A/N: whew! Another chapter done, and more to come hopefully. Thanks to iLuvNathanKreSs, Mondegreen, and Mizkntuhke for leaving me some awesome reviews and to everyone that is reading! You guys make me keep writing!

In case you guys are confused a bit, this is Sam and Freddie's POV of being away from each other during the Summer, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: Wish I owned iCarly but I don't. Just the FF.

Chapter 2: What I Need

It was hard. After the first year, I didn't want any more of this shit. I was tired of waiting for him, and I wanted to put an end to whatever stupid decisions we made that past three summers. But it was always the same. Every minute I saw him come out the airport and see that look of happiness and secrecy in his eyes, I knew that I was gonna wait again for this nub. And again, and again.

It has been almost four years. Four long years as soon as this one is over. At first I would stay inside my house, listening to my mothers drunken slurs, but then next thing I knew I would find myself at the community library, just to be reminded by Freddie. Yup, as pathetic as that sounds, I felt as though he was there. I mean, I would see many Freddie nerds, doing whatever dorks and nerds do. Library Sam, duh, of course this place is filled with Freddie wannabes. But there was something wrong with the picture here. He wasn't here. That was always the same, making me feel stupid to just be here because I would be reminded of that simple fact every minute I spent here. His absence. I would look around me to see the dorks playing Wars of the World or what ever those idiots play, or see them with their noses buried deep inside a 10,000 page book. I only handle 400 pages and below. To this day I am still unable to understand why these dorks come here. But then again, here I am as well. So does that make me just a pathetic nub as the rest of these nubs? God, I hope not.

I don't do much here, something that I notice every time I step inside this book reference holding cell. What is there to do? Other than the obvious (yes people, books are interesting. Its like there's a movie playing in my mind, as crazy as that sounds), I mostly just take my pear pod and huddle myself in a little corner, browsing the Internet through the library's computers. I try reaching Carly through chats, and send Freddie emails that are too descriptive to describe of what I plan on doing to him, just to keep things interesting. The responses he comes up with are just as dorky as he is. I still don't know what it is about this guy that brings butterflies to my stomach and a lump caught in my throat.

And it was so sudden. That first kiss we shared on the fire ladder was just the beginning. Sure, it was my first kiss whatever, but I felt something. And when he pulled away I felt that little spark that some people say that they feel when they first initiate lip locking. Yeah, to me it happened after. But I wasn't gonna stop with what I was doing. This façade of making people's lives miserable was in my nature. I am naturally vicious. It is both my trademark of leaving an impact in your life as well as showing how I care. And Freddie, being the dorkwad that he is was none the wiser. I was making him think that the only reason I caused him so much more damage to him was because I loathed him, when in truth it was the exact opposite.

It was Carly that caught on quick. Damn her smart intellectual being. She confronted me before we finished our last and final iCarly, a smile plastered on her face. After what seemed like hours of her staring at me, I finally lost my cool and asked her.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing" she walked past me and turned around nonchalantly. She was acting too know-it-all-ish. She knew how much I hated that side of her. "Just wondering…when you were planning on telling Freddie?"

"Telling Freddifer what?" 'Oh crap, she knows. Shit! I tried so hard to keep it under control! What gave it away?'

"How you really feel? Come on Sam. For one, I am a girl; I know how a girl's mind works. And for two, I am your best friend, and hiding a crush from me is like keeping a shirt on Gibby. It just can't be done!"

"Okay okay," I said, defeated. There was a reason she was my best friend, and it was because she could read every emotion that ever crossed my face. She knew when I was happy, sad, on the verge of tears, or on the verge of ripping someone's head off. "It's true but it doesn't matter. I don't want to mess anything up. Besides, you know that he still likes you that way."

"No, he doesn't."

"You sure about that?"

"He should realize that I would never like him that way. I mean I had to go to Pee Wee Babies Anonymous to just be with Griffin, and accept the fact that it was a hobby of his, no matter how weird it is. And he's leaving with me to New York. Freddie needs to realize this so he can get over it."

"Get over what?" Queue the embarrassment.

"Get over your foot fungus!" I yelled at Freddie. And that quizzical look on his face told me I pulled it off. I was safe for another day. But for how long, I didn't know.

"I don't have a foot fungus Sam." Freddie answered. I walked over to him and flicked his forehead.

"That's for not having a foot fungus." I smiled. He just shrugged it off like he always did, grabbing the camera as Carly and me began putting our hats on for our Funky Dancing While Wearing Weird Hats skit.

