Everyone, my responses to your reviews will now be at the bottom because I feel like some people just want me to get on with the story already :)
I had not originally planned on writing this just yet because I have not worked out what will happen in my mind and I usually do, but for some odd reason my internet is down even though I have four out of five bars. So until my internet decides to be nice again and allow me to returnto this most excellent Harry/Hermione fic called Vox Corporis (I highly suggest going and reading it, it is truly wonderful. I no joke spent a little over three hours reading it on a school night last night, and I'm nowhere near close to being finished.), I will write to my heart's content.
"Me llamo Carly!" said the sassy brunette with a smile to the camera, starting off that night's show.
"And me llama Sam!"
"Uh, Sam?"
"Why yes, Carls?"
"You don't actually pronounce the double-l in 'llamo'..."
"It looks like it should be pronounced like that though."
"Yeah, but it's not."
"Then why does the Spanish language taunt me so?" Sam fell to her knees in fake agony, pulling at the hair that she cherished so much.
Freddie, Carly, Gibby and Brad all laughed at Sam and Carly's opening bit, and they proceeded with the show.
"Tonight on iCarly, we have a special treat for you guys," Brad said with a huge smile, looking like a little kid in a candy store and barely containing his excitement. "But first, for a little backstory."
Gibby stepped in. "You see, Sam and Freddie have stopped being so thickheaded and have finally realized that they like each other. So they were together for all of ONE DAY when Sam did something stupid-we won't go into many details, because that's truly their business, get over it-and they broke up before they ever really had a chance to get together. But Sam here realized that in order to get back with her maaaaaaaaaaaaan, she needed to do something drastic, something that would knock his socks off."
Gibby took a step back, and they all watched as Carly and Brad headed towards Freddie. Brad took the camera away from Freddie's confused hands and Carly led him towards a chair inthe middle of the studio. Sam crept up behind the sitting boy and placed one of Carly's pink fluffy sleep masks over his eyes, one of the ones that said 'Princess' in swirly purple writing. Everyone let out a laugh at Freddie's appearance, including Spencer who the gang had permitted to join them that night for the whole webisode, not just a bit.
"Freddie, I know you can't see me, but I want you to know that I really am sorry for everything I said the other day. I may have been feeling insecure but I'm not now, I know what I want. And to make up for the hel-" Sam started, but was loudly cut off by Carly before she accidentally swore on air, "-chiz I've put you through, I got up with my uncle Carmine, who has some connections. I know how much you love Galaxy Wars, so..."
And suddenly, everything clicked in Freddie's mind. The short man that Sam and her uncle had picked up, her uncle's various connections in show business. He leapt up from the chair and ripped off Carly's stupid sleep mask to see Nug-Nug standing before him, in full costume.
It took everything Freddie had not to scream like a fangirl, and do that silly jumping, hand-flapping dance that Carly and Sam did whenever they saw a really hot guy celebrity shirtless on television.
Instead, Freddie went for the slightly more manly approach. He walked across the room and shook Nug-Nug's hand, holding on a little longer than he probably should have, eyes wide with amazement. The small man laughed, and was more than willing to autograph a picture for Freddie and let the four boys in the room be photographed with him.
It was when Spencer, Brad and Gibby were bombarding Nug-Nug that Sam approached Freddie, who was in the process of switching over to the tripod cam so that way they could all be free of the burden of videotaping the show and just interview Nug-Nug.
Sam was patient enough to wait until Freddie got done setting up his techie stuff before bothering to say anything. Even then, she was too afraid that he would reject her to actually speak, so she laid her hand on his upper arm.
At her touch, Freddie's attention was immediately diverted from the iCarly technology schematics and Nug-Nug to Sam, who he had not noticed was standing directly beside him.
He saw the fiery blonde open her mouth to speak, but then close again, and he wondered what she could possibly want to say that she hadn't already expressed to him through her amazing gift.
Not wanting to have this conversation in front of the others, especially during a live iCarly broadcast, Freddie pulled Sam out of the studio. Carly noticed, but made no move to prevent her two friends from leaving; this was something that needed to happen. Plus, she had no idea what would actually go down and she wasn't sure she wanted to be there when it did, if it got graphic.
Freddie silently thanked whatever deity resided above them all for nobody following them out to the hallway. Still holding his deathgrip on Sam's wrist, he took her down the hall and just around the corner where anyone that poked their head out of the studio could not see them.
He knew that Sam wanted to talk more, to apologize for the things she had said in greater detail. Freddie knew she was truly sorry. He wanted to talk too, to get everything out in the open and make sure everything was rock solid between the two of them before embarking on what would wind up being a long, treacherous journey called a relationship with Samantha Puckett.
But first...
