Authors' Note: Hey guys First and foremost I want to thank all of you wonderful people who reviewed, it was the best response yet! I believe I got about eight reviews on the last chapter, and it really inspired me to work as fast as I could to get this out. But I will admit while working on this I did get a little side tracked and began working on a new fic entitled Grenade! It of course is a Seddie fic, and I would love to get your feedback on it.

Thanks again all of you, and I hope all enjoy what is to come.

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Freddie laughed as he watched Sam , Gibby, and Carly during their segment of random dancing, his eyes mainly watching Sam. It had been about a week since he got the news from the camp, and of course it was hard to accept, but she made it so much easier. He smiled as he watched Sam fist pump, and follow up with her rendition of the robot, before finally waving her head wildly around while jumping. He watched as her hair flew around her body, he loved her hair. It was so…. Sam, wild, loud, free…and beautiful. Beautiful?…yes beautiful, deep down he was sure he knew she was always beautiful, but he really began to notice around four months ago…

Flashback

Freddie stood outside his closet aggressively moving through the racks of shirts. "No, No, stripes, God Sam hates stripes!"

"Freddie, is everything ok in there?"

"Yes Mom everything's fine." He sighed stepping back from his closet. This shouldn't be so hard, it's just Sam , and a non-date…but then why did he feel the need to impress her. Taking a step forward he moved a few more shirts around before finally deciding on a black polo. Looking in the mirror he took in his appearance. Going into the bathroom, he grabbed some gel and slid it through his hair. Grabbing his wallet, a jacket, and his backpack filled with Sam's favorite foods, he left his room.

"Freddie?"

"Yea mom?"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to see a movie with…a friend."

"Carly?"

"No not Carly."

"The strange boy?"

"Mom his name is Gibby, for the fiftieth time, and no."

"Don't tell me you're going out with that delinquent." Mrs. Benson said while looking up from her folding.

"Mom…" He sighed man he needed to get more friends.

"Freddie she's dangerous, unruly, and just bad news, and I'm guessing she is also the one who is responsible for these. " said holding up three blonde hairs. Freddie's heart sank.

"Mom you don't understand I…we…"

"Fredward how could you." She said getting u with a gasp. " I know I should have had this talk with you a long time ago but,…God it's times like these where I really miss your father." She said with a sad smile, looking to a framed picture of Freddie around the age of six, sitting on top of her dad's shoulders.

"Mom it's not what you think, Sam and I.."

"So they do belong to Samantha?

"Mom, we.."

"Please Freddie save the details." She said raising a hand. "She's a dirty girl."

"Mom you don't even know her."

"I know enough." She said while going to stand in front of him. "I know she beats you, (True Freddie thought), I know she steals,( Only when completely necessary he though again), and I know her language, is colorful…" She trailed off shaking her head. " Why Freddie?"

"Mom Sam is way more than what you think of her, she's loyal, dedicated, and brave."

"Freddie… "

"No mom listen, Sam comes here on Thursdays to get away from her crazy Mother, you know to have a moments peace. She comes, we watch movies, and then we go to sleep…separately." He added for good measure. " I'm sorry that I kept it from you, but she needed me, and I..I like being there for her." Marissa just stared wide eyed at her son, when had this happened when had he become...a man.

"Well I'll make sure to leave the extra comforter in the living room." She said with a pointed look, moving back towards the couch. Freddie closed his eyes and smiled getting the hint, no more bedroom slumber parties.

"Thank you mom." He said walking over leaning down to kiss her cheek. Grabbing his stuff he looked at his watch he had to get a move on, even though he figured Sam would most likely be late. Freddie pulled up to the theater, with about five minutes to spare. Getting out of the car, he groaned seeing the line of monster fans. "So much for getting decent seats." He said heading to the back of the line.

"Where are you going Frednub?" Freddie stopped and turned around, and smiled in disbelief, there the fifth person in line, was Sam. "Are you going to stare at me all day, or get ready to see some monsters rip people apart?" Taking her in, he realized he could in fact stare all day. Sam wore a gray loose slub knit top, with a pair of skinny jeans which were wonderfully enhancing some of her curves. Walking over he moved to stand behind Sam.

"Hey no cuts!" A bonny guy with glasses and a shirt that read, Monsters Rule, Heroes Drool, shouted crossing his arms.

