A/N: The flashbacks are in italics. But sometimes, the italic words are "mysterious voice" in Sam's head. I'm sure you'll know the differences between the flashbacks and the mysterious voices
I wanna tell you something. I actually re-wrote this chapter because IT GOT DELETED BY ACCIDENT AND THE PREVIOUS ONE WAS MUCHMUCHMUCH BETTER THAN THIS ONE AND I'M REALLY DISAPPOINTED OF MYSELF I WANNA CRY. I'm totally frustrated. But i hope you'll still love this chap.
Oh yeah, iOMG and iLost My Mind did happen, but I don't think iDate Sam and Freddie happens in this story, but i don't think so. AND GUYYYYYSSSSSSS! HAVE YOU ALL SEEN THE PICS ON NICK . COM? OMG I DIED. REALLY. THE PIC OF THEM KISSIN AND SMILIN IS JUST BEAUTIFUL... AND THE SNEAK PEEK! THEY ARE JUST SO CUTE AND OMG I'M SPEECHLESS ICAN'T EVEN... OMG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH*brb fangirling*
Disclaimer: IF I DID OWN iCARLY iLOST MY MIND and iDATE SAM AND FREDDIE WOULD HAVE AIRED SINCE MONTHS AGO! Oh and happy birthday iCarly!
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Carly rubs the back on my neck, "Sam? Sam? You okay?"
I catch my breath and nod, "Yeah, yeah I'm fine."
"You almost choke on your drink to death!" she yells.
I know that, Carls. I know that.
She whispers, "Sam, he's here."
"I knew that!" I growl and grit my teeth, glaring at her. I put the glass on a table, grab my bag and stand up, "I need to go to the toilet."
"Wh—but—Sam!"
I run to the toilet and slam the door. I stare at the reflection of myself on the mirror.
Why am I running away?
Why do I keep running away?
It's been 5 years and all I ever do is run, avoid, and ignore. When will I ever change? When will I move on? Look at him now. 5 years. He may already have a girlfriend. Or a fiance. Or a wife. Or little brunette kids running around the livingroom of his house that has a lot of techy stuffs like in that Meet The Robinsons movie. I'm sure he's moved on. Why can't I just do the same? Act like we're friends, just like old times.
But I can't look at him...
It just hurts. Really, really hurts, how things have changed. Years ago, I would just beat him up everyday and call him names to mess up with him. And it was fun. But now, even looking at his face is hard to do.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes as the memories flooding in my head.
"Benson!"
He turned around, "Yeah, Puckett?"
I tried to smile. "Thanks."
"What for?"
"For... helping me escape from that mental institution. And for convincing me that I'm not insane. Well, at least... that I'm not the only one who's insane."
His sexiest smirk played on his face, "Anytime."
"And, Freddie?"
"Yeah?—wow you actually call my name," he chuckled at his last sentence.
"The answer is yes. I wanna be your girlfriend."
His eyes widened in shock, but then he grinned ear-to-ear and walked towards me, and kissed me. After that, he hugged me tightly and whispered in my ears.
"Thank you, my blonde-headed demon. I promise I will NEVER let you down. Ever."
I giggled—WAIT WHAT? I GIGGLED? Okay, I'm really getting out of my character—and punched his arm playfully, "But that doesn't mean I will stop making your life miserable all the time. Nothing's gonna change."
He laughed, "Figures. Yeah, nothing's gonna change, not for me and you. We'll stay like this. Forever." He grabbed my by the waist, "Promise me we'll never change? That we will always be 'the Sam and Freddie?"
I chuckled and nodded, and then slapped his cheek gently, "Stop being all sappy, Fredpus. Now," I pulled away, but then I held his hand, "let's grab a smoothie. You're payin'."
"Of course, Princess Puckett," we laughed.
I shake my head to get rid of those flashbacks. I need to move on. I need to apologize to him for whatever the heck I've done to him.
I take a deep breath and turn around. When I open the door, someone almost run into me.
"I'm so sor—Sam Puckett?" the redhead girl who just ran into my looks surprised.
I raise my eyebrows, I don't recognize this chick.
Reading my mind, she laughs, "Bianca Kingston, remember?"
"Oh, it's you," I say unenthusiastically. Of course, The Bianca Kingston, a witch who tried to steal my boyfriend. Yeah, ex. Whatever.
"Oh my God, it's nice to see you again!" yeah, not really. "How are you?" she asks, faking an I'm-so-excited-to-see-an-old-friend-like-you face.
"Fine, I guess," I shrug. She's starting to talk about herself and blah blah blah and she's standing right in front of me, making me unable to walk away. Chiz, I need to talk to Fredward right now. I cut her speech, "Look, girl. Why don'tcha just let me go and do your disgusting business in the toilet? You're gettin' in my way."
She steps aside and I leave without letting her speak.
I take a deep breath before walking to Carly and Freddie who are talking. "Mama can do this. Mama can do this. Mama can do this." I say my mantra over and over again, and then I fake a smile.
"Hi, Carly. Sorry for leaving. I just had a nature call," and then I look at Freddie, "Oh, and hi Fredward. S'been a long time, huh?" I smirk and try to greet him nonchalantly while actually I'm almost losing my breath. And then I say my mantra again. Mama can do this.
He looks up at me, nods, and smiles half-heartedly. And then he stands up. "Gotta go. See ya later," he mumbles and runs away.
"What the chiz? I was trying to be nice!" I grit my teeth and sit in front of Carly's seat.
"Hey. Glad that you're back," Carly says sarcastically. "Why?"
I frown, "Why what?"
"Why did you leave and just come back a minute later, going all 'hello Fredward' and acting like nothing ever happened between you guys?"
"What was I supposed to do, Carly? Yell at him with the words that are unsuitable for kids? Slap his face with your fancy purse? Throw a cup of hot coffee on his head? I was just trying to be nice!" I snap sarcastically.
"But Sam—"
"Just shut up. You don't even understand what I feel," I mutter and stand up, running to the front door.
Why did I even come here? Stupid reunion. I should have never come.
And of course, right before I reach the front door, someone runs into me. Again. This time, it's a dude.
We both fall into the floor. My butt hurts like chiz. I stand up and look at the dude who's still sitting on the floor, groaning, mumbling, and cursing.
Guess who's that dude? Correct. The Benson kid. I'll give you guys some cookies. Wait, no.
For the sake of meatballs, why? Why him of all people in this stupid building? There are like hundreds people who attend Ridgeway High reunion today, God! Is this a coincidence? Or is it just my good luck? Note: catch my sarcasm.
Swallowing my pride, I lean down and throw my hand, offering a help. He looks at my hand for a few seconds and then shakes his head and scoffs. Then he stands up by himself and walks away.
Frustrated, I shout. "Dude? What in the name of Canadian ham is so wrong with you, Benson?" I think I shouted too loud because everyone is now looking at me. Whatever. "I'm trying to be nice to you and all you do is throwing it all back at my face! What is wrong with you? The last time I remembered, you weren't as annoying as chiz!"
He stops and turns around, "Like you said, Princess Puckett," he scoffs at the nickname he gave me years ago, "things changed. I also did change. I'm not the same kid you can mess up his life with. And no, I'm not letting you mess up my life again." He glares at me. I can sense anger, hurt, and betrayal on his face. And he walks away.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I yell angrily, but he just ignores.
I glare at all people around me, "WHAT?"
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A/N: I'm sorry. Not my best chap. I'm frustrated. The original chap was much better and longer than this but the file is gone and I can't find it anywhere. I'm so sorry. And if there are some mistakes, I am sorry again!
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