THE AFTERMATH OF iCARLY
Sam: urgent matters
Here she was, walking inside her house, no lights on and absolutely nobody home. Home, ha! Sam thought, bitterly. Brad had been kind (nice) enough to drop her here though and for that she was eternally grateful. He had said something about wanting to stay friends. She agreed with him but didn't know how long it would last.
Friends with someone you kissed? How would that even-
Oh wait.
Sam had kissed Freddie. Chiz, they'd gone further than that! Yet, somehow in someway they remained "friends" - if you could call it that.
She shook this thought away and went into the kitchen to raid the fridge for any "meat related food".
"Why do we have NO bacon!" Sam yells at the empty shelves and then slams the door.
It wasn't like she was expecting a response from an inanimate object, such as a refrigerator. But it was far too quiet in here. Could have been something to do with the fact that it was after midnight already.
Her phone sprang to life with her annoying ring-tone. She HAD to get that changed! It was an unknown number... so she ignored it. What? She was feeling lazy, sad and tired. Strangers were the last people she wanted to associate with.
If it was Freddie, his pretty face would light up the screen of her pear-phone. Unless he was calling from a pay-phone? Maybe he was in danger? Maybe he was going to be abducted by aliens only to be taken to their leader and brainwashed into helping them invade Earth? Aliens that eat your brain for breakfast and use your bones to make their bread.
Oh come on, Puckett, she thought. Impossible! So incredibly FAR-FETCHED. Only GIANTS in beanstalks do the bones into bread thing. You're losing it.
Where was Freddie right now? What was he doing? Did he REALLY want to rescue her from Brad's sister's wedding? Or was it just some kind of sick joke - just like everything else of their relationship. It was a game, and she didn't want to play anymore.
At least, she was SURE that's what Benson considered them as. A joke. It was never real. It was a fantasy. A lie. A sham.
But then it wasn't. Because whenever he kissed her, it was right not wrong. And whenever those chocolatey eyes scanned hers closely, she wanted to melt into the floor. He would hold her, so she wouldn't fall. He wouldn't hurt her... at least not intentionally. Just like she could never hurt him.
She did though. It was horrible. But it was the absolute truth. She had gone and kissed Brad again. Freddie wouldn't have done that. Would he? Nah. Not a possibility.
I wish, she thought. I wish he was here. I have a lot to say to him.
No.
She wished Carly would come back, and then they could have the "girly-conversations" that they always used to have. Or that she'd attempt to have with her, and she'd just roll my eyes and deny everything she was saying. Even if it were true. That was probably a better idea.
If only Carly weren't in Italy. But she was, and wasn't planning on coming back anytime soon. She loved it there, apparently.
Carly always knew what to do. Sam didn't know how or why, but it always turned out that way.
Just like Freddie. Clueless about women. Smart with pretty much everything else. But somehow in someway, he always knew what to do. Even if it was proposing to her just out of the blue... oh Freddie.
"Freddie, you idiot," she says. "Why'd you have to go and do that?"
It wasn't like they WANTED to get married. Well, she had thought about it and every time she thought about it, her head started hurting. Freddie had made no attempt - apart from saying "I take it back" - made no attempt to call it off. Even then, she told him that he COULDN'T take it back. Why? Why didn't she call it off then and there?
Because a very small part of her, wanted it to come true.
A life with Freddie sounded terrible... but a life with Freddie sounded... well... amazing. That didn't make sense!
Since when did stuff have to make sense, she questions her own thinking. Since when do Freddie and her make any BIT of sense? Since when does the words LOVE or RELATIONSHIP make sense? They don't. That's the point. Nothing of this "made sense"... to anyone. Least of all Sam. Possibly Freddie. It wasn't supposed to make sense.
Was it?
No! No, it wasn't. That's the problem here. If things made sense, they'd be easier. Like her starting to date Brad... or perhaps Freddie starting to date Angela.
Ew. The thought right then and there made her stomach flip. She almost hurled. Almost.
She had to go and see Freddie. She didn't care if it was past the middle of the night. It was possible that he wasn't getting any sleep anyway. Same as her. Thoughts running wild, and all that chiz.
Grabbing a jacket and throwing it on over her fancy dress - which she hadn't bothered changing out of, she grabbed her house keys, phone and shoved them into her purse, quickly threw on some sneakers - since there was no way in hell she was wearing heels - and left her house.
There was someone sitting by her steps. It wasn't Freddie though. But I'm sure you can guess who it was anyway. No, it wasn't Gibby. I think we've seen enough of him for this story, don't you think?