"Shut it before I use your glasses to slice off each one of your fingers." The guy quickly gulped gladly allowing Freddie to stand in front of him. Poor guy he thought shaking his head quietly apologizing.

" How?" He whispered sidling in behind Sam. Sam felt a small shiver travel down her spine, as his breath dance a crossed her neck. Turning around to avoid any further issues, she quickly realized her mistake. Freddie was dressed in form fitted polo, with a leather jacket, his hair doing that slight spiky thing that she loved, he looked…

"Damn good."

"What?" He asked confused. Sam shook her head tired of the way her brain began malfunctioning around him.

"I want damn good seats to see Monster man." She said with a shrug turning back around, successfully defusing the problem.

"But you're never up this early."

"I've had some practice." She said looking back at him, with a small smile. It was moments like these that really confused him. Yes he knew this was Sam, yes he knew, that she could kill him in more than one, way, but still he felt the urge to touch her, to express to her how beautiful she was,…even kiss her.

"All right have your tickets out, and please no pushing." An usher yell out as the doors opened, taking Freddie out of his trance.

"You ready for this?"

"I was born ready." Sam smiled. Once inside they stood at the bottom of the theater steps, Sam moving to go up the stairs towards the top and Freddie moving towards the front.

"Sam wait, where are you going?"

"To sit in the back, where are you going?"

"To the front."

"Why am I not surprised that the nub wants to sit in the front, when everyone knows the best seats are in the back."

"Actually this theater has stadium seating, assuring that you pretty much have the same view from every seat in the theater."

"Blah blah blah." Sam said rolling her eyes." The back is more comfortable."

"You can easily leave the theater from the front."

"You have better aim for throwing popcorn in the back."

"There are less distractions up front." Sam rolled her eyes.

"Fine you sit up front and I'll sit in the back." She said while continuing up the stairs. Freddie watched as she continued climbing up the stairs, sighing he began to follow. Sam smiled hearing his footsteps behind her. Reaching their seats, Sam got to work getting comfortable, lifting her legs to rest on the chair in front of her." Where's your snacks Freddison?"

"Darn, I must have left my back pack at home." He said while looking down. "But I believe we did determine that you were bringing the snacks." Sam quickly opened her bag, taking out some fat cakes, Peppy cola, pork rinds, and fried chicken legs."Oh wow Sam I can't believe you actually brought food to share." Freddie smiled reaching for a fatcake, but to his dismay she quickly slapped his hand away.

"Get your own."

"But you have like a whole box!"

"The key words being I have, you told me to bring snacks, you didn't say anything about bringing some for you." She said with a smile, biting into a chicken leg." Freddie rolled his eyes standing up.

"I saw a concession stand when we came in, I'll just go grab some popcorn. "

"And a slurpee, nachos, fires, and some gummy bears, and you know I mean the large bag." Sam smiled.

"But.."

"You better hurry it looks like Frankenstein is about to start. Freddie turned on his heel grumbling about greed and gummy bears. Walking back into the theater, he notice how fast it filled up, and was having a difficult time locating Sam.

"This is why I like to sit in the front." He mumbled, looking amongst the sea of faces. Just then a light flashed on the screen and for a quick second he caught a glimpse of gold, which he knew was Sam's hair. She has such beautiful hair. He wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through it; he loved the light smell of strawberries she left on his pillow Friday mornings. Ok enough with the stalker tendencies, he thought while carefully walking up the stairs carrying Sam small mountain of food.

"Finally." Sam sighed reaching for the tray. Moving to sit Freddie noticed a single wrapped fat cat sitting on the arm rest of his chair.

"Is this for me?" He asked with a small smile on his lips.

"Yea yea, I had the taste for something else, so stop your dorkish smiling." Sam responded digging into the fries. Freddie continued to smile placing the fatcake back on the arm rest, knowing Sam always had a taste for the pink treat.

"Here I'll hold the popcorn so you don't get butter on your pants." So he does care she thought to herself; this time it was her turn to smile . About halfway through the movie, Sam realized that the slurpee may have not been the best idea, forgetting how cool it gets in movie theaters. Her shivering did not go unnoticed by Freddie placing the popcorn down, he shrugged his jacket off. "Here," He said holding out the garment.

"No way, it has your nubness all over it."

"Sam just take it."

