Okay, I had to write this when I saw the big response I got on the oneshot. I hope you guys like it!!!!
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"Sam...wake up...wake upp…WAKE UP!" Freddie shook her but she hardly even stirred. He finally forced her out of the taxi and steadied her by the shoulders as her eyelids fluttered halfway open.
"Carly? ..Did you get your hair cut?" Finally, everything cleared up, "…Freddouche? What are you doing here? Let go of me!" She demanded, easily jerking his hands off her.
"Carly begged me to get you home safely so I had to." He paused, looking at her expectantly, "…Uh, thank you?"
"You're welcome," Sam yawned and walked away.
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"So, I'm thinking for the next iCarly, we get that one gigantic baby," Carly spit-balled as they hung around the studio, brainstorming ideas.
"Jojo?"
"Yeah, I really wanna know what he thinks of our economy and –" She was cut off when Raining Sunshine came blasting out of her cell. "Hello?...Hey Spe- what?…You drank what?! …But I'm kind of – I really have to – but Sam and Freddie are – O-KAYY!!!" She ultimately caved. "Sorry, guys, Spencer needs me."
"Oh, can we help?" Freddie offered.
"He wants me to disinfect his mouth."
"I'll pass," They answered simultaneously.
Sam glared at Freddie, "Do that again and I'll slap you."
"Then, I'd slap you back."
"As if you have the balls!" She laughed.
"You just wait and see, Puckett!" He fought back.
"Okay, okay, guys, cut it out!" The impacient brunette budded in, "I'll be right back. Try not to kill each other while I'm gone?"
"No promises," Sam admitted, shooting a dirty look at Freddie.
Carly chuckled, shook her head, and walked out.
…To say this was really awkward for Freddie would be an understatement. The last time he'd been left alone with Sam like this, she'd confessed her love for him and attempted to make out. Now, she was sprawled out on a bean bag chair, jabbing insults at him in between bites of pork chop.
But he still couldn't help but ask…
"Uh, Sam, do you, um," He cleared his throat, "remember what you did at the dentist?"
"Yeah. I bit him. Four times," She grinned, "He may lose part of his finger."
His preoccupied mind kept urging him to get to the point, "No, but I mean after that. Like after you got that laughing gas?"
"Eh, it's all a blur. Just like 3rd through 9th grade…"
"So, you don't know what you said, do you? To me?" He kept going on.
The lazy iCarly costar stood up apprehensively, "Well…tell me what I said and then, I'll see if I remember it."
"You honestly have no idea?"
She stepped closer, "What did I say??"
He opened his mouth to speak but stopped. After thinking long and hard, he decided the safest response was to quickly blurt out, "Nothing."
But it was too late.
"Fredward…" Inching forward, she cornered him, "What was it? Cause when you're on that stuff, you're not supposed to have any idea what you're saying so whatever it was, I so didn't mean it. Unless it was mean, then I meant every word! TELL ME!!!" But he kept shaking his head insistently. "Don't you make me give you a Texas wedgie!" She threatened.
"U-uh, I'm coming, mom!" Freddie forced past her.
She ran and grabbed his hands, twisting them behind his back, "No one called you!"
"I heard the whistle!" He persisted in pain.
"JUST TELL ME WHAT I SAID!!" She demanded but he broke free.
She chased right after him, pinning him down to the ground. Caught off guard, Sam felt herself being flipped over. But no way was she gonna let Fredamame feel stronger than her. They continued rolling over each other all around the floor. He yanked at her hair while she attempted to get him in the perfect position for strangling. Kicking, screaming, slapping, biting…neither willing to give up…
They finally stopped abruptly. Both frozen, panting for breath, their hands gripping onto each other. Freddie found himself caught up in a moment when he just saw her sitting there, stray strands of hair scattered in her face, he just couldn't help but…
His hands tugged her head closer, pressing his lips firmly to hers for a short, yet sweet, kiss. After breaking away, he stared apprehensively, terrified of her reaction. But all Sam did was touch her hand to her mouth slowly.
"You told me you were in love with me," He finally admitted, looking down shyly.
He heard a pause and then a chuckle. He glanced back up, only to find her laughing softly. At least that was better than beating the chiz out of him…
"What's so funny?" The clueless boy finally asked, afraid of the disses she could come up with now.
"It's just," She grinned to herself, "You had me thinking I'd said something crazy."
She pushed him back down on the ground, climbing on top. His hands wrapped around her body, which was grinding against his, as their lips reconnected. He felt the need to pinch himself, to make sure this was really happening. But every time she clawed her nails down his chest or pulled away to nibble at his ear, he realized it couldn't be more real.
Carly's eyes practically popped out of her head when she reached the doorway. Her jaw dropped to the floor in utter shock as she watched Freddie and Sam making out on the iCarly studio floor.
She bolted back downstairs, shrieking, "SPENCEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Now, she really thinks they kissed.
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Now, if I owned iCarly, iKiss would've been a make out session and that would've been iThink They Kissed. But Disclaimer – I don't.
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