Author's note:
Hey! So here's the little bit of Seddie from Freddie that you have all been waiting for. (At least, I assume you've been waiting...)
This chapter is kinda short, but inspiration has kinda deserted me. I'd love to hear what direction you readers would like the story to go in. Obviously Sam and Freddie will get together at the end, but I'm still not sure how they get there. But there will be a fire escape scene. So there you go.
Oh yeah, and I figure that since I haven't been arrested yet it doesn't matter than I forgot to say so, but I don't own iCarly. Cliche committed? Oh yes. On with the story.
Brad tossed a soda can across the room. "All we have is diet, sorry."
Freddie grabbed the can out of the air. "Not a big deal. My mother boils the soda before she'll let me drink it."
"Dude, that's nasty."
"Tell me about it," Freddie said. He switched on the Game Cube. "By the way, you can forget about that title of yours."
"What? You mean the Mario Kart title that I am NOT losing?"
"No, I mean the one that you ARE."
Brad laughed. "So how's it going with Carly?"
"Eh, cool," Freddie said, taking a drink of his Peppy Cola. "I mean, she's a pretty normal girlfriend. 'When are you going to meet my family, do these pants make my butt look big, and were you checking her out?' But it's nice to have a reward after chasing her for so long."
Brad grimaced. "About that reward. You might want to tone down the PDA, man."
Freddie looked up from his game controller. "Why, are people talking?"
"Nah, just Sam, but still. Which arena you wanna play?"
"Yoshi's Island."
"Dude, that's so gay."
After selecting their characters, (Brad as Bowser, Freddie as Yoshi,) the conversation quickly turned back to Sam.
"She's been acting weird around me and Carly for like a week," Freddie said, frowning. "I dunno what the deal is. I mean, she's always been kinda bitchy about any relationship we're in, but this is a whole new level she's taken it to."
"Think she's jealous? I mean, of Carly?" Brad asked.
"Sam. Jealous. Right." Freddie did his best to not smirk, but it failed.
"Okay, so maybe not..."
Freddie turned his attention back to the video game. Sam would never be jealous of Carly's relationship with him. Not that he wanted her to be, of course.
"Dude, what did you put in that fudge? It's doing a weird number on my stomach."
