CHAPTER FIVE

FREDDIE'S POV

I walked into the Shay's apartment.

"Hey Freddie," Carly called from their kitchen.

She was pouring some Wahoo Punch! into two glasses. I suspected that the second glass was from Spencer.

"Hey," I replied walking into the kitchen.

"Your Wahoo Punch!" Carly said handing me the glass. I guess she would pour another one for Spencer. That was probably her weak attempt to make me smile.

Behind me, I heard a toilet flush. Spencer walked out of the bathroom and jogged into the kitchen.

"Hey kiddos" he said. "Looks like you stole my Wahoo Punch! Freddie." Spencer said to me while giving me a fake glare. He smiled and poured himself another glass of punch.

Carly smiled too in an attempt to cheer me up. I just silently sipped from my cup of punch.

Suddenly, Carly dropped her cheerful act, and looked dead serious.

"Freddie?" she asked.

I looked up from my glass.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure," I said and I waited.

Carly glanced at Spencer who was sipping his Wahoo Punch!, oblivious to the whole thing. She then looked back at me.

"Alone? It's kind of important."

I nodded.

She led the way, and we both walked up the stairs to the iCarly studio.

"So, what's up?" I asked when we had settled in on the beanbag chairs.

I played with the gummy bear lamp that Spencer had made for Carly on her birthday.

"Well, it's about Sam" she stated, not really sure where to begin.

I looked down. Sam? I already didn't feel like listening to her.

Why did she have to talk about Sam now?

"Carly," I warned. I really hoped that she wouldn't say anything that would make me burst into tears. I was still very upset about what had just recently occurred. I still felt like it was my entire fault.

"Did you…" Carly suddenly seemed hesitant.

"Did I what?" I asked, now genuinely curious.

"Did you love Sam?"

I gasped and then Carly gasped too, and then shut her eyes, as if in deep thought.

I looked down. So this was what was on her mind.

"I mean, I saw the way you both were looking at each other…" she drifted off. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't hav-"
"Yes." I said.

Carly looked surprised, but mostly shocked. I felt shocked too. Did I just say that I loved Sam Puckett? Yeah, I guess I did.

"Freddie." Carly said.

I put my head down in my lap.

"Carly, you know that I stopped liking you a while back right?"

She nodded.

"Well, that was because I had realized that I liked someone else. And that someone else just happened to be Sam."

I sighed, and looked down once again, but I looked up when I heard Carly snicker.

"What?" I asked.

She smiled.

"I knew it," she said.

I looked curious.

"You did? Since when?"

"I knew since the time you stopped liking me. I knew the way that you used to look at me, and suddenly I saw you looking at Sam like that. When she wasn't looking of course."

I laughed. Of course. If Sam caught me looking at her like that, she'd probably break my face.

"After she got hit by that truck, I realized just how much I loved her."

Carly stared at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Love. You said love. I thought you just liked her, but love?"

"Yeah, I guess so…" I said.

Maybe I really did love Sam, way more than I thought I did.