Alright. Clarification time.

See this chapter? You see it? YOU SEE IT? It's chapter three. Haha. Okay well that's not what I'm trying to clarify though. I'm just clarifying that because it's chapter three, as I'm writing it, I will have uploaded chapter one. So, that means I don't update a chapter until two chapters ahead of them are finished. Get it? This way, I always have a chapter handy, and I never have writers block. Well, it helps.

So, if you think I'm taking way too long with updates, don't frett, because I will try my best to post as fast as I can, of course, I can only post as fast as I write. So be pacient. :))

Clarification ftw.

Anywhoo.

I do not own a trace of iCarly ... :( .. But neither do you! Haha! Well, unless you do own it ... then I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

Sam

We ended up going to see Freddie again the next day. Spencer thought it would be nice for Carly to get out of the house and stop sulking, and for her and Freddie to talk. When we got there, Ms. Benson was laughing at something on TV. It looked like some sort of Discovery Channel type show, and it didn't look like Freddie was enjoying it very much.

"Knock knock," I said, walking in without allowance. I looked at Freddie and noticed his brown eyes lit up at the sight of me. Okay, not used to seeing Freddie do that. At least not to me. So, yeah. I was still a little jizzed about the whole kissing Freddie to get him to remember me thing. But it worked, and that's what's important right? I mean, it wasn't like I had enjoyed it or anything...

Okay I had. But that's beside the point. And no one needed to know.

I did it for Freddie, not for me.

The nurse that had followed us in asked Freddie's mom to step out as to 'not overwhelm' Freddie again. Freddie, however, didn't like that idea. "Wait, no. I'm fine. Mom, you can stay."

"It's alright sweetie." Ms. Benson smiled and touched Freddie's cheek. Ugh. Too much fluffy sweet good lovey family stuff. I had to turn away it was so repulsing. "I'll give you and your friends some privacy."

She walked out of the hospital room, and the nurse followed. I stood in the exact same place I stood the day before, on the right side of Freddie's bed. "Hey." I breathed.

"Hi." There was an awkward silence and it was extremely awkward for me because Freddie was just lying there smirking at me while I tried to avoid looking him in the eye. When I looked on either side of me I realized Carly was still all the way back at the door. I turned my head to see half her body in the room. She looked like a lost orphan. I silently thanked her for being a distraction.

"Tell her to come in," Freddie said. Which, I have to admit, made me feel really proud of him, but mostly myself, for giving him that talk yesterday. I gestured for her to come over and she looked at me and Freddie back and forth, then finally started to slowly walk over and join us. It seemed like forever, because she was taking these little baby steps. But she got there soon enough, and Freddie grinned at her, which, even though she didn't show it or say it, I knew made her open up a little more.

"Hi Carly," He said quietly. Her face turned all red and he laughed. What the? Was Carly a different person too? Did the accident traumatize her and make her forget who she was also?

"You look nice." Really? Was this really happening? Was he really flirting with Carly, while I was in the room? And was she really flirting with him, when she constantly told him she didn't like him? And was he really trying to turn on the charm on another girl when he kissed me only the night before?

Um.

Scratch that last question, will you?

"You look like you're in pain," Carly answered finally, changing from her bashful expression to a concerned one. Freddie shook his head humbly.

"Nahh. It doesn't hurt a bit." Carly nodded, but she didn't really believe him. How could she? He had a cast on his arm, leg, and gauze around his head. It looked pretty painful to me ...

"Look, I'm really sorry about blowing up on you yesterday. I had no place to yell at you, especially since it was basically my fault ..." He said with a chortle. I laughed too, well, because I thought it was funny. I guess I laughed a little too loud because they both stared at me blankly. What? It kinda was his fault. He had to be the hero. I'm really glad he was though. Not because he's in the hospital, no. I'm not that heartless. But because I don't know how I'd get through even an hour of my life without Carly Shay.

"It's okay. I was totally not choosing my words carefully." When Carly said this they both laughed. Oh wow! And that wasn't even half as funny as the accident-being-his-fault crack. And these people called themselves comedians. While I was considering actually being a comedian and how awesome getting my own show based on my life story would be, I was being completely oblivious to Freddie, who was staring at me again. Oh. And smirking. Can't forget the smirking.

When our eyes met, I was hypnotized temporarily, because I didn't recognize that type of look on Freddie's face. It was a look I could recognize on the spot however.

It was lust.