"Hi Spencer," she says, sitting down beside him.
"Hey kiddo," he replies, but his voice sounds kind of sad. "What are you doing here?"
"I... live here?"
Spencer glances up at the door she'd just closed a few minutes ago and sighs. Like nothing matters. Sam pats his shouder awkwardly, trying to comfort him, despite not really knowing what's going on. The girl looks at him.
Why'd I ever have a crush on this dude, she thought, fleetingly. The brushed it aside.
"Spencer, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I was walking home from my date, and I saw you come home with someone that wasn't Freddie."
What? He was SAD about her not being with Freddie? WHAT! She could have slapped him right then and there, and called him a bajillion hurtful names not before pummelling him into the steps in which they were sitting on.
Seriously.
"What the hell, dude? I thought you were seriously upset about something!"
"It made me upset! You and Freddie BELONG together." Great, another Seddie shipper, thinks Sam.
"Spence..."
The words she wants to say, she can't say. So she lets her voice trail off into nothingness, letting the silence to the talking for her. Which is stupid, because silence, she thought, can't say anything!
Oh my dear little Samantha Puckett. How wrong you are. Don't you know that "silence speaks volumes"?
"Silence speaks volumes," says Spencer, quietly.
Well if Spencer said it, it must be true.
"It means nothing."
"What means nothing?"
"Me and Freddie. We're nothing. We're never going to "belong together"."
Sam watches Spencer's face go from saddened to disappointed. Along with all the other Seddie shippers of the world who are raising their torches and pitchforks - getting ready for a battle. Take it easy folks. This story is not over yet.
"I hope you figure it out one day, Sam."
With that, he gets up, takes a look at her, shrugs and then makes him way back down the stairs and disappears down the darkened street of her neighbourhood. Her very dodgy looking neighbourhood.
That's when she remembered what she needed to be doing.
"Spencer! Spencer! Wait up, will you!" Sam yells, running after him.
"Wha- oof!"
Sam bumped into him, and they both fell onto the sidewalk.
They both laughed at their clumsiness and helped each other up. She ignored the stinging in her knees, probably a little scratch or something, she thought. And then walked next to Spencer the rest of the way to the Bushwell Plaza.
Sam explains her situation, and the past week or so of drama, following drama, following drama with her and Freddie. He listening intently, eager to find out "what happens next?" "ooh, and then what happened?". She left out the proposal bit though. What? Like she was going to be blurting THAT out to the world.
He was definitely a captive audience. The girl sighs at the end of her explanation, only to be confronted with a hug from the man.
"It's going to be okay," he says.
"How do you know?" Sam asks, feeling like she's a three year old asking about monsters in the closet.
"Freddie's a good guy. He wouldn't do any of that intentionally. I just know."
She knew that, in his crazy way, he was right. Spencer had had a lot of experiences with "lady-friends", plus he was a guy, and it was nice to get an older guy's perspective on things. It cleared some thoughts away at least.
"Thank you," she says, finally. "For being the best older-brother."
"You don't have any brothers."
"Shhh, don't spoil the moment."
"Okay, okay. 'Sis'."
They burst out laughing, like they'd told a funny joke or seen a skit on their webshow. Oh how she missed iCarly. Well it was a part of her life as a high-school teen. It had been there for her... just like Spencer. Just like Carly.
Just like Freddie.
Freddie!
Oh chiz, she thought. The girl grabs Spencer's arm and drags him the rest of the way to the apartment building. They stop inside the lobby where they find a man, passed out on the lobby couch. The lobby has a couch now? The elevator takes a while to arrive, but when it does, Sam's jumping in their like her feel were on fire.
Have your feet ever been on fire? Well if they have, you'd know exactly how Sam was feeling right now. If you haven't... just count your blessings. I know I am.
"There's something important I need to do," says Sam.
"Yeah you do!" Spencer replies, with a cheeky look on his face.
"I'm serious!"
"Yeah you are!"
"Dude..."
"Yeah y-"
Sam grabs him by the shirt, lifting him up and pressing him against the back of the elevator. She knows that he knows that he's in trouble.
"I swear, if you don't shut-up-"
The bell of the elevator 'dinged' and the doors opened.
Just in time.
Spencer sighed a huge sigh of relief as Sam put him back down on his feet.
She then rushed out of the elevator and immediately to the Shay apartment door, knocking it down pretty much and heading straight to their fridge, only to help herself to the abundant supply of ham, bacon, chicken and of course the filling for Spaghetti Tacos.