Hard to believe that with just that one look Carly saw right through me. When she knew that there was more to Freddie than I like to show, than I was more comfortable to let anyone know, even her, my best friend. Yes I know I repeat, but its because that's how crazy it is forming in my head. I like Freddie. I like a geek, a geek that is not even worth my time unless I am giving him a wedgie, wet willie or something of equal or more embarrassment.

Every song I have holds a reminiscent tone that reminds me of him. Maybe because it's his pear pod that I took with me when I left, I don't know. But I'm happy to have something that's his. Sometimes I go inside his room (break in, whatever) and steal some shirts. Sometimes he gives them to me (and by give I mean I take after we slept together). All I know is that I have enough to use up at least two of my drawers. His big boy smell.

Sometimes I fall asleep with those shirts, placing the collar over my nose as my fingers touch all over my body. They aren't big like his, and bruising myself would make no sense but it's enough for me to close my eyes and imagine myself in his dorm room, fucking him on his desk. I picture it vividly, how he grabs my ass, bites me in places I like. I touch myself with intensity, grabbing my breasts and kneading them, just as Freddie does. My hand traces my stomach, moving slowly down to my folds. I tease myself, pretending that it isn't me that reaching down, that it isn't me making me arch myself when I insert a finger, then two. I pretend it's his hands, softly touching and caressing with such precision, lifting me slowly up into bliss and into a heavenly passion that leaves me craving for more. I pretend its him going up inside me, making me feel whole and complete. And then I reach down and see that it wasn't him at all, just me and my lucid fantasies that keep me at bay until the next time I see him come from the airport. It would always be me crying out his name as I climax, as I think of him so far from me and yet always by my side.

He was nothing like I thought him to be in bed. I always pictured him to be a sensible lover, but instead he has an insatiable carnal lust that goes as far as I can. He would fuck me anywhere whenever we'd be alone. And I would always be his pretty little whore, sneaking inside his room, supplying all I had to give, and receiving delicious bruises and chapped lips in return. I reach my hand out, like when I reach out to touch his face, wishing he were here so I could see him again. Webcams doesn't do what needs to be done. I need him here, holding my hand, waking up beside me. My body craves him, my heart aches for him, and my mind is always on him. Just like it is now.

God, I should leave, I keep looking at the Splash ages with minimal interest; I mean not even the talking foot video is doing it for me, that's some serious chizz. I guess this is what many girls call depression. Just never thought I would be one of those poor idiots. I sign off and pull myself up from the chair when I see someone behind me. Another dork, but at the same time not really. I mean he doesn't look like a dork. This guy actually looks a litter more normal than the rest of them in here. His hair is shaggy but seemingly kept, and jet black. His eyes a hazel brown mixed with a tint of green and animated, like if he had a case of coffee. But what catches me is his smile as I motion to him to take the computer I was just using as if I myself am saying "its all yours," and begin to leave. When he flashed me that smile I couldn't help but smile back. Whoa where did that come from?

"You sure have a nice smile there beautiful," the stranger says. He's lucky his face is too pretty to hit or else I would have beaten it in by now. Hitting on me gets you nowhere, except to a hospital. "I'm Jesse, the guy that plastered those pearly whites to appear on your face." His hand pushes itself towards me, a wristwatch that is also a calculator on his wrist. Psh, this guy sure is acting like an ass. A smart ass that is.

"Don't get used to it." I reply, moving away from him. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and leave him, putting more of a strut to my walk, exaggerating the sway of my hips to keep him looking at a girl that will never be his.

"Hey wait!" he calls out behind me, and I can't help but smile. I guess he'll come saying what an ass or something to further flatter me. I turn my head and see his hand holding something. My/Freddie's Pear pod! "You forgot this cutie." He said winking in the process. I take it from him with a swipe and turn around and continue on my way. I still notice him behind me, which is starting to annoy me. Pretty face or no, I don't like stalkers. Maybe I should tell him.

"Back off weirdo." I tell him, and continue walking toward the door.

"I feel as though a thank you is in order don't you think?" This Jesse person says. If that's what will take him off my back.

"Thanks." I mumble.

"You don't mean it." He says.

"Thank you for returning my pear pod."

"You're welcome…" he motioned his hand in front of me, like if he wanted me to finish his sentence. He wants to know my name I bet. So I tell him.

