iMade a Mistake Chapter 2: The Talk, an icarly fanfic

A/N: Well here you go. I hope you enjoy. Please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.

Chapter 2

The Talk

Carly POV:

What had happened last night? That question continued to pop up in my head. Freddie seemed fine when he left to go get Sam so that we could leave, but there was something wrong when he returned. Plus the fact that he was bleeding, I knew there was something up. His face seemed very sad, his whole mood seemed sour, and the way he was looking at Sam spoke volumes. Though he didn't show it out right, he kept giving Sam glances of disappointment. I mean I know she was drunk and everything, but this was a different kind of discontent. It was as if she did something truly unforgiving. Ugh, I just don't understand. And when I asked, Freddie just said he would tell me later. I know he will when he's ready, but I could feel something horrible coming.

The reality was I hadn't gotten much sleep. I kept waking up to make sure Sam was okay, and that she didn't turn over onto her back during the night. I finally decided to get up and get dressed at around eight that morning. I went down the stairs to see Spencer finishing his breakfast.

"Morning, Spencer," I said as I entered the kitchen to get my own breakfast.

"Hey, kiddo. How was the party?"

"Oh, you know. There was music, food, and dancing. The usual."

"Yeah, I know," Spencer said sarcastically. "Listen I'm heading out. I'll be gone for most the day."

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I have some meetings with a few galleries. Then I have to go shopping for Socko's grandmother. And finally, I have a date."

"Good luck on the galleries. Why are you shopping for his grandmother? And with whom do you have a date with?"

"Thank you. I owe her a favor. And none of your business." Spencer ran into his room to change clothes and to avoid any more questioning from me. Typical.

Once Spencer left, I went upstairs to check on Sam. She hadn't moved at all. I decided to play a few rounds of Violin Hero up in the studio. At around eleven, Freddie texted me to tell me he was on his way over. I took the stairs so that I could see if Sam was up yet. She wasn't. I continued to my living room to see that Freddie had already beaten me to it.

"Hey, Freddie."

"Hey, Carly," he sighed.

Unless sighing greetings was his new thing, I'd say that that boy was even more depressed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He opened his mouth to say something only to close it and just shake his head. "Is Sam up yet?" he asked instead.

"No, she's still asleep."

"Oh, okay."

"So Freddie, what happened last night?" I asked curiosity getting the better of me.

"What do you mean?" Great, he was trying to play dumb.

"You know what I mean. What happened when you went to go get Sam?"

He sighed again. "Carly, that's something that I need to talk about with Sam first. Okay?"

"Fine." I still hated not knowing but I could see why his girlfriend would come before his best friend.

"Listen I'm going to leave. When Sam gets up tell her I need to talk to her, okay?"

"Alright."

And with that, Freddie walked out the door.

Sam POV:

I moaned as I tried to get up and out of bed. I had a slight headache. What did I do last night? Oh yeah there was that awesome party. I must have drunk a lot. I looked around to see where I was. I realized that I was in Carly's bedroom. I slowly made my way downstairs. I saw Carly watching TV.

"Hey, Carls," I said when I reached the couch.

"Oh, hey Sam. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I think I slept off most of my hangover, if that's possible. Hey, where'd you put my clothes?"

"Uh, I put them in the bathroom for you."

"Great. Now I go change." I made my way upstairs and into Carly's bathroom. I quickly took a shower and got dressed. My stomach was beginning to growl. I needed food and I needed it immediately. As soon as I was finished with brushing my teeth, I practically ran to the kitchen.

"So Sam," Carly said as I was scoping out her fridge. "How did you like that party last night?"

I finally found some ham. "It was fine. Why? It was just like all the other parties we've been to this year."

"Well, it's just that…" Carly trailed off. Now I knew something was up. If she couldn't put something into words, whatever she wanted to say had to be hard to say. I wondered if it was bad news. Or maybe, it was just something confusing.

"Come on, Carly. Just spit it out." I was tired of the suspense.

"Okay. Last night when it was time for us to go, Freddie had to go get you. He said you were in the bathroom. When guys finally came, he was carrying you. And one of his hands was bleeding. When I asked him what happened he said he would tell me later. But this morning when he came by he said that he should talk to you about it before he told me. Which I totally understand, but he has been acting really strange-"

I cut her off. She was starting to talk really fast. "Carly calm down." She took a deep breath. "That's good. Breathe. Now tell me slowly how Freddie's been acting strange."

