Dear Readers,
I'm sorry! You have every right to hate me. But if you are willing to forgive me…..I have a present for you! Chapter 8!
Disclaimer: I could not possibly own iCarly or be Dan Schneider because I would have killed myself for making Seddie break up.
Freddie's POV
I'm in love with Sam?
I hadn't realized it until Stan said it. But the moment the words left his mouth I realized truer words were never spoken. I'm in love with Samantha Puckett. I love Sam. The mere thought of the words made me warm all over. I love Sam. Of course I love Sam. Getting her to be my friend has been my goal, my focus, for what feels like forever. I can't imagine my life without her. I never have been able to. But the real question is how does she feel about me? Should I tell her now? Should I tell her ever? What if I tell her and I lose her. I could handle her not feeling the same way….I think. What I wouldn't be able to handle is things getting awkward between us after everything just got back to normal.
Sam POV
It's been three weeks since Freddie came with me to the hospital and he has been acting a little weird ever since. Something is off but I just can't exactly put my finger on it. But every time I invite to visit dad with me he gets all nervous and makes up some lame excuse. But whatever, I'm not going to let it bother me. My life is practically perfect right now and I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. Because, God knows, it never stays this way for long.
I get to the hospital room where they moved my dad to. He is out of the ICU and in a larger room closer to the physical therapy gym. Dad is walking around the room using his walker. He's almost ready for a cane and after that he'll be free to go.
"Hey, Dad." I said cheerfully as I walk through the door.
"Sammy, look! No hands!" My dad said as he lifted his arms above his head and took a few shakey steps before he lost his balance and grabbed his walker to steady him.
"Dad! Don't do that! You could hurt yourself!"
"Aww!" my dad said with a fake pout. "You never let me have any fun." As he stuck his tongue out at me. Then made his way over to his bed and sat down. "Hey, Sammy?" he said with a mischievous twinkle in his blue eye "Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did." I responded with a laugh
"What's up with you and Benson?"
"Oh my God! Seriously, Dad?"
He just kept looking at me without breaking eye contact
"He's like my brother!"
"Sure, sure. If that's what helps you sleep at night" he said with a wink
We dropped the topic but it was in the back of my head bugging me until visiting hours were over. On my walk home I finally had a chance to think about it. I couldn't like Freddie ...could I? He was Frednub, Fredweird, Fredalina…wasn't he? Right now everything is to new to even begin to figure out if I see Freddie like that. I just got over the overwhelming urge to abuse him every time I see him. If I do have feelings for Freddie it'll just have to wait until things calm down.