Disclaimer: I've watched all the episodes of iCarly at least twenty times. But that doesn't change the fact that Dan Schneider owns all the rights to iCarly, its ideas and characters.
Author's Note: Thanks to all those lovelies who have favorited, alerted and reviewed this story thus far. I have another question for all of us to think about: 'Will the Seddie relationship continue through to the end of the season, maybe even beyond?'
'AND THAT IS THE QUESTION'
Chapter Five: Failing Hypothesis
One date.
That was all it took for Freddie to be hooked. He was falling in love with Sam, he knew it. But he didn't know how to tell her this. Maybe he should wait a couple of weeks. After all, surely they would be dating for much longer. Would they? The boy wasn't so sure.
It had just been a 'try it and see how it goes' type of thing.
Carly knew that it was more deep than what they both thought it was. Every look, every flirt, every single time that they sat together, leaned on the other's shoulder or simply smiled. It was a lot more than a mere experiment.
However, being told to "keep out of their relationship" by her older brother, and Gibby friend, she sat back and watched them from a safe little distance.
Sam and Freddie were sitting on the couch, being all gooey and romantic. That in itself was hard to comprehend.
For an experiment, thought Carly Shay, with a smirk. They sure are testing their hypothesis right.
While her best friends continued to make out, with no thought for anyone around them as they did so, the brunette sighed and made her way upstairs, into her bedroom, to try and do some homework.
"Carly's gone." Sam announced, after they pulled away for some air at last.
"I think there should be a rule," said Freddie, seriously for a moment. "No more kissing in front of our best friend. It just seems mean."
"Right."
"… she's not here now…" the boy said, slowly.
Before Sam could say anything, her lips were back on his.
A door opened suddenly, and Spencer Shay stormed into his apartment, and went straight into the kitchen, obviously looking for something important. The two pulled apart, and glared at the man who had interrupted them.
"Where in the Vanhooterschmozen is my banjo?"
Banjo? Really?
"I don't know." Sam replies.
"Your bedroom?" Freddie offers.
"Oh. I know where it is! Be back in a second!"
Freddie turned to the girl next to him, and smiled. She shook her head, frowned slightly and stood up quickly. Before reaching the door, she faced the boy, who was seated on the couch, not moving. Her hand waved, motioning him to follow her.
When they both were out of the Shay apartment, the door had closed and the two of them resumed kissing.
It was a couple of days later and the happy couple were more "in love" than they ever had been. When the other wasn't there, Sam or Freddie would obsessively talk about each other to Carly. She'd smile, and try to stay polite for her friends. It was difficult to live with. Especially Sam's new found attitude of talking about her boyfriend. Every moment she got. Much to Carly's dismay and slight frustration.
"His eyes are just so… gorgeous…" Sam would say.
"Uh huh." Carly would reply, not really listening.
"… I just love how cute his nerd-talk is…"
"I know."
"…and did I mention how well he kisses?"
"Only twenty times. But who's really counting."
"Gosh, Freddie is totally amazing."
"ARGH! If you're so in love with the guy, why don't you just MARRY him?"
Sam looks taken aback for a moment.
"Carly?"
"I'm sorry. It's just…. I'm happy for you, finding a boyfriend. But do you have to talk about him every. Single. Minute. Of every single day?"
"Sorry Carls."
"It's alright. But just keep the 'Freddie Obsessing' to a minimum."
Sam thought about it for a minute and slowly nodded her head, to agree with what her best friend had just said. Yes, she was going "over the top" with all this "love" for Fredward Benson. But she couldn't help it. It felt right to her. Something about a 'Honey Moon Phase', just like Spencer explained to Carly and Freddie when Sam was dating that jerk back in eighth or ninth grade.
The brunette stood and walked out of the iCarly studio to go get some iced-tea. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Freddie was seated on the couch, with his head buried into his hands.
"Hey," says Carly, a little louder than probably necessary.
"Argh!" Freddie screamed, suddenly and then calmed down again. "Oh, it's you Carls."
"Umm. Are you… okay?"
The boy looked at his best friend, and gave a weak smile. Starting to nod but then shake his head instead.
Forgetting all about the drinks for her and Sam, who was waiting upstairs in the studio, Carly walked over to her other best friend and sat down next to him, prompting him to talk. But he kept silent.
"Freddie?"
Still no response.
"Is this about you and Sam?"
Again. No reply.
"This is getting annoying. Freddie!"
Freddie turned and glanced at Carly, with a confused look upon his face.
"It is about Sam."
"Okay. What about her?"
"I'm falling in love with her."
Carly's mouth dropped wide open, although really, she couldn't say she was all that surprised. Just hearing it coming from Freddie's own mouth, it was kind of weird and unusual. Just like the idea of her best friends dating each other. Weird. And unusual. Yet slightly…. Refreshing.