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Another one-shot! This one is about the amazing Gibby Gibson! Well it's actually about Sam and Freddie but it's told from Gibby's POV. I thought I would add him in. This story is kind of random. I got bored one day and just started typing. OOC - depends on how you look at it. ENJOI!
19.)The Truth: Gibby's POV
"You know they say then when a girl constantly rips on a guy, it really just means she has a crush on him." Hmm so true, I suppose. It depends on whose point of view you really looked at it. In my case no…in others, however, yes.
Sam Puckett. A name that if merely mumbled would make a kid's eyes widen in fear and run in terror. The familiar blonde bully who otherwise terrorized a good portion of the school. Someone who couldn't be trusted, understood or taken lightly. When it came to Sam, things could get messy.
I usually kept a good lookout for Sam, during school hours. I would creep around corners, avoiding her at all costs. I mostly succeeded, but some days I would get caught. I wouldn't know what hit me until I would feel hands wrap around the back of my underwear, putting up at the waistband. Then I would hear that dreaded laugh. The one that rang in my ear, giving me chills.
She loved other peoples pain. She fed off of it. The loved watching my face crumple up in pain as I sunk to the linoleum ground. Her devilish smile would widen when I try to get up and inch to the bathroom to fix my "situation". I would usually receive a wedgie at least once a week. If it wasn't from her, it was a Texas wedgie from the football team.
Sam had a certain list of people she tended to pick on most. It was like some imaginary list that she kept of people who, in her words, deserved a beating or two. I was unfortunately on that list. Near the top as a matter of fact. I could easily find my place on this so called "list".
I was right underneath Freddie Benson, who no doubt was probably number one on her list. Why him? Well I know exactly why. See the thing is Sam usually picks on a certain stereotype of people. Usually nerds, dorks, AV members, geeks, unsocial people and so on. Unfortunately for Freddie (and me) he fell into all those categories--according to Sam anyway.
This was not the case though. She didn't only pick on him because he was a dork, nerd, AV member and so on. There was more to it. I saw it too. Even as much as I avoided Sam, I was still considered the iCarly gang's friend and spent a lot of time with them. I knew a lot about them and paid quite a lot attention to them. Probably more then they will ever know. Especially Sam and Freddie. I found myself interesting in their relationship--if they even had one really.
Sam picked on me because she loved it. Like I said earlier she fed off of it. She loved the way I beg and plead for her to stop when she lifts me up by the back of my boxers. She smiled when she saw my pained face. So in other words I received more of Sam's physical abuse.
Don't get me wrong, Freddie had received his fair share of physical pain but also his verbal abuse. She loved to argue with the boy. Not that he didn't either. It was like a game they played. They just went back and forth, entering their own world where they loathe each other. The rude remarks would fly back and forth between them until Carly would stop them or until Sam would win. Freddie very rarely ever won an argument.
Sometimes he wouldn't even fight. He has this habit where he just raises an eyebrow and rolls his eyes. He ignores her smaller remarks that way. I noticed that Sam started pretty much every fight between them. It was like she depended on the fights to communicate with the kid. The only way to get his attention.
Which is exactly what it was.
Yeah you heard me right. I figured it out. I know why Sam was so mean to Freddie. It traced all the way back to the old school days. You know the times when they say a girl who picks on a guy usually has a crush on him. You wouldn't know it between Freddie and Sam but once you got to know them and watched them, you caught it at most times. At first sight you would just assume that the battling duo just simply couldn't stand each other. That's not the case though.
Sam picked on Freddie to get his attention. She picked on him to get him to talk to her. In simpler terms, that was her way of flirting and conversing. Let's be serious here, Sam isn't one to show her feeling…normally. This is her way of doing it. Too bad Freddie doesn't see it as that. He just sees it at more of a hassle.
Freddie wouldn't see true love if it came up to him and slapped him across the face with a slice of ham. Yes, Freddie was a good friend of mine but he was as blind about as much as Sam was in denial. They were both about as clueless to the situation as Carly was, who didn't seem to notice any of the conflicting emotions. I knew it though. I may be a Gibby, but not much got past me. I was quite an observant person, if I do say so myself.
Sam, on the other hand, was fighting a small battle. The small battle were the small group of fan girls who liked Freddie. Yes we have some at our school. Him being a local internet celebrity, he had some fans. Sam usually got his attention over theirs, when one would show up and try to flirt with Freddie. I would see the way Sam would secretly glare at one and they would back away. Then she would attack Freddie with some obnoxious comment. He would most likely roll his eyes and just smile, walking away with her. Of course she'd won that battle.
She was losing a war though. A war called Carly Shay. Her own best friend--harsh. It was no secret that Freddie had had a crush on Carly at one time. Now it was sort of a mystery to all of us, including Freddie myself. Did he even like her anymore? Had her grown out of the crush?
No matter how many times Sam would attempt to get Freddie to notice her over Carly, it never seemed to work. Sometimes it did. It only worked at times when they would get in that world of theirs where they go over their usual banter, ignoring Carly and the rest of the world. No matter what though, when they fought, Carly always split it up, Freddie always turned to Carly for help and Freddie always had his attention on Carly. So in simpler terms: Sam liked Freddie who liked Carly who was unaware of everything that was going on around her.
Poor Sam. Freddie would never know how she felt. Poor Freddie. He had no clue of the swirling emotions around them, just brewing up and waiting to explode. It was bound to happen. They were like a clueless, ticking time bomb just waiting to go off. Then one day something would happen then--BOOM!
I was there for that BOOM. I remember it so clearly. I mean how could I forget. It was something I thought I would never see in my lifetime ever. When it happened I almost felt like I had missed something that had happened between the two bickering teens. At the same time though, I felt like I had already knew it was going to happen.
We'd been in the iCarly studio. It was right after the show had happened and we were all celebrating over a good show we had had. I, of course, guest starred in one of their short plays with Sam and Carly. Carly and I had simply been talking when we suddenly heard the two going at it again.
Fierce comments and rude remarks were tossed back and forth between the brunette boy and blonde girl. I just watched them, amazed. For some reason the atmosphere had suddenly changed though. It wasn't the usual annoying scene that played out in front of me. It felt tense and something else I couldn't place. I stood amused as the two got in each other's face, only about a foot apart from each other.
You're a nub.
You're a she-devil
You're a nerd.
You're abrasive.
You're annoying.
You're a criminal
No one will ever love you
You have no heart
Closer and closer they got to each other, yelling out names in each others faces, their comebacks getting slower and they ran out of ideas. Soon they were only inches from each other, and I could see the look in their eyes as they realized they were so close. They let out one last remark.
You're a dork.
You're a blonde headed demon
Then they leaned. Their lips met each others and my jaw dropped at their sudden embrace. Where had that come from? I could only stare and they continue to keep their lips lock and they moved their hands up. Sam put her arms around Freddie's neck and Freddie settled his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. I looked over to take a glance at Carly. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide as she watched her two friends make out in front of her.
Poor Carly. She had no clue of the bubbling emotions between the two frenemies. I let a small smile pass my expression. I was right. For once me, Gibby Gibson, was right. It was a rare thing, but it felt good. I saw this whole thing coming. I should be a psychic. I should take that up as a future career.
"You know they say then when a girl constantly rips on a guy, it really just means she has a crush on him." Yes this was true, in some cases. My case--no. In Freddie and Sam's case--yes. Isn't love so amazing?
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