To Geekquality, Arocksprpl2, DannySamLover20, The-Coalition-Of-Nerds: Thank you guys so much! I tried to keep this chapter a little more lighthearted and funny, since the last few chapters have been kinda serious. Your reviews make me smile :D - like that.
To MissB. Graceful: Your review made me laugh. I also think that there must be some supercool side to Madisen, because I just can't see why he would date her without that. Thank you for your kind words on my chapter, they were much appreciated! And as for iLove You, I don't think that they're breaking up, even though Dan and all them gave us mixed signals. I think that they used the 'Let's break up again at midnight' thing as away to break the tension, because they truly do love each other. Plus, remember that preview for the episode (hopefully coming up soon) where Sam and Freddie are in jail? It gives me hope that we will still have Seddie for at least the next few episodes.
To xXxStompingOnRosesxXx: Right though? Like, me and my best friend Sierra have the same kind of friendship going for us that I described Carly and Sam as having, where we can basically strip down to nothing around each other and be okay with it because we both know that we have the same body parts and we've just been best friends for so long. I've also seen my best guy friend completely naked. That scene where Sam and Gibby sneak up on Freddie? Actually happened to me, except it was me and my friend Kara and her boyfriend Alex and we snuck into Ryan's room to spray him with silly string but we didn't know he had just gotten out of the shower... o.O
To KiyokoMcCurdy: I KNOW that I'm slow on the Nathan Kress information. I'm so ashamed :( Thanks for the kindness about the chapter! It makes me happy.
To Celestial Rosie: Oh no, that sounds terrible! Tell my littlest fan (I just love saying that!) that I hope she's not in a lot of pain, and that she makes a speedy recovery. Oh, and that you for saying that my chapters rule :)
To MayRaah: First? Thank you for the review and the chapter love. Second, that is just so messed up. I don't like the fact that Nathan is with Madisen either, but I have a rule that I don't mock people's girlfriends/boyfriends to their faces, and more people should do that. Thirdly, although nothing would bring me greater joy, Nathan is never going to date Jennette, they are like brother and sister. So if Madisen is who makes Nathan happy, then people need to leave them alone and let them be happy.
The next day passed slowly. The only thing that made that day stand out from every other day was that Freddie avoided her like the plague. Sam was surprised at how thoroughly he was able to do so, because they had nearly every class together and sat beside each other in almost every one.
Sam tried several times to reach out to him, thinking that after their conversation last night that he would be more open to her.
But after the first few rebuffs she remembered what she had said, about that apology not being enough.
It was third period that she finally gave up and stopped trying to talk to Freddie. Sam became merely content to sit there next to him, a copy of his trademark smirk on her face and her thoughts filled with her plan for that night's iCarly. Even Carly didn't know what she was planning to do yet, and Carly usually found out everything Sam did or was planning on doing.
If Freddie was being honest with himself, he had forgiven Sam fully the night before. But he had also meant what he said, about the apology not being enough. He knew how much it hurt Sam's pride to admit her feelings and say she was wrong, but if he just accepted her back into his life then he had no guarantee that she wouldn't just do the same thing again the next time she got insecure.
School was over none too soon for the blonde and the male brunette, and they both went their separate ways without acknoledging the others' existence immediately after the final bell.
Freddie remembered what Puckett had said about having a plan just as soon as she had left his sight. He made an impulsive decision to follow her, even though he knew that he was risking possible death and dismemberment if he got caught by the blonde-headed demon. He whipped out his phone from his pocket and called the one person heknew would help him in tracking down Sam without being busted.
"Hey, Spence. Where are you at?"
"The school, with Carly. Apparently Principal Franklin needs to talk to me and Carly about something."
"So you drove here?"
"Well, I don't remember walking..."
"Did you bring your bike, or did you get a ride?"
"The bike, why?"
"See, here's the thing..." Freddie proceeded to explain his plan to Spencer, and why he needed to use Spencer's treasured motorcycle. Unbeknownst to Mrs. Benson, Carly and Sam, Spencer had been teaching Freddie how to ride his motorcycle, knowing that Mrs. Benson would never allow Freddie to buy a car. Freddie had actually been learning quite well, and Spencer was extremely proud of him for having the ability to learn such a complex thing to do so quickly. Spencer had even taken the sixteen-year-old down to the DMV to get his motorcycle license the week before.
Spencer agreed to give Freddie permission to use his motorcycle for Sam-tracking purposes, as long as Freddie got it back to him in one piece. Freddie ran to Principal Franklin's office to grab the keys from Spencer, and was soon tearing out of the parking lot on Spencer's Harley.
SInce he had lost valuable time getting the bike from Spencer, he had lost Sam's trail.
But if there was one thing that he knew above all else, it was that Sam's hunger was an insatiable beast and would need to be placated before any scheming on her part was to be done. So Freddie made his way over to the general vicinity of the Groovy Smoothie, making sure to park in the lot of the convenience store across the street so that there was no chance Sam could see him.
Not that it even mattered. If Sam saw him, she wouldn't ever believe that it was Freddie riding a motorcycle, one of the myriad things his mother had expressly forbidden.
Freddie was reminded once again that he had nothing to worry about, because Sam had no idea that Spencer had been instructing Freddie on how to drive the dangerous piece of machinery.
Freddie's guess was confirmed when he saw Sam walk into the Groovy Smoothie with an older man that he didn't recognize, a man that he assumed to be one of Sam's relatives because they both shared the same dirty blond curls and the inexplicable aura of someone who you knew could kick your ass in a heartbeat without putting their full effort into it.
Not daring enough to go inside, although he had every excuse to because the Grrovy Smoothie was the trio's traditional after school hangout spot (besides Carly's apartment), he sat on Spencer's bike across the street and waited for Sam to leave.