I quickly turned away, feeling even more awkward then I did before, if that was even possible. I decided to focus on the TV, where a tiger was attacking a baby elk in the jungle. Yeah. You get him, tiger. When I started to get just a little bit uncomfortable watching the predator devour it's prey, I tried to pull off a just-looking-around-the-room-and-my-eyes-just-so-happened-to-fall-on-you-and-you-better-believe-once-I-see-you-I'm-going-to-look-away-like-nothing-happened side glance, but my eyes got stuck again. I saw Freddie's tongue come out of his mouth and graze his bottom lip.

Oh God.

I needed to get out of there.

"Uh, hey Carly, you think you can go get me some water?" I heard Freddie say when I finally ripped my eyes away from his and returned to the TV dinner. I heard Carly mutter some thing about there being water right next to him, and then him telling her he needed bottled water because that water made him bloated. How weird was that? Do guys get bloated? Carly leaves the room and I stare at the TV as if it's the most amazing television show ever to be made.

And then all the color on the TV gets sucked into a little whole in the middle of the screen. And then the screens black. I looked at Freddie, about to yell at him for turning off the TV without warning but his eyes made all the sound just vanish from my mouth. I couldn't speak anymore. Gosh, it was as if Freddie was a hot guy or something. Why was this happening to me?

Freddie swallowed and I watched his Adams apple go up, and then down, like the ball in Times Square on New Years Eve. While I'm captivated by unusual parts of his body, I hear him shift around. When I came two, I saw that he had propped himself up so he was now sitting with his back against the head of his bed, instead of lying down, with his movable elbow holding him up like a kick stand.

"Hey! That's new," I said kind of stupidly, but he grinned and nodded and told me about how he'd been trying all night long. I commended him on his accomplishment and slowly the awkwardness started to creep up into the room again. Darn awkwardness. Always has to ruin a good moment.

"Come here," He said simply. I looked at him questioningly, wondering a) why he was commanding me to go to him and b) what exactly he wanted me to 'come here' for. But, despite what my gut was telling me, I walked over to him. He tapped an empty place beside him on his bed. It was the same exact place I had sat the night before. It would have been a perfect moment for me to exclaim 'Whooaaa! Deja Vu!' but I was way to curious about what he was trying to get me to do to even think about time repeating itself.

"Look." He raised up the arm that was in a cast, and I watched as slowly, he lifted each finger, one after the other. I glanced at his face and how much concentration it took just to do such a minuscule thing. If I was a deep person like him or Carly or something, it probably would have given me this whole new perspective on life. Made me treasure it because I had it good, compared to some people, whereas I could move my fingers without effort. But I'm not. So I didn't. I nodded and smiled and pretended to be impressed.

"Take it," He murmured, sounding like he was out of breath. If I was a really mean person, I would have laughed. Okay. So, normally, I would have laughed. But I was so baffled by the fact that Freddie just told me to take his hand that I totally ignored it. I swallowed and very carefully raised my hand so that it was directly in front of his seemingly lifeless one. I looked at Freddie, in case he was going to be like, 'Oh wait a second! I don't want you to hold my hand! You're gross! Get off my bed and go make me a sammich!'

But he didn't. He didn't even look at me. He just stared at my hand and his hand. Only inches apart from embracing. I exhaled and closed in the space between our hands and placed each of my fingers on either side of his. They fit together perfectly. Each finger chilling next to a little finger buddy. Freddie flashed this really huge grin and looked at me all exited. I was really confused and although I was sitting next to him, holding his hand, I still felt that awkward feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"I can feel it. I can feel your hand on mine." Freddie looked at me, his voice exited. I smiled at him and rubbed my thumb on his palm. I guess that was my way of saying 'congratulations buddy'.

"Thank you, Sam." Freddie smiled at me. Smiled. Not smirked. It was a pleasant surprise. That's when I decided to go in for the kill. Yeah that's right. Me and Freddie kissed. Again. For the third time now, if you want to get technical. But really, who's counting?

But in my defense! How could I not kiss him? I know what you're thinking. 'Um, you don't kiss him, Sam! Duh!' Right? Well it's not that easy!

1.) Freddie was really lonely. He was in a hospital bed spending time with his mother who he just remembered was his mother. I think he deserved a little something.

2.) We were holding hands, and our faces were like, millimeters apart. What else are you supposed to do in that situation? Isn't that what most people do when subjected with such a scenario?

3.) Right before it happened, Freddie accidentally hit the remote with his elbow and the TV turned back on. Ironically, it was playing R. Kelly's Bump N' Grind. Cheesy right? Cheesy and narrating what was happening to me at that moment exactly.

4.) Just the night before, Freddie and I shared a kiss, and it triggered something in his mind that helped him remember who I was. We wanted, and technically needed for iCarly, Freddie back.

So as you can see, it wasn't because I wanted to kiss him. It was because Freddie needed something to keep him happy, we were sort of kind of forced by the atmosphere and musical background, and I had to take one for the team.

