Disclaimer: Yes, I wish I could own iCarly. But I don't because it's Dan Schneider's job. Okay? Okay.
Author's Note: Sad to write this last chapter. Happy it ended though. I may continue it with a sequel. But I have another couple of story ideas, bubbling in my little brain. So… it might be a little while before that happens.
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'AND THAT IS THE QUESTION'
Chapter Fifteen: In Love With You
A knocking sound on her window. She didn't really want to look outside.
It was raining. Rain reminded her of Freddie, whom she really, really wanted to forget. But some things were easier said than done.
Sighing, the girl got up off her bed and peeked out of the curtains.
It was him. And water was dripping down his face.
"Sam, let me in!" he yelled, so she could hear his voice through the glass. "Please!"
The blonde turned her back ward him, and folded her arms giving no response. Freddie sighed and continued to yell through the window.
"I'm sorry Sam! It was all big misunderstanding! I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, and you know that I wouldn't!"
Turning around slowly, she walks toward the glass and quickly slides it up. A dripping, soaked through boy is standing on the balcony just outside her bedroom and water is running down from his hair and into his eyes.
"So, what you said to Carly… was-"
"Sam, Carly's my best friend. She's also your best friend too. That won't change."
"I know."
"I love Carly, like a sister. But, my feelings for you… are… incomparable. Sam, I've fallen in love with you."
"Really?" Sam says, frowning. "Because you know, I hate y-"
Before she could say anything else to him, he has pulled her head out into the pouring rain and his lips press onto hers quickly. Their arms wrap around one another slowly and as Sam kisses him back, she places a hand on his face, gently wiping the rain off. Freddie's hand runs itself through her now soaking curly hair.
"You hate me, yeah, I know," smirks Freddie.
"Oh shut up, nerd, Just get over here and kiss me again!" Sam replies forcefully.
This time, she lets him climb into her room first, and then they're at it again. Kissing passionately and fiercely. Fingers intertwine, and their legs tangle together as they both fall onto Sam's bed, lips still connected to each other's.
They're interrupted by Freddie's phone.
"Answer it." Sam says, sitting up as Freddie does too.
"But it's Carly." he replies.
"So? She's our best friend. Answer it. Or I will."
Freddie chuckles at her determination, and presses the 'answer' button.
"Hey Carly."
"Yo Carlotta, what's up?" Sam yells at the phone while jumping on the bed. Freddie looks at her, and smirks a little.
"So, I'm guessing you two made up," giggles the girl on the other end of the phone.
"Yeah." Freddie responds, a grin appearing on his face.
"We're making out!" Sam calls out, happily.
"Sam!" Freddie shouts. "Sorry Carls, we're in the middle of something. Could you maybe-"
"Don't worry, I'll leave you two… to it." Carly replies, still in a fit full of laughter.
"No need to sound all sly, Carly. Sam and I were just… talking."
"And just kissing!" Sam yells out, suddenly.
"Sam!" Freddie shouts at her, then spoke calmly to Carly. "Maybe a little bit of kissing."
"It's alright. Boyfriend and girlfriend couples kiss all the time. So, have fun. I'll see you two later."
"Later?"
"For iCarly of course! Did you forget already? Gosh I swear you can be as bad as Sam sometimes…"
"No, I didn't forget." Freddie says, defensively.
"I forgot!" Sam yells out again.
"Sam, quit yelling in my ear!"
"Make me!"
"On that note, I'm hanging up now. Be on time for the show!" Carly replies, a smirk evident in her voice.
There was a click and Freddie pressed the 'end call' button, and threw it over his shoulder. He turned to face Sam, who had stopped bouncing now and was grinning.
"Must you scream in my ear while I'm talking on my phone?" Freddie questions her.
"I must." Sam replies, grinning cheekily.
"Well I guess we should be-"
This time Sam was the one who cut him off mid-sentence, with a fierce display of affection. Another kiss. He held her hands and pulled away slowly.
"Aww. Come on Freddie!"
"Sam. We need to get to Carly's. Otherwise we'll be late."
"But-"
"If we get there early," says Freddie, smirking. "We'll have more time for more… kissing…"
"Let's go." Sam replied, quickly getting up and grabbing a coat from her closet. "Come on Fredlumps, hurry up."
The both of them walked out of Sam's apartment, and down the street to the Bushwell Plaza, hand-in-hand, through the pouring rain, smiling at each other warmly. Everything now seemed to fit into place, perfectly.
A couple of questions still hung in the air though.
Had the 'honey-moon phase' returned? Would they go back to fighting again? Had anything really changed? Or was it a crazy Sam and Freddie, actually deeply in love?
In the end, it all depends on what YOU decide to believe. And that, dear friends,is the most probable answer to all of our questions.
So… What do you believe happens next?
And THAT is the question.