Hola, my wonderful Seddie soldiers! Author here, and I must say that I am looking forward to Saturday and the all new season of iCarly. I mostly want to find out what Freddie did to wind up in jail with Sam...plus, there's hints of Cibby! :)
To Keirah, xXxStompingOnRosesxXx, DannySamLover20 and Celestial Rosie: Thank you, I shall continue to update regularly, unless something terrible happens to my laptop (knock on wood). My goal is every day or every other day, maybe more if I'm super bored on a weekend and have nothing else to do.
To LyshaLuvsSeddie: I love the threats too, although as time goes on it's going to become increasingly difficult to find iCarly-related threats :) And I think that that's going to be it for the accidental collisions...
Scroll down for chapter 3, and more Seddie goodness!
Sam was at Carly's, per usual for a Saturday night. Spencer had allowed her to hook up his Xbox 360 in the living room, and now she was playing LEGO Harry Potter to her heart's content.
"Damn it! Where the chiz can I find a character with Dark Magic? Stupid game..." Sam angrily threw the controller at the opposite wall, where it broke.
"SAM! That was my favorite controller!"
"Sorry, Spence." And she was. She loved Spencer like a brother, and didn't like when she made him mad. But with her temper, sometimes it was unaviodable.
Sam went into the kitchen and got out her Tupperware container of ham, offering some to Spencer as a peace offering.
"Sam is giving someone a piece of her ham? Call the president, because the apocalypse is coming!" Sam hadn't noticed Freddie come down the stairs from filming some random iCarly bit with Carly until he got all snarky about her ham.
No one was allowed to tease Sam about ham.
EVER.
She automatically went to go throw a punch at Freddie, but she had underestimated exactly how strong he had gotten lately. He easily caught her fist in his hand and pinned it against her back, laughing at her futile struggles to escape. Freddie maneuvered them both so that Sam was lying facedown on the floor, arms restrained by Freddie while he sat on her lower back.
"When did you get so strong, Fredbag?"
Freddie laughed. "Same time the voice got deeper. I'm not your personal punching bag anymore, Samantha. Like it or not, you have to accept that I'm not someone you can beat up whenever you want to."
"NEVER CALL ME SAMANTHA. Not unless you have a death wish, anyway."
All Freddie did was laugh again, which infuriated Sam. "Haven't we just proven that you can't beat me? And I like calling you Samantha. It's a pretty name. Would you rather I called you Sammie?"
Sam didn't have to look up to know that he was smirking, that sexy little smirk that made her knees weak and her heart skip a beat. She was especially glad that she wasn't able to see it, otherwise it would have made all of her anger dissipate and right now she wanted to be angry at him.
"No, Fredward. I would not like it better if you called me Sammie. My name is SAM."
"Well, those are your choices. I can either call you Samantha or Sammie. There's also a one-time offer on the table, where if you choose, I will call you Princess Puckett exclusively for the rest of your life."
Why did he have to do this to her? She hated all of those options.
"Sam, I'd go with letting him call you Sammie. It's the least embarrassing, and it's not like there aren't people that call you that anyways." Carly said, joining Spencer by the counter as they watched the ongoing interaction between Sam and Freddie.
", nub. Sammie it is." Sam felt Freddie's weight leave her back, but the pressure on her arms never rescinded. "Now will you please stop restraining me?"
"Maybe...but you have to ask nicely. Like you mean it."
The dork was just determined to torture her, wasn't he? It was bad enough that he was forcibly restraining her, now she had to be nice too? Wasn't this just the cherry on top of a wonderful day.
Shut up, Sam, you know you like it. He's not a weak little dork anymore, and that gets you going in ways that you never even thought possible. Accept it, because it doesn't seem like he's going to relent any time soon. And it's not like he can suddenly lose muscle mass or become less hot.
Sam struggled hard to fight against the voice inside her head that she knew was right. She just didn't want to accept that she had feelings for the nub, because everyone knew that Carly was the one he loved.
"Freddie, could you please let my arms go? I won't hit you, I promise." Sam said in the calmest, nicest voice she could muster under the present circumstances. Freddie immediately let go of his hold on her wrists, and Sam jumped to her feet.
Bad move, Puckett. Freddie had stood the same moment that Sam did, and they were so close that their chests were touching.
Oh, my God. Are they going to kiss? They look like they're going to kiss. Maybe I won't have to get involved after all. Carly thought. Her and Spencer were still watching the two with increasing interest, Carly clutching her brothers' forearm with a deathgrip that would give Sam a run for her money. Normally Spencer would have complained about the pain that Carly's fingers were surely giving him, but he was too engrossed in the Sam-Freddie interaction. He wanted them to get together just as much as Carly did.
Freddie moved impossibly closer to Sam, once again noting her pure beauty. Sure, Carly was beautiful, but Carly's beauty came from constant primping: neverending lip gloss and tweezing and styling. Sam had a natural thing going, where even on days when all she did was trudge around Carly's apartment in a tank top and shorts, she still looked unbelievably pretty. Her blond curls were a messy halo around her face, and her eyes seemed to sparkle.
"Having fun, Princess Puckett?" Freddie whispered, noting that Sam was quite obviously checking him out this time.
Sam immediately retreated, glowering at Freddie. "Nope, nuh uh, you can't do that. We agreed that you could call me Sammie, not Princess Puckett."
"Yes, but you didn't say that Sammie was the only thing I could call you. So technically, I'm not breaking the rules."
Chiz. He's right. Bested again by the nub.
So...I apologize for this chapter taking so long to be uploaded, but it really has been crazy. I've had homework out the wazoo, the carpet in our house had to be replaced, and I got sick. Plus, I had initially wrote a different chapter, but I decided that it was a little too intense for being this early on in Sam and Freddie's relationship. I will upload it later, because it's actually a pretty good idea.
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