At least, that's what I kept telling myself.

But I, as do you, know it's far from the truth.

R. Kelly never spoke truer words.

Freddie

Dude! You're not gonna believe this! Sam and I kissed! AGAIN! I'm feeling like such an accomplished man when Sam shuts me down completely and breaks our kiss/make out session (at least, that's what I considered it to be).

"What happened?" I asked genuinely sincere. She looked at me and opened her mouth like she wanted to speak, but she didn't say anything. She looked so precious all confused and stunned. Probably overwhelmed by the amazing kiss we just shared. "Sam what's wrong?"

"This," She breathed. This? What exactly was wrong with 'this' exactly? And what exactly was 'this' anyway? I was becoming more confused now then I felt when I first woke up from my coma yesterday.

"What do you mean 'this'?" I wanted to know. On her face I saw just as much pain as I felt. Then why was she doing this? What was she saying? Why was she ruining what was a perfect moment?

"We shouldn't be doing this." She said, confusing me even more then I had been before. I searched her face with my eyes looking for some sort of explanation. And what was wrong with doing 'this'? What, were we going to get in trouble or something?

"Well why not?" I asked, starting to get slightly annoyed. Apparently, she was too, because she got up, pulled her hair like she was frustrated, and groaned loudly.

"Because Freddie! You're you! I'm me! You can't just go around kissing me without warning all willy nilly like that! That's not what we do!" Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.

"Um okay, for the record, you kissed me. And also, why not? Do you not get it? I like you Sam! A lot. And I like kissing you and you like kissing me, it's not a crime!"

"It is in our world!" Well that seems like a stupid world to wake up in. Sam had her arms outstretched like I was the most difficult person she'd ever spoken to and I always give her a hard time or something. Where was that coming from? "Freddie, me and you are not supposed to kiss! We are friends who have a love/hate relationship and bicker 24/7 and I thought you knew that when you told me you remembered me yesterday!"

Ohh. That ...

"Oh ... yeah. I don't remember you. At least, I don't remember anything about you." Sam looked at me. Now she was the confused one.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, her voice almost threatening. For some reason I had this feeling I should be intimidated by her. But look at her. She was a petite and blond. I had nothing to worry about.

"Freddie ... what are you talking about?" She said through clenched teeth. I sighed and decided to come clean.

"Well ... see. You know how yesterday I told you that if you kissed me, it might make me remember what happened the first time we kissed and I would remember who you were?" She nodded so slowly it was like she was a robot. "Well. It didn't work."

I shook my head, but then I shrugged. No big deal right? I mean, I was eventually going to regain my memory. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly, like she was trying to calm herself down. I even heard her mumble a few words to herself. All I caught was 'Sam. Relax. Kill. Freddie. Vulnerable. Hospital. Witnesses.'

So that whole not being intimidated thing was working out great.

"Alright Freddie. You at least remembered my name right?" She looked at me, probably expecting me to take her invite for redemption graciously and to move on to another subject. I ended up declining that invitation.

"Not exactly ..." I said feeling contemptible. Her eyes grew wide and she started to breath heavily. And were those ... horns? "See, Carly waled something about it being all her fault that I, 'my mom, Spencer, her, and Sam' were even at the hospital. Well I put two and two together and came to the conclusion that by process of elimination, you were the only person left without name. Hence me guessing you were Sam. I guess it was a pretty good hunch, huh?"

I looked at Sam, expecting her to hurt me at the least based on her expression only seconds earlier. But she just stared at me, not looking mad or upset anymore. Just staring at me blankly. "Sam?"

"You lied to me Freddie," She said firmly. Oh great. Now she was going to send me on a guilt trip.

"Well, technically, I didn't lie I mean, you assumed I remembered you when really I only figured out what your name was," I told her, surprising even myself with how smarty-pantsy I sounded. Sam shook her head and looked at her shoes. I could tell she was hurt. But what could I do? Really and truly, it wasn't my fault.

"Sam I'm ... I'm sorry. I didn't know remembering who you were was so important to you." Sam slowly picked up her head and looked at me seriously. Her eyes were glassy and I expected another baling session like Carly or my mom. "You're not too mad at me are you? Are we still friends?"

"Call me when the real Freddie comes back. He's my friend." Ouch. It hurt so much. It stung. It literally stung. My heart, my arm (due to other reasons) and my throat. Wait, my throat? Oh great. Not only was a dork, a jerk who lied to girls he liked, but I was a wimp too.

Curse you Freddie Benson.

You are the biggest loser to ever walk the Earth.

Carly

Sam almost ran me over as she dashed out of Freddie's room. Was she ... sniffling?