"Last night, he took care of you like he normally would. He made sure you were okay and didn't vomit before he left. He carried you like you were a princess. He was being the good boyfriend we all know."

"Carly, get to the point."

"Right. Well he kept giving you these looks. It was like he was disappointed. Then this morning he was really depressed."

"I see." Now I was worried. Freddie would give me the 'disappointed looks' all the time. And I'll admit, sometimes I deserve it. But for Freddie to be depressed, that never happened. Sad? Sometimes. But I know the difference. I knew Carly was right. He had to be acting strange. What had happened?

"Freddie told me to tell you to go talk to him when you got up. I think you should go check up on him. Maybe he just needs to talk to his girlfriend. I'm sure once you guys finish he'll be back to normal." Carly gave me a small encouraging smile.

"Okay, well here I go." I walked to Freddie's apartment. Just as I was about to knock, a thought crossed my mind.

If Freddie is as bad as Carly says then he's probably out on the fire escape.

I turned and made my way down the hall. As I got closer I heard music. Yep, he was out there.

I still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me.
I still feel your touch in my dreams.
Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why
Without you it's hard to survive.

I recognized the song as I got closer.

'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.
And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.
Need you by my side.
'Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static.
And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.
Can't you hear my heart beat so...
I can't let you go.
Want you in my life.

I reached the fire escape. I was able to look over Freddie's shoulder to see him watching the music video. I decided to sing along with the music to make my presence known if it wasn't already. Singing is something I only did in front of my boyfriend. It always made him feel better. Hopefully, it would work this time, too.

Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky.
They wipe away tears that I cry.
The good and the bad times, we've been through them all.
You make me rise when I fall.

'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.
And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.
Need you by my side.

When the song ended, Freddie still didn't acknowledge my presence. Since he was being so quiet I decided I would break the ice.

"I remember when we first watched that video together."

Normal POV:

-Flashback-

Freddie walked into the Shay apartment. He saw his girlfriend of two weeks sitting at the computer. Freddie looked around for Carly or Spencer, but he didn't see them. Freddie approached Sam, kissed her on the cheek, and sat down next to her.

"Freddork, we're dating now. You got to do better than that."

Freddie smiled and kissed Sam on her lips.

"That's better."

"So what is my girlfriend doing?"

"Checking out this Cascada video."

"I didn't know you liked her stuff."

"It's okay, but this video reminds me of us."

"That's touching."

Sam punched her boyfriend in the arm.

"Sorry, sorry. Just play the video."

Sam hit play. When it started, so did she. Freddie was so surprised that Sam could sing. It was the first time. When Sam finished, all she do was smile. The brunette kissed her passionately in return.

-end flashback-

"So, Freddork, Carly said you wanted to talk to me," Sam said.

Freddie cleared his throat. He finally looked up at Sam. His face was blank. "Yeah. Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Well, we went to a party and then came home. Why?"

He didn't answer her question. "Do you recall what happened at the party?"

Sam scrunched her eyebrows together in concentration. "Um, we danced. I drank a little. Then I went to the bathroom. When I was heading back to you, someone handed me another drink. After that, no." Sam was worried. Why couldn't she remember? What was in that drink. "What happened, Freddie?"

"I found you making out with Jonah."

"Carly said you had been bleeding."

"It was his blood. I punched him in the nose." Freddie took a breath. "Sam, I think we need to take a break from our relationship."

"What? Why? Freddie, I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing."

"Yeah, but when you saw it was me who had punched Jonah, you recognized me. You knew that person you were kissing wasn't me. Sam, if I hadn't stopped you, you would have had sex with him. Sam, technically, that's rape. He would have raped you."

Sam was speechless. Freddie continued.

"I just want to take a break and think things through. It's not official. You can still ride with me to school and everything. I just want to have some space, okay?"

"When will you tell me your decision," Sam whispered.

Freddie sighed. "How about after the next iCarly?"

Sam didn't answer. Freddie got up and walked back to his apartment. Sam let a tear drop as he made his retreat.