Chapter 3 Junior Year July
After taking care of the 'Missy Problem', Freddie thought things would calm down. Nah, he was dead wrong. As he started Summer School, the kissing/Sam-Bashing-Freddie time still went on; even when SHE was in Summer School and he wasn't. There were times when Freddie would get calls from Sam to come to the JC. Once he was there, he would get ambushed by a flow of blonde hair. It was becoming way too frustrating to do this alone. So he decided to go to Carly Shay for help.
Unbeknownst to him, he forgot to tell her about this in the first place...
The day before...
"Hola, Chica." Freddie says as he bursting through the door of Carly's place, a tradition that spans throughout the friendship: barging through as they do.
"Hey Freddie," Carly replied. She was in the kitchen washing dishes after eating Spencer's famous Spaghetti tacos for a quick snack.
"So, I need some advice Carly, think you can help me?"
"Sure, advice about what?" Carly answered never turning around to see him.
"Well, me and Sam and this 'kissing issue' have gotten out of hand and..."
"Wow, you are still thinking about that kiss on the fire escape?"
"Nah, that was long ago. I mean the kissing that's been going on in the Janitor's Closet for over a month now..."
CRASH! Went the plate in Carly's hand.
Carly turned around in a stunned state, staring straight at Freddie with frost in her eyes.
"What do you mean 'Over a month' now?"
"Well," Freddie looked at every facet of the house but into Carly's eyes...
"Freddie, Freddie?" Carly asked coming closer, no response. "FREDDIE!"
Freddie finally startled from Carly's Screech set his eyes on her.
"See, for awhile we started this… this thing. But it always ends up being, either, intense or comical. That has really thrown me for a loop and its making me so confused and angry from the-"
"Freddie! I told you no secrets. Didn't I?"
"Yea I know. It's just that, this has come so suddenly and I thought I told ya already as we are such close friends!" Freddie lightly punched her shoulder."Right Carly? Carly?"
"Remember the agreement we made?"
"Yea of course!" He had no idea what she was talking about.
"Don't think ya remember the night of the first promise of not keeping secrets..."
"What?"
Sometimes words just don't cut it.
"HEY!" Freddie yelled as he was getting a wet willy from Carly. "You know how much I hate those."
"Which is exactly what the punishment is, and it's once a day for the whole week so, don't do it again, Freddie. It just may get worse."
"Alright sorry, did you make this agreement with Sam?"
"Oh I did," Carly Whispered Menacingly "And you thought you had it bad, ha!"
"Uh, well are ya gonna help me with this situation?"
"Sure, we're cool. Just don't keep secrets like that again. You don't wanna know level 2."
"Level two?"
"Level. Two. Freddie."
So, after some talking, he decided to go for the Jugular. He decided to meet Sam in the Groovy Smoothie's janitor closet.
"Must get answers, must not falter!" Freddie Chanted to himself. Those were the main things Carly had spoke to him about. As his back was to the door, and he was chanting like he needs to remember this for school, he didn't see Sam sneak into the closet.
He also didn't see but surely felt-
"OW OW OW OW UNCLE! UNCLE!" - her tugging his hair.
"How does Carly know?" She said surprisingly calm for a girl tugging a guy's hair.
"What are yo-"
"ANSWER THE QUESTION OR YOUR MOM WILL TRULY CHANGE YOUR NAME TO FREDWINA BENSON!"
"Aright Alright! Off the locks please!"
"How did Carly know?" Sam asked again not letting go of the locks.
"C'mon Sam, you know I can't focus when you are taking away years that I am going to have this hair!" Sam finally let go and pushed the 'frenemy' back to the wall.
"Now, tell me." Sam asked and was fumed as Freddie was picking up the stuff that fell from the shelves on the wall she shoved him to.
Unbelievable, Sam thought slowly. Really wanting to pounce and kill the dork for putting her in this mess, and would but she really wanted to have those lip- Not again! Timing can't be worse, I need to kill this nub than think about pouncing on him for 'other' reasons. Give me a good reason nub! Sam and these dang pesky things call feelings keep seeping out of her when she is around the nerd. She hates how she is every fudging time she is around him and needs him to give a good reason, especially today to pound rather than pounce and kiss the dang nerd.
"Look Sam, maybe I went to Carly about a problem because I needed her advice, I needed help. Do you understand?" And to Sam, he just did.
"Oh," Sam said, again calmly for a girl taking slow, menacing steps towards Freddie. "I do."
A loud gulp was from Freddie's throat, as evil cold eyes come closer towards this shriveled scared wimp version of the Same Fredward Benson that stood up to the incomparable Missy Robinson just over a month ago...
"Me and Carls, had an agreement. To not keep secrets from her ya know? You should know, heard she gave you that same one."
