"Wait, where did Sam go?" Freddie turns around to see that Sam is no longer beside him.
Freddie groans as he glances at his watch. "We only have a few minutes before Super Eagle closes, and we have to get that prop for iCarly."
"I'll go get the prop, you go find Sam, all right?" Brad offers. Freddie nods.
"Meet you back here in a few minutes."
After checking around the concessions, Freddie finds Sam slowly walking through the lobby, her face buried in a giant vat of popcorn.
"Sam, what are you doing?" he asks. She looks up at him.
"That kid threw out his popcorn! You don't throw out good popcorn!" she gives as an answer. Freddie rolls his eyes and falls in step beside her.
"You took a stranger's food out of a trashcan," he mutters in disbelief. He rolls his eyes as she smiles obliviously.
"Brad should be back in a minute," he says when they reach the parking lot. He stands quietly while she chomps away loudly on her popcorn. When she's done, she drops the bag on the sidewalk and starts to walk away.
Freddie picks up the bag and throws it away for her. When he turns back to face the parking lot, Sam is slowly wading her way through the empty parking spots. Once she reaches an arbitrary point, she suddenly stops walking and spontaneously starts crazy-dancing.
"Sam?" Freddie calls in confusion, but she ignores him. He yells her name again before walking out towards her. He stops near her and watches her erratic movements to the music that's blasting from some supermarket in the distance. Almost the entire parking lot is empty, except for the newly formed puddles. The streetlight above her casts light into the water on the ground, causing a glow all around her.
As she turns toward him, her movements suddenly slow until she's almost unmoving. There's a moment where she gives him a look that almost seems like it's asking him to join her. But before he can even think about it, she's back to her unpredictable spins and jerks and not looking at him. She doesn't meet his eye again until Brad returns.
. . . .
My hands shake, I'm not usually this way
but you pull me in and I'm a little more brave
it's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something;
it's fearless.
Sam sits on the stairs of the courtyard at the lock-in, expecting Carly to come out at any moment to confront her about her feelings again. The door snaps open and out walks Freddie instead. On the cold night with the moon shining down on Freddie, Sam's mind flashes back to that January night on the balcony, where she sat in the hall for an hour working up the guts to talk to him.
She sat there on the balcony, the taste of too many meatballs flooding her mouth, looking at Freddie's vulnerable eyes and she knew: if there was ever a time to kiss him, it would be now.
Sam was always the fearless one, the one who led things and always knew what was going on. When her hands started shaking and her heart started racing, she didn't know what to do. She wasn't going to be the one to start anything this time, so she looked up at him with those wide blue eyes.
"Well, lean."
And that was as fearless as she was going to get.
. . . .
She'd been teasing and beating Freddie endlessly for as long as anyone could remember, and now she was going to the movies with him and helping him with his homework. She even gave him her first kiss, but he was still completely oblivious. It was obvious that she would have to give him a much bigger hint if she ever wanted him to understand.
So, with Freddie spouting out all those nerdy cliches about love and letting him know, the old Sam took over. The Sam who beat up middle school kids in the hall for looking at her funny, and back-talked teachers like it was her job. The Sam who was fearless.
She kissed him suddenly, like her life depended on it.
When she was done, though, she ran away before he could react. Not because she was scared or anything, she just didn't want to know what his reaction would be.
. . . .
He stands in the mental institution, smiling, an air of confidence surrounding him.
And there it is, like a smack in the face.
No matter what he says, he hasn't thought about this for months, wondering how and when and is this going to work? He didn't plan out the borderline romantic conversation, the subtle actions, the things to say without ever really saying anything. This isn't the moment he's been waiting for; this is a moment he never imagined happening. He didn't plan for this moment, he's just winging it, just leaning.
He kisses her on i-freaking-Carly, where the whole internet can see his lips meet hers; they can see that her eyes are wide and she's shaking and sweating and well,
he's not.
He's fearless.
I'm sorry it took me so long to upload this! I had a lot of tests and essays and I was really busy for a while, but mostly I was just lazy and had a bit of writer's block. I'm really trying to get better about not taking forever...
Thanks a lot to Random Storygirl, xXxStompingOnRosesxXx, sincerely-sweet, LotsofLove234, and PhantomofthePirateJediNinjas for the lovely reviews! I really appreciate them!