It was about half an hour before Sam and the mystery dude made their way out of the Grrovy Smoothie. Freddie, who had been inspecting more terrible pirate movies from the convenience store clerk, jumped into action. He walked quickly out of the store and onto Spencer's motorcycle, making sure to keep at least two cars between himself and the tiny red car Sam and the other man had climbed into. He followed them for twenty-five minutes to the outskirts of Seattle, almost losing them as they made an unexpected turn.
The chase was finally over as the car pulled over next to a house suspiciously close to the suburbs. Thankful that he was wearing Spencer's nondescript motorcycle jacket and sunglasses, he drove past the car and circled around to the next block, far enough away that they couldn't see him but close enough that he could see them. He watched with overwhelming curiosity as Sam and the man got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk to the pale yellow house, a house that was not flamboyant but also wasn't too drab. A rather short man with a balding head and glasses opened the door and smiled up at Sam.
Pleasantries were obviously shared between the three for a few minutes as they chatted idly. Freddie became even more befuddled when the short man reached behind the front door, grabbed a light jacket, and joined the two Pucketts back in the little red car.
Hopping back on the Harley, Freddie discreetly followed the trio back to Seattle and when it became obvious that they were headed back to Sam's house, he stopped his pursuit and took a shortcut that he knew would get him to Sam's place a good five minutes before them.
Freddie maneuvered the motorcycle into the driveway of a guy that he knew from the A/V Club that lived on the street directly behind Sam. He quickly explained the situation to the guy, whose name was Travis, who complimented him on being brave enough to tail a Puckett and for being so badass while doing it.
As Freddie crossed the street and made his way through Sam's back yard, he thought about what Travis had said about him being a badass. He felt like it at that moment, sneaking onto Sam's property and managing to follow her around without her even noticing.
I AM a badass, Freddie thought, the smirk that was so familiar to him creeping up on his face. Like a secret agent, like James Bond. Secret Agent Freddie.
Freddie quickly scaled the tree that he knew led to Sam's bedroom window, having weird flashbacks to when Sam and Carly made him sit through those terrible Twilight movies in his preparation for that bad vampire movie bit. How he was climbing up the tree with apparent ease, he felt like that Jacob dude.
Little did he know, as he was climbing up the tree, Sam and her two companions drove up the driveway, and Sam saw him come to a stop just level with her bedroom window, sitting on the branch that was her favorite because it completely extended from her bedroom window to the strong trunk of the maple tree. It was also totally hidden by the dense maple leaves, and if Sam had not seen Freddie climb up she would have not known he was there. That was his plan, she guessed.
And who was she to interrupt with the nub's plan, especially when it made the outcome of her own plan so much more enthralling?
Not wanting to let him in on the fact that she was on to him, Sam made sure he heard the car doors open and shut. She guided the taller man, her uncle Carmine, and the shorter man into her house, having them sit down in the unnaturally tidy living room and getting them iced tea before excusing herself to what she said was the bathroom.
In reality, Sam sneakily crept up the stairs and into her room, making sure that she made absolutely no noise opening and closing the door since she knew that she had left her window open that morning and any sound she would have made would have carried out to Freddie. Sam slid off her sqeaky sneakers that would have been a dead giveaway on her hardwood floor and tiptoed over to the windoe in just her socks.
Huh. Maybe I do have a future as an invisible ninja one day.
Sam peeked with one eye out of the corner of her drapes at Freddie, who was reclining casually against the tree with his eyes closed, quite blatantly enjoying the days' cool breeze that gently pushed his hair back across his forehead.
Knowing that if she went out there, he would know that she knew that he was there, Sam made the split-second decision that she didn't care if he knew anymore. Nubface just leaning against her tree, eyes all closed and lips slightly puckered like they did when he was sleeping, that was just way too much for Sam to resist. So she climbed onto the sturdy branch as quietly as she could, secretly hoping to scare the chiz out of Freddie in the meantime.
It worked.
As soon as the bench swayed slightly under Sam's added weight, Freddie's eyes snapped open.
"Busted." Sam smirked.
Freddie just opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, reminding Sam of a fish. She giggled and then slapped a hand over her mouth.
Sam Puckett never giggled.
EVER.
With the sole exceptions of intentional giggling on iCarly.
Now it was Freddie's turn to smirk, laughing gently at Sam's shocked expression and pulling her close to him. Not the easiest thing to do, as they were after all in a tree.
"Did you just giggle, Sam Puckett?"
"Uh, no. That was the wind."
"The wind isn't strong enough to do that, Sam. Not today."
"It was..."
"It was you, Sammie."
Sam slapped Freddie on the side of his head.
"Shut up, dork."
"You like it."
"No, I came out here to find out why you're in my tree, you creeper."
Their faces were less than an inch apart. "That's for me to know and you to find out, Sammie."
The distance between their lips closed. This was not a passionate, tension-releasing kiss or a kiss pf desperation. This kiss was sweet and gentle, simple.
Sam pulled away from Freddie and climbed back into her window, laughing at the disappointed expression on the boy's face. "Nuh uh, Benson. No Sam sugar for you. You are the one who told me that I had to make everything better and unless you've forgotten, I do have a plan. Now get home. How did you even get here, anyway?"
"That's for me to know and you to NEVER find out."
Now it was Sam who looked disappointed, as Freddie cooly maneuvered out of her tree and through her backyard.
Chapter 11! Again, sorry for the delay. School had been UBER crazy, and I just started filling out college applications, which just opened up another can of hate and stress on me.
Anyone that correctly guesses what Sam's plan is gets a super special part in the next chapter, which will be when Sam's plan is revealed.
Please review? It means the world to me.
-Amy