each other out on the fire escape.
It wasn't like there was anything going on between them. She knew that. But her gut didn't feel like listening.
"Sam?"
"Hey Carls. What goes on?"
"Not much. Listen. I know you and Freddie had this misunderstanding--"
"It wasn't a misunderstanding. The dork said he never wanted to see me again; I understood that pretty well." She groaned. "Those Cheese Puffs are really getting to me..."
"They don't call gluttony a deadly sin for nothing. You gonna be okay?"
"Yeah. I might throw up a bit, but--"
"I meant about Freddie."
Sam snorted. "Yeah. Who cares about that dweeb?"
"You do."
"No I don't."
There was a knock at Carly's door. "That's him now. I want you guys to make up, okay?"
"We didn't even fight!"
Carly let him in. "Hey."
"Hey Carly. Hey Sam," Freddie greeted.
"Nerd."
"Nice to see you too."
"Time out. Here's how this is gonna work. Freddie, you say hi. Sam, you say hi back. Then Freddie, you say 'I'm sorry about all that crud I was mumbling about yesterday, can we be friends again?' and Sam, you go 'sure thing, Benson, now let's go grab a smoothie.' And...go!"
Freddie and Sam just stared at her.
"Do it!"
"Hi."
"Hi."
"I'm sorry about that crud I was mumbling about yesterday, can we be friends again?"
"Sure thing, Benson, now let's go grab a smoothie."
Carly smiled. "Good."
"Can I go now?" asked Sam.
"No! Now hug."
"What?"
"I said hug!"
Sam and Freddie had about a split second to decide if they were more afraid of Carly or the feelings they got whenever they were close to each other. Tentatively, Freddie opened his arms.
"No way am I--"
"Sam..." Carly's eyes glinted dangerously. Sam shuddered. Carly was nice enough when she wasn't completely ticked. No one had ever seen Carly super mad, and even Sam wasn't about to find out what that looked like. The blonde tried wrapping her arms around Freddie, but it was too awkward.
"You go left, I go right," Freddie whispered.
"Then we're going the same way, genius!"
"Then we both go left!"
They really shouldn't have. Suddenly it was too comfortable. How weird was it that Sam's body just fit into his? Or that she kind of liked it when he held her close like this? She could feel his breath in her ear and his hands on her back and he smelled really, really good and it was driving her crazy. A little, very angry voice in the back of her head told her it was time to let go, that she had been holding on for waaaay too long, but it was so easy to ignore...
"Are you guys done?"
Quickly, they shoved each other away and questioned, "Are you happy now?"
Carly smirked. "You have no idea."
"For our next segment, we're going to paint..."
"With Sam's mom's stilettos!"
Sam and Carly held up two monstrous heels in front of the camera.
"How does your mom walk in those?" asked Freddie.
"Real fast, same way I kissed your sorry fa--" Sam stopped, eyes widening.
Carly and Freddie froze. For about a minute, no one made a sound. The camera, unfortunately, continued to roll. Thousands of iCarly viewers around the world watched the blood slowly drain from Sam's face.
"So...that would be why we don't let Freddie talk during the show," Carly said nervously.
"We're gonna cut this a little short. That's our show for today!" announced Sam, pulling herself together.
"Here to say goodbye is Sam's pet dust bunny!"
Freddie zoomed in on a disgusting mass of lint and dirt while Sam prodded it with a stick and Carly made weird noises--"dust bunny language".
"And we're clear," said Freddie awkwardly. "Uh...I guess we need to talk..."
"Yeah we do. Sam, what was that all about?"
The blonde shrugged, desperately trying to keep a disinterested expression. "I meant to say..." Missed, hissed, schnissed... "...dissed?"
"Nice save. Too bad we're not idiots," Freddie snapped. "We promised not to tell anyone, and you went and yelled it to the whole world. You just can't keep secrets, can you?"
"Wait...she was serious? You guys kissed?"
"And promised not to tell--"
"We got it, Freddie, okay? I'm a big loudmouth who lives to make sure your whole life's story is on the Internet. So shut up."
"Why did you guys--when did this--what--I am so confused!" said Carly unhappily. "Let me get this straight. Sam--who won't even sit on the couch three hours after you leave because she hates 'nerd germs'--actually put her mouth on you?"
Perhaps that wasn't the smartest thing to tell him after he'd been so open about his fear of rejection.
"Sure," Freddie replied dully.
"And how come when you promised not to tell anyone, that included me?"
"Sorry," muttered Sam.
"And why did you suddenly decide to tell every iCarly viewer online tonight?"
Freddie waited expectantly, but Sam glared. "Leave, Benson."
"What?"
"I said get out. This has nothing to do with you."
"Yes it does, it has every--"
Sam shoved him out of the studio.
"Well, that was gentle. Do I need to repeat myself?"
"No...just don't laugh."
Carly frowned. "Why would I laugh?"
"Because the reason I told everyone--I didn't mean to. You know how I am about keeping promises. But..." She shot a glance through the door's window to make sure Freddie wasn't listening. He was glaring back at her, so she just lowered her voice. "It's been bothering me."
"What do you mean?"
"Like I can't get it out of my head!"
Carly tried not to smile. "Then I can--"
Freddie pounded against the door wildly, gesturing at the laptop.
"What does that dorkwad want?"
"What a romantic petname. Why's he pointing at--holy cow! Look at all the messages coming in!"
Their inbox was filling rapidly. Freddie couldn't even blink. It was heaven to his tech-producer mind. They'd never gotten so many comments, ever.
Carly let Freddie in and they started opening up messages.
'sam kissed freddie?'
'u2 r dating? since when?'
'whoa! seddie forever!'
'i can't believe it! you kissed! finally! i've been waiting for SOOOO long! seddie 4 life!'
'AHHH! WAIT TIL I TELL THE SEDDIE FANDOM!"
'Quack quack! Quack quack! --Love, Mandy'
There were no words to describe the tension in that room.
"Seddie?" Sam scoffed.
"Fandom?" mouthed Freddie.
"People in Seddie fandoms?" Today was full of surprises for Carly. "They're...are they all comments about what Sam blurted?"
"Every...single...one. Except for Mandy."
"Good old Mandy," Sam tried. Freddie couldn't even meet her eye.
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