"Not gonna happen ner.." Before Sam could finish her statement Freddie lifted the arm rest and swung the jacket around her shoulders, before placing it back down and focusing back on the screen. Sam silently slipped her arms through the jacket, closing her eyes at the great feeling of warmth. It was then that she notice something else over taking her, pulling the jacket tighter around her, she realized it was the smell of him. Cinnamon and just a hint of some kind of laundry detergent.

"Tired already?" Sam jumped being taken out of her trance, by the feeling of Freddie's breath once again on her neck.

"Of you? Yes." She quickly said sitting up a bit more. Freddie only leaned back over to his side, picking up his fatcake. Sam watched as he tried to open the package for about three minutes before becoming irritated. "Just give it to me." She said grabbing it from his hands, holding it up to her mouth, she ripped the plastic open."Here." She said holding it out to him. Freddie looked down at his hands, which were covered in butter, from the unhealthy amounts that Sam had him add.

"Do you have any napkins?"

"You know you're really out dorking yourself today Fredlumps, just eat it." She said tossing it on to his lap. Looking at his hands one more time he pickup the cake. Looking down on the ground he notice Sam had finished the others as well as most of the food he had brought.

"Want a bite?" He asked holding it out in front of her. Maybe she was distracted, or maybe having food put in her face just brings on a initial reaction, but she leaned forward and took a bite from the cake, while it was in his hand. Freddie e felt his blood rushing everywhere at once as her tongue made a slight connection with his thumb. It took everything he had not to drop the fatcake on the ground. The movie was now forgotten as he watched Sam laugh. He really looked how her eyes lit up, and even in the faint light he could make out the blue, how her laugh was contagious and instantly made him smile, and how her hair framed her face her massive waves seeming to go everywhere at once, the same way she made his heart feel . "Beautiful."

"What?" Sam asked looking at him.

"Oh..um..nothing…" He stammered.

"You going to finished that?" She questioned pointing to the factcake, he still held in his hand. "Two slow." She said not waiting for his reply, taking the factcake. Freddie watched as she quickly devoured the pick treat, Sam distractedly licked some cream off her finger, causing him to close his eyes. God I'm in trouble he thought slumping back into his seat.

End flash back.

…..

Sure it was confusing, terrifying, insane, and awesome all at once, but he didn't care, no matter how insane it was he had developed beyond "friendly" feeling for Sam.

And he couldn't be happier.

As the music came to a slow, Carly, Gibby, and Sam, all smiled out of breath into the camera.

"Those were some sweet moves Carly!" Sam exclaimed clapping her on the back.

"Well I do enjoy eating sweets."Carly laughed. "Speaking of sweet it's now time for a new segment that we like to call Who Chewed It! " As Freddie moved to follow the girl, the studio door swung open revealing a wide eyed Mrs. Benson.

"Fredward, I need to speak with you now!"

"Mom, were in the middle of iCarly, can't it wait."

"Yes can't it, seeing as we are streaming live." Carly said with a nervous smile.

"No we need to discuss this now."

"Okay all you viewers while Freddie speaks with his mom, we want you to enjoy a video of my brother Spencer stuffing his cheeks with jelly beans." Freddie quickly pressed the button airing the video and placed his camera down.

"Mom you know how important the show is, you promised you would never interrupt...if I agreed to go to Mom and Son Fun." Freddie said whispering the last part.

"I know Freddie but this really couldn't wait." She said while holding up some papers.

"What's this?" He asked while taking the papers from her hands.

"Well after finding out that the N.E.R.D camp denied you, I was planning on giving them a piece of my mind, so as I was preparing an appeal. I saw your application, and it's no wonder you didn't get in, just look how you responded to these questions." She said handing him the application.

"Name, Freddie Fishtickler Benson… I didn't type that. " Sam immediately felt sick to her stomach. " Why now…why ever." She thought, while trying to map out the best escape route. Carly looked back and forth between Freddie and Sam feeling her heartbeat increase.

"Just look what you wrote for hobbies." Mrs. Benson continued crossing her arms.

"Robbing banks, pointing at clouds, and collecting poop." He stated confused while looking back up. "Mom I don't understand…"

"Think about it Freddie, who do you know enjoys seeing you in pain, who always picks fun at your wonderful name, who had access to your application, remember what day of the week you were working on it." On Mondays I have the Training Bros, Tuesdays are iCarly rehearsal, Wednesdays we shoot the show, Thursdays… Freddie's eyes shot up to look at Sam you was currently seemed to be amazed by the studio floor.

"I..I..I have to go." Carly said bolting out the door.