Wait ... What? Sam crying? In front of ... Freddie?

Wow.

"Um, what is wrong with Sam?" I asked Freddie suspiciously, passing him his Mountain Top Valley Forge Water water bottle to him. He took it and examined it. I noticed he was sitting upward instead of lying down like he was when I left.

"Ugh. I hate Mountain Top. There's no chemicals to kill all the germs. Animals take baths in this thing!" He said, holding it up to me and shaking it like it wasn't just a water bottle.

"Yeah. You still haven't answered my question ... " I told him. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the TV screen, avoiding my stare.

"Hey look! MTV Top 20 Countdown!" He exclaimed excitedly. I knew he was faking. Trying to change the subject. What up with the avoidance of my question?

"Why are you avoiding my question?" I asked him finally. He sighed, shut off the TV and looked at me sincerely.

"Me and Sam ... Do we get along?" Okay. Random. And STILL NO ANSWER FOR MY QUESTION.

"Sure you guys do," I said nonchalantly.

"Huh ..." He said sounding like he didn't expect that answer.

"Just about as well as an United States soldier and Saddam Hussein."

"Wha- What? What do you mean by that?" He stuttered frantically. I laughed and walked around his bed to a chair by the window. I looked outside at the amazing view of Seattle from this floor of the hospital.

"Freddie ... what's this about? Sam told me you already remembered her." I stared at an airplane flying sort of low and guessed it was about to land. Freddie made some type of noise that sounded like discomfort, and when I looked at him he had his pillow over his head.

"Iff dyeoff onshipad." He mumbled into the pillow. His words were so muffled I couldn't understand a thing he said.

"What?" He sighed and removed the pillow from his face.

"I said, it's kind of complicated. And it's a long story and I honestly don't want to talk about it so can we talk about something else?" He said all in one long sentence. Alright?

"Totally," I said, trying my best to respect his privacy despite my growing curiosity. "But, when you feel like talking about it again, I'm all ears."

"Thanks," He said with a smile. I smiled back. Yay. Freddie was returning! I politely asked him for the remote and started flipping through channels while he played 20 Questions and interrogated me about his life. His mom walked in a little while after that, with different clothes and a change of clothes for Freddie. That's not all she came with.

"Good news, everybody!" Ms. Benson said excitedly.

"What?" Freddie and me said simultaneously.

"I just got done speaking with the doctor. He told me even though Freddie still has slight amnesia, he's in good enough condition to return home if he'd like." At that moment, four big, hopeful, brown eyes landed on Freddie. He looked at us back and forth as if he had no idea why we were staring at him.

"Sweatheart? Do you think you wanna come home?" She asked staring at him with wide eyes. Freddie looked down at his arm, then his leg, then at me. Then he smiled. It was like he was silently asking me if he was ready. Not knowing what else to do, I smiled back and nodded.

"Yeah. I guess I am." Freddie's mom and me both squeeled and starting going on and on about his room and how he lived across from me and how he comes over all the time and then Spencer texted me telling me he was going out for dinner with Socko and wanted to know If I wanted to come with. It was perfect timing, because Ms. Benson was just getting into a thorough conversation about tick baths with Freddie, so I told them goodbye and that I would see them tomorrow when Freddie came home. When I left the hospital, I called Sam. No answer. I decided to call Spencer to see if she went to the house or something.

"Nope. Haven't seen her since morning. Why, she's not with you?" Spencer asked me over the phone as he pulled into the hospital parking lot.

"Obviously not. If she was with me, do you think I would be asking you where she is?" I asked him when he drove up next to the curb. I put my phone away and got inside the backseat of the car.

"You didn't have to be mean about it ... " Spencer said sounding hurt as he started to leave the hospital parking lot. I laughed and shook my head.

"Hey Socko." I greeted him with a warm smile from the back. He smiled smugly and waved a peace sign without looking back. Yeah. Socko doesn't talk much. Now his brother Tyler, he's another story.

"Long time no see buddy." Socko nodded and waved his hand nonchalantly. Oh, how I loved this guy and his wits.

Haha. Okay. YES I get it that the ending was reallyyyy random. But idk, I just wanted to make Socko a guy who doesn't talk a lot. He just seems like the quiet type :)

Please please review.

OHHH.

And I just became a beta reader. YAYYY! *crowd claps and cheers*

So ... anyone know how the whole beta reading process works?

Haha yeahhh...

*pulls collar nervously*

That would be really cool if someone could tell me that info. Anyways. Hope you enjoyed/are enjoying/will enjoy my story in the future. It's something I'm working sort of kind of hard on. Key word sort of kind of. But hey! My heart is still in it. I like this concept/plot. SmartBabe is a genius. :))

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