"Yea, she did but it took me a while to get what she was talking about, I barely remembered that night of her finding out."
"Me either, but it doesn't matter now. You know why it doesn't matter now, Freddie?"
"Uh, Why?"
"This is why."
Later that same night...
It was dinner that same night at the Shay household. The Shay's, plus one was on hand for another delicious homemade dinner made by Spencer Shay. Carly was finishing the last touches on the table and Spencer on the food as the plus one, Sam Puckett came in, true to tradition, without knocking.
"Wassup guys!"
"Yo, Sam!" Spencer said as he was pulling out dinner.
"Hello, Sam." Said Carly coldly.
"Uh… hey, Carly. Bad day?" Sam asked a bit unnerved at the tone Carly put out towards her.
Carly looked at Sam, "hmm, maybe." She said still with the frost in her voice.
"Uh… okay, so what's for dinner? Mama's starving!"
"Lasanga filled with Sausage and Bolivian Bacon!"
Sam drooled, she couldn't believe that she choose the right time to come here. Having that for dinner was a dream of hers that was finally coming true.
"Great, Lets Chow down!" Sam exclaimed, as she, quickly, took a seat at the table and then Carly came with the 'boring' salad that she makes and sees the big Lasanga coming towards her by Spencer and increased drooling.
It was time to take food consumption on to the next level, she thought, as the smell of the ingredients of the Italian dish wafted to her nostrils. From, the Tomato sauce, to that legendary Bolivian Bacon. And now its finally coming to-
"What is this?" Sam feeling scared as a bowl came right in front of her, but not the bowl she wants.
"Salad," Carly said with her hands on her hips.
"Why I am getting Salad? Is this a joke? Because its funny… hahaha… now end this and give me REAL food." Sam Tried to grab for the Lasagna. But Carly pulled it away from her.
"I know, Sam."
"Know what? GIVE ME FOOD!"
"You've got your Food, enjoy."
"This!" Sam held up her bowl "Is NOT FOOD, its GRASS!"
"Well, BE A HORSE! And Start getting used to it! YOU BREACHED THE AGREEMENT!"
"WHAT AGRE... oh..." Sam sat back down stunned.
"That is right Puckett, Punishment! a week of veggies while we eat bacony filled goodness for dinner. I told you NO SECRETS FROM THE THREE OF US!"
"But I… this is embarrassing! I don't know what to do with this situation with that dork."
"Sam, do you Like Freddie?" She was going for broke today.
"I don't know, Carly."
"I'll take it," Carly said as they sat down to eat, She stopped mid sit, "For now."
Sam tried to check for some meat in her Salad. Alas, there was none.
It had been a while since she had this feeling of wanting to destroy a, certain, Brunette haired Dork.
But as she watched on, seeing Carly and Spencer enjoying the Bacon and Sausage filled food, that itch, to humiliate Freddie came back to her.
It's on.
"Now I'm on a veggie diet for the week Freddie, THE WEEK!"
"Wow," Freddie mumbled. "She was right."
"Right about what?
"Nothing… Nothing at all. Look I wanted to talk about what is going on between... " As he was trying to explain to her. The door opened again...
"You two!" Came in Carly Shay, angry and determined. "I can't believe how you two have been acting towards each other lately. What is wrong with you guys? Why do I have to be the one to mediate even over your issues of going..."
Carly's rant fell short to the sound of a closed janitor's closet's door. Now, Freddie still was on the fence about Sam having claustraphilia.
But he knew for a fact that Carly has Claustraphobia.
"NEYHHH!" Carly screamed as she put her hands towards her head and kneeled towards the floor. "NEYHH!"
Freddie looked up towards Sam, and shook his head.
"NEYHHH!"
Carly laid on the floor, hands over her head "NEEEYHHH!" Is the only sound coming out of the place.
"You get her shoulders, I'll get her legs." Freddie said to Sam.
"Why because you finally get a chance to feel her skinny legs, like the creeper you are?"
"Uh, if you thought I was a creeper," Freddie leaned towards Sam's ear.
"You wouldn't have spent your time kissin' me these last few weeks." He pulled out his most seductive whisper towards the blonde; going as husky as he could and staring intently at the blonde.
"PSHHH!" Sam Scoffed, but couldn't say more as he would have noticed how much his voice got to her.
So they took their sides and picked Carly up and carried her out.
"We are not finished Sam," Freddie told her.
"We are not finished Sam," Sam mocked as an reply.
The JC is left back to its own accord and in front of the iCarly Crew, T-Bo walked towards them as they reached the door.
"Lettuce on a Stick?" He said as he pointed the aforementioned stick towards the two.
"NO!" Well, at least they can agree on something.
A/N Feel so confident, that this is the best one yet in this story. And I can't wait to see who you guys feel about it. So please read and Review.