Author's Note: Wow. When I first posted this story, I was all, "Man. These iCarly fans probably hate me so much for screwing up the order of those episodes in my other story that they won't bother to even read this. And those who will read it will probably hate it." But it turns out, you guys are really supportive. I loved getting reviews for this, so thank you. And I have made the final decision. This will take place…drum roll, please…after iOMG. Just because I have a good idea for their conversation with that scenario. So…yeah. This will probably be the last chapter. Unless I get lazy and divide this into two parts. Because I am known for being lazy. :D
Disclaimer: Do I have to put this for every chapter of a story? I don't own iCarly. If I did, Guppy would be on it more often.
iLove a Lot of Things (Part Two)
As soon as my hand dropped back down to my side, a wave of terror washed over me. What was I doing? What would Freddie think if I came to his door at this time of night? He'd probably think that I inhaled too many fumes from my mom's beat-up car and decided that it would be a great idea to beat him with a sack of flour…because that has happened before. And what if his mom came to the door? She would probably call the police thinking that I was there to fill her bath tub with hummus and fried noodles. And I'm already on probation, so that would mean a few hours stuck in juvie…again.
And would he bring up the kiss? After I kissed and then shared an extremely awkward moment with him, I sprinted away in embarrassment and drowned my sorrows in squirtable cheese and pie filling. I don't even know why I kissed him. I felt like my body did it for me. Like it was too tired of my mind denying my feelings, so it just gave up and made me do it. But the problem wasn't that I didn't like it…it was how Freddie felt about it. Another reason why I was here. To find that out.
I suddenly heard the doorknob turn and the door itself swing open, and of course, my immediate instinct was to flip the person who frightened me. Unfortunately, it wasn't until I heard a loud thud and an even louder pained cry that I realized who it was. I immediately knelt down beside him and helped him up, while crossing my fingers in hopes that no one in any nearby apartments heard what had happened.
"Freddie! I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that it was you. You just scared me." I apologized to him wholeheartedly, probably for the first time in my entire life.
"You? Scared? You're Sam. I'm the one who should be scared!" he exclaimed. And for some reason, those words made my heart sink. Even when I was trying to be nice, all I did was terrify him and cause him pain. I could no longer comprehend how I found joy out of putting him down these past few years. Now, it saddened me enough to bring any regular girl to tears.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled, looking down and balling my fists in frustration. Not in him. Only frustration in myself.
"It's okay. So why are you here? Have you not reached your insult quota for the day?"His voice dripped with sarcasm, and I began to panic. Who was I kidding? There's no way that he would ever have feelings for me. I'm violent. I eat way too much meat. I'm not very attractive. And all I do is harass him. It would make no sense for him to like me. I had to come up with a lie, and fast.
"Ummm…I just got a brilliant idea for iCarly, so I took a bus here because I needed to tell you." I dug my nails into the palms of my hands as punishment for such a lame excuse.
"Why didn't you just write it down so you could tell me tomorrow? But why would you even tell me? I'm the technical producer. Carly's the one with the creative mind." Of course he would ask that. Curse his intelligence. But I already felt defeated the moment he opened the door, so I decided to give up.
"You're right. It was a stupid idea." I agreed.
"The idea itself or just the idea to come here and tell me about it?"
"Both." I sighed. He didn't know that half of it.
"Okay. Well I'm gonna go to bed. You should get some rest, too."
"Yeah. Goodnight, Freduardo." I mentally slapped myself. It was more of a habit than a choice to call him names like that.
"Night, Puckett." I watched as he began to close the door. It almost seemed as if he was moving in slow motion. I took that as a sign. A sign that I should stop being a chicken and face the music. I had to get this out, no matter how I thought he would react to it.
"Wait!" I put my hand over his to stop him from leaving.
"What?" he asked, almost annoyed. But it was now or never. So I looked into his eyes, took a deep breath, and let myself go.
"We need to talk about the kiss."
Author's Note: Argh! I'm a pirate! Look what I just did! I left you on a cliffhanger! Only because I have to do my homework now or I'll be up all night. Sorry it's another short chapter. But I hoped you liked it…maybe. Anyway, thanks for reading, and review with any suggestions or comments that you may have. :D