Freddie gently but also assertively pressed Sam up against the wall, and brought his determined face very close to her shocked one. He let them stay that way for a second, relishing the anticipation. Just when he was about to crack, Sam hungrily leaned in and claimed his mouth with her own.
They stayed that way for several minutes, mouths colliding passionately but calmly enough that both of them understood the words that were passing silently between them.
Sam and Freddie were pressed against the wall as tightly as they could be without inflicting pain on one another. His neck aching slightly from leaning down for so long, Freddie raised Sam up against the wall so that they were at eye level with each other, never breaking the kiss.
Sam's legs managed to wrap themselves around Freddie's lower abdomen without conscious effort on her part; not in a sexual, let's-get-it-on way but a more simple, I-want-to-be-closer kind of way.
The kiss broke off simlutaneously on both ends, the blonde and the brunette gasping for air.
"I love you, dork," Sam said breathlessly, pushing the hair off of Freddie's forehead that had fallen out of its' usually carefully gelled style.
"I love you too, demon," said Freddie, somewhat more composed than Sam even though the way her legs were wrapped around him made it a little difficult for him to focus on much else. What? He WAS a teenage boy, after all.
And with that, their lips met once more.
oOo
Carly knew what they were up to as soon as the couple left the , none of the others had realized their absense or else Sam and Freddie would never get the alone time that they so desperately needed.
While the boys still interrogated Nug-Nug, Carly stealthily snuck out of the studio to check on her two best friends, to intervene if something went wrong.
She let out a sigh of relief that she did not realize she'd been holding when noboy realized her leaving. Maybe she picked up some of Sam's invisible ninja skills after the many years of friendship between them.
Carly took one step, and then cringed. As quiet as she'd been leaving the iCarly studio, she'd forgotten that she was wearing a pair of boots that thudded quite obviously whenever she took a step.
As quietly as the girl could muster, she slid her sock feet out of the boots and padded down the hallway, careful to press herself up against the wall and walk slowly, lest be detected by Sam and Freddie.
Once Carly made her way to the end of the hallway, she peeked her eyes marginally around the corner, and the sight that greeted her caused her lips to break out into a wide grin.
Her two best friends in the world were pressed up against the hallway wall, kissing. Sam had elevated herself to Freddie's level, and a quick rake downward of Carly's eyes showed that Sam had her legs wrapped very tightly around Freddie's waist.
Okay, that's something I never needed to see.
But regardless of whose limbs were where, Carly was ecstatic. It was about time those two got over everything holding them back and just decided to be happy.
As for Carly's own happiness...well, if Gibby ever decided to open his eyes and see her for what she was, maybe Carly could have her own love and not just live vicariously through the tech nerd and the blonde-headed demon that she called Freddie and Sam.
Seddie.
To person who did not sign, just left the word 'person': Thank you for calling my story an epic win, it made me laugh.
To Geekquality: I sure as HELL hope so because I want to give Dan Schneider and the other writers dead leg for doing that to us. And thank you so much for being the first person to explain to me what a beta is.
To LyshaLuvsSeddie: You were the second to tell me what a beta is, but you went into more detail and told me more stuff, so thank you for that too. And I promise I will write again...weird as it sounds, responding to all of your reviews put me in the mood to write again. So I did, and here it is :)
To Readuntilyoudie: Thanks. Really, I mean it. Even simple reviews get me motivated to write.
To ccQTccQT: I know, I know, I'm sorry. Like I said, I hope that that will be the only A/N chapter I ever have, because I hate deceiving people like that. Someone did that to me and I felt like punching something in the face...hard...with a hammer.
To PureBlood Alchemyst: Someone feels my lack-of-Seddie pain? YES.
To Arocksprpl2: I think that is the longest review you've ever given me, and it made my heart happy. I too took to creeping around Youtube for Seddieness, but all I found was pictures of Jennette and Nathan set to various songs and I was just like, ugh, not what I'm looking for.
So, nobody wants to be my beta? Okay. But I however DO need somebody to do a very special job: yell at me to write. Don't blame me, blame it on my busy school schedule and when I do have spare time and I'm not watching House, Glee, How I Met Your Mother, 2 Broke Girls, New Girl, Tosh.O or iCarly, I'm on here reading mass amounts of fanfiction. My newest obsession: Harry/Hermione, which I had never fully considered before but the aforementioned Vox Corporis converted me. But seriously, if someone wants to be assigned the very important duty of yelling at me to write if it's been more than 3 days and I haven't uploaded, either tell me in a review or PM me. Either is fine.
Come to the dark side. We have milk, and cookies! The milk is sour and the cookies are stale, but you get this cool black cape! What has the light side ever given you? NOTHING! But to get to the dark side, you need to review.
-Amy