Her big blue sad eyes caught mine for a second, and my heart ached. Before I could tell her how colossally wrong she was she left, but not down the stairs, to the right. To the fire escape.
I took a deep, broken breath and ran after her. After everything we've been through together, how could she misunderstand so drastically? Silly, silly girl.
I slowed as I neared the oh-so familiar window, and caught site of a petite blonde girl curled up on the ledge. Don't be a wimp, Freddie. Just tell her! Said a voice in my head. Tell her what, though? Don't play dumb, we both know you're head over heels for her. I couldn't bring myself to deny it, but instead grit my teeth and sat down next to her.
She turned her head away and hugged her knees closer to her chest, and I sighed.
"You're an idiot." I said; it probably wasn't the best ice breaker I could've used. Her head whirled around and she hit me with a glare that would've frozen me to the spot, had there not been a lone tear streaking down her cheek. "I mean... You're an idiot for thinking I meant my sorry that way. I could never make myself feel sorry for kissing you, not if I wanted to."
She stared deep into my eyes and then gave me a terrific view of the back of her head, her golden curls whipping me as she turned. "Stop toying with me." She mumbled.
"Sam, I'm not toying with you. I'm telling you the truth... However many bruises it leaves me with." I hesitated, waiting for her reaction before confessing completely. She inclined her head slightly towards me.
"And?" She pressed eventually.
"Well... what I really meant was that I was sorry I kissed you without your consent. I was raised a gentleman." She laughed, and turned to look me in the eye.
"You were raised a dork, dork." She spat, a mischievous glint in her eye and a cheeky smile on her face.
"So... what's happening? Between us, I mean." I asked, putting too much hope in my words.
"Well what do you want to happen?" She fiddled with the laces on her converse, but I was sick of being selfish. This was her decision, and if she said no... Well we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay?
I put my finger under her chin and pushed her head up to look her in the eye. "No, it's your decision. You know how I feel." She jerked her head away from my hand.
"No, I don't! Will you stop speaking in riddles?! You utter and complete nub." She shouted, jumping up in her outburst to stand and stare accusingly in my direction.
I quirked a small smile, stood and ran my finger gently down the side of her face. Her eyes sparkled and she looked up –thank you, puberty- at me, and all traces of anger were long gone from her features.
"I love you." I whispered, and that's all it took for her to throw her arms around my neck and pull my lips down to meet hers.
It was a sweet kiss; gentle and loving and better than I ever remember it. My hands ran up her collarbone and neck, my fingertips tingling at the touch, and then through her soft tresses until settling around her waist, still making swirly patterns on the small of her back. Her hands snaked up into my hair and ruffled my neatly combed bangs (Carly had advised (aka forced) me to grow my fringe out), whilst drawing intricate shapes on my scalp with the tips of her fingers.
I forced myself away from her, as although I was perfectly contented in our intense make out session, there was still an unanswered question lingering in my head.
"So..." I pushed, keeping my forehead pressed against hers.
"What?" She breathed, as I squeezed her body flush with mine.
"W-will you be my girlfriend?" I stuttered, closing my eyes, ready for the impact.
She flicked my head. My eyes sprung open, glaring down at the insensitive girl before me.
"You're an idiot." She quoted, beaming up at me. I pouted, and she rolled her eyes and nodded her head slightly.
***
Having Sam as girlfriend was not what I expected at the least, mostly because she seemed to show no hint of embarrassment or chagrin at being known as mine. When Carly first found out was a disorienting experience; all we had to do was walk in the room hand in hand and we were met by a round of frantic screams and bone-crunching hugs.
The snide remarks never slowed, although she would comfortably call me a "nerd full of douche" (or vice versa) whilst intertwining our fingers.
She was also unbelievably cute. For example, she would hook her pinkie around mine whenever she knew I needed subtle reassurance, and she would always blush whenever I touched her face. She also did little things, like give me an extra long parting kiss when she knew I had an exam, and leave me little messages on my phone. She even managed to hack my facebook account and change my status to 'Sam is awesome', but I never did remove it.
Of course, I would give back my fair share. I would act a gentlemen (as I was raised) by opening doors for her, giving her my jacket when it was breezy (some of which I never got back, but found her still sporting the next day... although I couldn't bring myself to ask for them back, I liked to think I could be with her even when I wasn't and she, to repeat, always looked amazingly cute snuggled up in my oversized hoodies) and lift her up during hugs whenever she was having a bad day, and fiddle with strands of her hair while she was on the phone. I also carried her books, after she let me start to tutor her, as she found she liked the thought of having a chance at beating my grades. I even took the extra effort so as to leave little treats in her locker along with lines of poetry or lyrics that reminded me of her.
We never let Carly feel a third wheel though. I would hook my arms around both of them as we walked, and include her in our conversations. Carly turned out to be our saviour when it came to telling my mother, apparently she can be very persuasive and cunning when she wants to be. iCarly carried on as usual of course, our viewers even commented that Sam had 'a glow about her'.
Overall, life with Sam was better than I could've ever imagined. No secrets. No regrets. Just complete trust and undeniable love.
Well, there you go. That's it. Complete. Finally.
I'm not sure I liked it, seemed a bit rushed to me. But I thought you deserved this chapter as soon as I could write it. SORRY for the appalling amount of time it took me to update. See that? Those capitals? That was emphasis. Just for you. Yes you. Because I love you.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed or added it to favourite stories or subscription lists. I love you. :D Aaah, it felt good to get that off my chest. Bye bye sweetie pie.