"Sam? Like Samantha?" he uses my long name that I just cannot stand. As I turn again he runs in front of me, blocking my exit. I ready my fist, I don't care how much of a pretty face he has, if he thinks I'm going to stay here and have him jerk me around he really has another thing coming to him. "Hang on wait. So I take it you are not that big on the long name of Sam. I get it. My mom likes calling me by my middle name, Machiavelli, and I can't stand it. So I get your pain." My pain? He doesn't even know the half of it. He couldn't possibly understand the last three years of my life, how I would give myself to someone that would leave in the end. How I would always return to a guy that school mattered more than the girl that was unjustly in love with him. I can't blame him. I always end up blaming myself.

"Hello?" I must have dozed off; thinking about Freddie does that to me. "Sam, was it?" he calls my name again, this time a little more calmly and warm.
"Yeah, what do you want?" I say, a little annoyed. I should have been gone from this place almost 2 minutes ago.

"You like chili?" He says. I look at him with a dumbfounded and confused look. This guy that just met me is asking me out? "Because they have this new chili flavor at Chili my Bowl, in case your interested." He was baiting me with chili? Man, he doesn't even know who I am, and yet he has found out my singular favorite thing in the absolute world. Food.

"You paying?" I ask.

"Only if you tell me your last name." Another smile, and this time I feel my palms get sweaty and my legs start to shake. Wait what?

"Puckett. Samantha Puckett." My lips betray me, releasing my last name as well as my first full name. That smile was contagious indeed, as well as hypnotic.

It was torture. Midterm and finals constantly breathing down my neck when all I wanted was to go back home. But it was my senior year, and I'm at the school that I've always wanted to go to. Sam was within my reach, and yet so far that I couldn't even touch her.

Sam. Whenever I think about her I get an urge to run to my dorm and shut everything out so I can picture her, naked and willing on my bed. I can vividly picture her long legs, her perky breasts with her light pink nipples, and how they get so hard just by touching them. I can see her heavy lidded eyes, glazed over with a passion that is only shown to me, as my hands roam around her curves, until they reach her core. I can even hear her moan my name as I playfully tease her, her smell intoxicating my nostrils, making me grow hard.

And she always manages to catch me at the worst of times. I always check my email to find her sending me some emails that I have to hide. Crazy Sam. My Princess Puckett.

Chatting and emailing was just the tiny portion of satiating my growing hunger for her. She would always leave me breathless, and stumbling for words, whenever she would say how much she wanted me to touch her, how she wanted me to do what I would do to her every summer. I would always give some lame reply, to which she would always say "you dork," "what a nub," or my personal favorite, "chizz Freddie you have no idea what to do idiot," always followed with a smiley face. She was too evil to be adorable, yet she had her moments. Moments that always remained in the corners of my mind. How I would plead for her to come and visit me for at least a week, to which she wanted to, if she had the money. But when did Sam ever have any money? Every time she had a little bit of money, it would slip from her hands only to be replaced by bacon, burgers, and every other of her favorite foods. And good luck for me going back to Seattle during my vacations. Those would be the times when I would catch up with any new classes. To graduate with honors certainly was no walk in the park. But I had my one shot at doing this and I was not giving up until I reached it.

And I could always feel Sam's anger whenever I told her that I would still be staying away from her. Not like I wanted to do it. I never wanted to leave her, but she never saw that, she just would see me not being with her. I'm sure if she were with me she would punch me hard in the gut for being such a nub and a dork. I didn't know how to calm her down during these times, so I would let her clear her mind and have her stop talking to me for around a week. Worst weeks of my life. It was the first time that we got into our first fight via chat that I realized, this blonde was killing me from the inside out, and without her, I can kiss any trace of happiness goodbye.

I never really gave it much thought as to why she always hurt me. I never really paid any attention to her because my head was in the cloud in love with Carly. But now, it was filled with blonde wavy curls. Her curls, her lips as she licked and sucked me dry, eyes that claimed mine almost as fast as her ever-hungry kisses. Ever since I kissed her did I realize that that I wanted to make her more than what she already was to me. I wanted all of her, just like she wanted me.

I wanted this crazy blonde, her wild ways, her sapphire orbs that went from mean to fierce to sexy all in one swift movement. I want all of Sam, every second of every day. Just three more months, and she would be all mine. It was what we agreed to. Sam was never happy to see me go, so having to say that she was mine when she really wasn't made me come up with our deal. We would not be official until I returned from college and stayed. Permanently. That way I would not hold her back, if she ever wanted someone else. But every night I prayed she didn't, so I could keep her in my dreams where she would always be.

And pretty soon she will be in my bed, where I will keep her until the next morning and every day after. All that we needed was just a little more time.

A/N: So what did you guys think? Loved it? Hated it? Want to know who this Jesse guy is? Let it all out in a nice review for me! Its what gives me the energy to move on! :)

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