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Previously on Something Weird:

I looked everywhere for Sam. I couldn't find her. Eventually, I gave up and made my way back to my apartment. I had texted and called her like fifty times and I starting to really worry about her. Why wouldn't she return my calls? I didn't do anything to hurt her, did I? No, I don't think I did. She just looked so torn. It was a horrible sight, and I never wanted to see it again.

Sighing, I let myself in using my spare key, since I just ran out without mine when I went to look for Sam, and went straight to my room to think. I still had to find her. But I didn't know where else to look.

I stopped in my tracks when I looked up and saw a blond-headed figure sitting cross-legged on my bed staring straight at me.

I obviously didn't look everywhere.

Chapter 5:

Yep, the day just got weirder…

Sam's POV

I decided something very recently. Well, it wasn't really a decision, more of a realization: I'm not keeping this to myself. Something weird is going on. But I kinda like it, you know? I mean, after Spencer and I had that little talk I started thinking about the better side of having these powers and what I could do if I didn't focus on the negatives.

But I definitely had to tell someone. Not Spencer, he's the most amazing person ever, but I think he'd freak the freak out (A/N: HELL YEAH! Any guesses anyone? Review!) if I told him. His child-like mind wouldn't be able to take it. And Carly… Well, I'm pretty sure she'd pass out or scream her head off until she fell asleep. Or both.

That left me with Fredward. I had some explaining to do anyway, he'd called me like fifty times but I just couldn't face him just yet.

So now, I'm sitting cross-legged on his galaxy wars bedspread (nub) waiting for him to give up and come home. It took longer than I expected. But, that's how he found me when he walked in and froze at the sight of me on his bed.

I didn't say anything, just stared into his eyes and waited for his gigantic nerd-brain to wake up. But then again, I'm Sam Puckett and I wait for no-one.

"Hey." I said awkwardly. Nice: Perfect ice-breaker right there.

It was weird seeing his expressions shift from surprise to confusion, to relief and then to the one I was primarily expecting, curiosity.

"Hi." He started, "Where have you been for the past four hours? I was worried sick!" Freddie's voice got louder as his little rant went on, which was highly amusing if you ask me.

"Woah! Slow down there, giggles. I'm right here, no need to shout" Haha. I called him giggles. "And I know, I got your fifty texts"

His brow furrowed as he sat down beside me on his bed.

"Why didn't you answer me? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? 'Cause if I did then I'm sorry Sam I-"

"Quit your yappin' Fredly, you didn't do anything at all." This was the awkward part. "It's me. That's what's wrong." I ended with a sigh as I saw his face set even deeper into his confusion.

"I'm confused." No duhh! "What's wrong? What happened?" Always with the freakin' questions!

"Well, you know earlier, when your laptop crushed your hand?" I glanced down at my hands, not knowing what to do with myself. Feeling his intense gaze burning a hole in the side of my head, I took a deep breath and carried on.

"It was me. I did it. Only, I didn't mean to actually hurt you or draw blood or anything."

"I figured as much," was his light-hearted response. Wait, WHAT?

"Wait, WHAT?" I exclaimed. Freddie rolled his eyes and smirked at me.

"Well, usually, when something bad or remotely weird happens to me, it's usually the result of one of your many cunning plans or outrageous pranks. So I think I'm kinda use to it by now." Oh thank god, I thought he had found out. Hold up, wouldn't that make this a lot easier? Aw, fatcakes, I still got to explain to the idiot. It came out in a blur of words.

"No, Freddie, I didn't rig your computer screen. This is going to sound really weird and I don't think you're going to believe me but I'm asking you to trust me. Do you trust me Freddie?" I set my eyes on his and locked him in my gaze, with us sitting cross-legged on his bed facing each other in some sort of silent zone that no one could penetrate. He gulped and nodded, unable to speak. Probably 'cause I actually called him Freddie, so he knows I'm dead serious.

"I willed it to happen. And it happened. I don't know how to explain it, it's like magic. Like I have these powers and I think I can do anything, though I haven't tried much-"

"Sam-"

"-and I know it sounds absolutely insane like I've finally lost it and I'm about to start hitting people with clocks and screaming 'CHEESE' at the top of my lungs-"

"Sam-"

"-but you got to understand Freddie. You're the only person I can trust with this just please hear me out. Please, you got to believe me Fre-"

"SAM!" he shouted. I had, at some point during my outburst, slammed my eyes shut and had no idea what was going on. I felt his warm hands shake me out of my confession and I slowly opened my eyes.

To be honest, I didn't know what to expect from his reaction. At that point I half expected him to flee, screaming and he ran. And then I felt his warm arms wrap around me as he pulled me in for a hug. I buried my face in his chest and close my eyes. His hug had immediately calmed me down and I felt… safe in his arms.

"Sam, I believe you" were the four words he whispered so softly into my ear.

"You do? But… why?" I looked up at him, with a million questions buzzing around my brain.

He let go of me, much to my dismay, and stood up, walking a few steps away from me before turning back to face me.

"What exactly can you do?" he asked curiously. I wasn't expecting that, but hey. At least he's not running for the hills.

"Well," I started, "I can make objects move around and do what I want. All I have to do is focus on what I want and move my hands." Still waiting for the fleeing of the country to begin.

"You mean, like this?" Freddie looked over at his desk where his personal laptop was perched and twitched his hands. I watched with my eyes almost popping out of my head as the laptop rose and flew through the air, landing lightly on the bed in front of me.

Holy crap.

A/N: Okay, so that was a bit longer than the last chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. As for my thoughts on iSAFW, I think that it was kind of a let down after the promos but all credit to Dan Schneider who still made the episode hilarious. If you read his blog, it says that he had nothing to do with the promos and he also felt they were misleading too. However, he did say that a lot of us will be extremely happy in the next few months with the new iCarly's coming out. POTENTIAL SEDDIE?

Tell me your thought's and review!

-Ninja ;)