It's been three days and not a word from Sam. I've not spoken to Freddie either, so much for "no more secrets". I squash the small voice in my mind that asks if Freddie knows how I really feel – telling myself that he SHOULD do, we spent 34 minutes making out on his bed with him in nothing but a robe… mmmmm… FOCUS. And now SAM KISSES MY FREDDIE. And neither of them tell me!
I work into our apartment to see Spencer trying to put on a pair of my jeans – I'm sure eventually I'm gonna learn to just not ask questions about what he does. Suddenly Freddie walks in and my vow not to confront him over events at the lock-in crumbled as soon as he mentioned Sam. I couldn't help it. I could hear my voice rising an octave as I began ranting at him until I spotted his "ideas face" and we managed to track her to… a mental hospital? I grabbed my keys and we set off to get her back.
After Gibby caused a diversion, Freddie and I went looking for her, found her and confronted her. I tried to get her to admit that she loves Freddie, telling her that I think it's awesome – I'd say anything to get her out of there and back with us. Then Freddie showed up and I decided to leave them to it – they needed to decide where they stood. OMG, what if Freddie likes her back? He didn't deny it while we were at my apartment. Have I missed my chance? What would those two dating mean? And if it will make my two best friends happy, surely it means I have to swallow my feelings and try to make it happen. I meant it when I told Sam I just want her to be happy, and if Freddie really HAS given up on me, well after all this time, and all the rejections, after I never told him he wasn't "just bacon", I'd only have myself to blame. If they want this, then I need to help them, whatever the cost.
Freddie finally seems to have talked her into leaving, but they won't let her – she needs a parent to sign her out and her mom's in Mexico. We need to figure out how to get Sam out of there – and how to make me the future Vice-President of the US.
Plan A didn't work – dressing Spencer up as Sam's mom. I really should be less surprised that one of Spencer's old friends has wound up in a mental hospital. So it's on to Plan B, we're gonna shoot iCarly live from Troubled Waters and see what the fans have to say about Sam liking Freddie. Freddie sounds a little unsure about this, but I'm going for it.
Our first "Seddie" fan raves about how great it would be, and how hot Freddie is.
"Don't get carried away" I find myself saying, but who am I kidding? Girls find Freddie hot these days, he's not the geeky boy-next-door with the puppy-love crush anymore. How did every girl alive see this when I couldn't?
Sam still seems unsure about it and suddenly we get Freddie talking about it, about what he thinks, what he feels, about how that's important too. Here it is – will he tell the world he still loves me? That would crush Sam. Perhaps he can let her down gently… OR he could kiss her. WOAH! Freddie kisses Sam. He wants SAM, not me. They're my best friends. I should be pleased, they're both happy. They look cute together.
"And goodnight!" I say to the camera, trying to put on a brave face, but as I switch the camera off I wonder if I mean goodnight from the show or if the sun has set on any chance of me and Freddie.