"Well I'm staying this is just getting good." Gibby said sitting on the window still, picking up a bag of chips .

"Sam?" Freddie asked looking to her in disbelief, as he rounded his cart to stand in front of her. Sam reluctantly met his eyes, and her naturally reaction was to play it cool, to deflect.

"Come on let's get out of here, we can go point at clouds." She said with a small laugh.

"Sam?" He asked again this time shaking his head with a look of desperation in his eyes. Please say it wasn't you, call me a nub, just deny it, God please. When he was met with nothing but silence, he closed his eyes dropping his head. "Going to that camp was a dream of mine, it could have helped me get into any college I wanted, why did you do this to me." Freddie searched her face for sings, for understanding, for…regret.

"I was mad at you okay." Sam blurted out.

"For what?"

"Remember when I asked you what time it was and you said I don't know." Sam didn't know why she said that, she knew it wasn't the real reason, but she couldn't tell the truth, and with everyone staring at her, she was beginning to become more and more agitated by the whole thing. By this time the video of Spencer had stopped airing and Freddie's camera was picking up and streaming their conversation live.

"So because I didn't know what time it was , you ruined my chance at something amazing that could had changed my whole life?' He said now growing angry at her lack of respond and care.

"Freddie you can't be mad at Sam." Carly said running back into the studio.

"She ruined any chance I had to.."

"Do you know how many things Sam's ruined for me?" Carly said cutting him off. "Look having Sam in your life is like owning a wild chimp. Sure she's unpredictable, and she could go bizarre and chew off your foot." Carly smiled putting her arm around Sam, causing her to smile also. Good old Shay to save the day, thank god for Carly. " But if you keep her clean and well feed she's adorable, and tons of fun, so what do you say you forgive her and we finish the show?"

"No."

"Great, Gibby you can start…wait no?" Carly said turning back around.

"No, not this time" He said shaking his head.

"But Freddie…"

"She hasn't even apologize." He scoffed, causing Sam to roll her eyes.

" Alright, alright I'm sorry, there happy now?"

"You know Sam just when I thought we were past this, that we were friends..that we were…" He stopped realizing what he was about to say a little too much, but in his current state of mind he couldn't think straight. He'd gone from thinking that he was falling for her, only to have his heart feel as though she put it through a meat grinder. "I know people talk about how tough you are, but you're noting but a coward!"

" I think you better choose your next words wisely." Sam said taking a step toward him.

"Or what? You're gonna punch me? Taze me? Kick my ass? Well go ahead." He said moving even closer to her. "You can't hurt me anymore than you already have." He said in a lower voice staring into her eyes. Sam took a step back, her legs suddenly feeling weak.

"Freddie I know your mad…" Carly began.

"Sorry Carly, Gibby." He said while glancing back at the boy. " But I'm not mad."

"Oh thank god, because I know…"

"I'm done." He said his eyes once again meeting Sam's. His words having more meaning to her than the others. "And you can keep your apology." He said while balling up the application and throwing it at her feet, before leaving the studio. Mrs. Benson looked back at the girls with a glare before following her son out the room.

"What a nub right?" Sam laughed, even though the feeling made her heart only hurt

"Sam, I've never seen him like this, what are we going to do?" Carly said looking worriedly towards the door.

"Well I think we should start by ending the show." Gibby said pointing towards the camera.

"Well we hope you all enjoyed today crazy events." Carly laughed uneasily. "And hopefully we will see you here next week." With a quick smile, she gestured to Gibby to turn off the camera. Once the show was over Carly looked back to Sam, who was now staring out the window. "Sam?"

"Look Carls, it will be fine, just because the dork throws a temper tantrum, you don't have to sound any alarms."

"But Sam you really hurt him, what are you going to do?" Sam quickly felt a fire burn in her chest….Hurt him! What about her?, He was the one who was going to leave her…iCarly for two months, he was the one you started screaming, he was the one who made her feel things that she never knew possible.

"Sam?"

"I'm going to do what I do best." Sam stated turning to look back at Carly and Gibby. "Nothing." With that she walked out of the studio.

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I hope the boom wasn't too much or too little. I still wanted to keep Freddie as the sweet guy that he is, but have him show the emotion of a person who feels as though they were robbed of something really important to them. Watching the episode I couldn't believe how quickly he got over it…it was like a joke! But there's my rendition I hope you all enjoyed it : )

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