Good evening! Unless it's not evening when you read this.
This story isn't in the archive, So not alot of people get to see it. Do you mind too terribly telling your friends who are into iCarly/Seddie fictions?
FREDDIE'S POV
After our little coffee chat, I came back to my dorm hall with Logan, Michael and Chase. When I walked in, Gibby was sitting on the bottom bunk, unfolding his underwear.
"Gibby! What are you doing here?"
"Well, this school seemed like the bomb. So I enrolled here. Looks like we're roomies."
"Yeah… I guess we are. Well, at least I don't need to sleep in here with a total stranger."
"True," Gibby says. "Hey, who do you think will occupy the last bunk?"
"I guess we'll find out, classes start on Monday."
About an hour of getting unpacked and ready to go to sleep, we lay in our respective beds, staring up at the ceiling in the dark, just talking.
"So, you gonna finally make a move on Sam?"
"Gibby!"
"Dude, I'm just saying. If you don't, someone else will. The guys here are all California guys. All tan, and good looking… and muscular…"
"Your point?"
"My point is, she might like what she sees, and then you'll be all sad… and lonely."
"I don't like Sam. She can date who she wants, I'm not gonna stop her!"
"Okay, chill dude."
The conversation stopped there, and eventually I heard Gibby snoring softly. I pick up my phone and shoot off a quick text to Sam.
You don't like anyone here, do you?
I took a deep breath, and looked at my phone. Me and Sam aren`t really on the level that we talk about this sort of thing, and she could legally break my collarbone if I asked her this. I took another breath, and quickly pressed send before I could have second thoughts.
After a few minutes waiting for a response, I came to the conclusion that she must either be asleep or trying to hunt me down, and I drifted off.
The next morning, I awoke with one new message.
Um. Freddo? I like all of you equally.
I blinked and checked the text. Turns out, last night I wasn't paying attention and sent the message to Spencer. Gah! You know how much courage I had to summon to send that?
Sorry, Spence. Wrong person.
"Hey, what do we do for breakfast here?" Gibby asked, yawning.
"I don't know. Why don't we meet up with Carly and Sam, and all of us will go hunt down some food."
"Okay!"
So I sent a text to Sam, because I know she'd be more enthusiastic about breakfast. That's the only reason, okay? Get off my back.
She replied quickly, and we agreed to meet by the fountain.
"Come on Gib. We're meeting Carly and Sam for breakfast."
"Awesome! I love breakfast!"
"Right."
We got dressed and headed down to the fountain, where Carly was standing. Sam was sitting on the edge, head propped up on her hand.
"Hola, amigas!"
"Hey!" Carly chirped, while Sam stood.
"Hey guys!" Gibby said to the girls.
"What's this doing here?" Sam said to me, with a confused look on her face.
"Aw, I missed you too, Sam!" Gibby steps forward and hugs her tightly.
"What are you doing? Let me go, you shirtless potato!"
Gibby didn't release her, and instead hugged her tighter. She squealed.
"Stop it, that hurts!" Finally, Sam had had enough and pushed Gibby back.
"Sorry, grumpy. Just thought you needed a hug."
"Okay!" Carly interjected. "Why don't we go find a place to eat, shall we?"
"That sounds like a great idea!" Gibby said enthusiastically. "We should split up! Freddie and Carly, me and Sam!" He stepped over and slung his arm around the blonde, pulling her into him. "Won't that be fun?"
"I am not going with him." She said as she peels herself away from Gibby, and looks at Carly pleadingly. Before she could say anything, Gibby smiles.
"Okay then, me and Carly, Sam and Freddie. Bye now!" He says quickly as he picks Carly up over his shoulder and rushes away.
Sam looks at me, then the retreating figure, then me again.
"Well, let's go find some breakfast."
She gets a weird look on her face, but motions me to go, and follows behind.
Maybe five minutes later, after no luck finding food or getting Sam to talk to me, she stops.
I turn to look at her, and she hesitantly takes my hand and leads me over to a nearby bench.
"Uh, Sam?"
"Shh."
"What are you…?" I ask as we sit.
"Freddie. You don't… like me, do you?"
"What? Why are you asking?"
"Because, you just… I don't… Gibby was acting really weird. You didn't put him up to it?"
"Gibby is always weird. Why would I ask him to be weird?"
"Freddie! You know what I mean!"
"No, Sam. I don't. Please explain?"
"Well… it kinda seemed like you asked Gibby to get us alone together. Freddie, I don't… I can't…"
A light bulb finally went off in my stupid brain. Sam thinks I'm trying to make a move? May as well have a little fun with it…
"So… you're saying you don't like me back?" I say in this desperate voice. Sam's eyes widen.
"Oh, god. I… We… You really like me?"
"Yes, Sam, can't you see?"
She looks really freaked out.
"Freddie. I think…"
"Sam, wait. I need you to know… That I'm just playing with you."
Her eyes almost popped out of her head.
"Freddie! What the hell? I hate you!" She yells, face red. She gets up to leave but I grab her hand.
"Why? Why is this such a big deal?"
She looks at me and for a split second I think maybe I should take Gibby up on his advice. I mean, I'm so comfortable with her, she's not bad on the eyes, she's funny, smart. Maybe I should…
Sam takes a deep breath. "You just freaked me out. I don't wanna spend the whole school year fighting off your advances. I mean, we just won't work."
Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe she's right. Maybe I need to take every little thought I just had and destroy it. I mean, she's obviously not interested.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Let's just go get breakfast." I say flatly.
At that moment, I got a text.
TO: Freddie
FROM: Gibby
Hey buddy! How'd it go? Me and Carls just got coffee and called it breakfast. Guess you two will have to eat alone! ;D
Stupid Gibby.
Whoa. Intense. Any ideas anyone? I'll try to work some into the story, though I already know the general direction it's going in. Okay, review please! :)
bye!