iDont Forgive You Chapter 6, an icarly fanfic

Authors Note: Hello all no your eyes are not deceiving you, yes this story still exist. I am so sorry about the long wait, but I kinda got wrapped up in the other Seddie fic (Grenade) I was writing, and due to its lack of interest I guess I was feeling down, and hung up my writing hat for a while. But then a little birdie by the name of(*seddiefan98*)…came an served as a great muse of inspiration, to get my fingers back to the keyboard. I decided to forget about the other fic, and put all my attention into finishing this one. Thank you all so much for your continuing support. Happy Reading!

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Freddie stared at his ceiling blankly, feeling his heartbeat in his throat and ears the pounding severing as a painful reminder. How could she?...why? He closed his eyes tightly, he knew why. From the first day he met Samantha Puckett, back in the fifth grade in Mrs. Grimsby's homeroom, when he was the new kid in school and he made the mistake of taking the seat in front of her. She set out to make his life miserable. She constantly flicked, pinched, punched, and on occasion bit random parts of his body. But that wasn't them now so he thought, sure they argued, but he loved their sparing matches more than any real match he every competed in. He loved the way her eyes blazed that fiery blue that seemed to be only reserved for her, the way her come backs were always swift, original, and… stop it! He sighed rubbing a hand over his face. Whatever he thought was obviously wrong, and what he felt was… completely one sided. Shifting he opened his nightstand taking out a snap shot of Sam from the night of the monster marathon…the night he realized just how deeply he cared for her. He sat up quickly trying to stick the picture under his pillow, hearing a soft rapping on his door.

"Freddiebear?" His Mother said slowly entering the room with a mug. "I made you a little tea."" Marissa sighed placing the drink on his desk. Looking to the mug she quickly took a napkin out of her pocket and folded it before lifting the mug and placing it under. No use in making ring on the desk. Walking over she took a seat next to her son. "Freddie?" He refused to meet her eyes. "I know you're upset."

"Upset?" He said shaking his head. "Wouldn't even begin to describe how I feel." This time looking at his mother, Marissa felt her heart fault, as she saw the unshed tears in his eyes. Freddie, despite people's beliefs, had always been strong. Not always physically, but then puberty hit and well she couldn't postpone it as much as she tried her research was in vain, but mentally he was always a rock. Which he had to be. It wasn't easy being skipped a grade, and having her as a mother well…she didn't really help his cool factor. She remembered the countless number of times he'd come home, all dirty, with some bruise or another, but he never shed a tear, while she on the other hand was always a blubbering mess. She was sure the last time she saw him cry was at his father's funeral, he was nine. It was the year before they moved to Seattle, in hopes to get somewhat of a fresh start. This camp was more serious than she thought.

"Freddie you and I both know how amazing you are. So you didn't get into that camp, that is in no way a reflection of your talent. What that dirty girl did, was…just awful , but I'm sure there are other camps we can look into, and I know a guy who is the director of this really great camp in Boston, if you want to look into it. Look at this as just a little set back, and next year you can try again.. and I'm sure..

"Mom please." He sighed. It was then that Marissa noticed Sam's picture on his bed sticking out from under his pillow. She knew it was her, due to the hair, and it was then that she realized this was indeed more serious than she thought.

"This isn't really about the camp is it?" He shook his head. "Samantha?" He looked at her again, with those eyes. "Oh Freddie." She sighed. It was way worst than she thought…it was love. "When did you…realize…that you, had those kinds of feelings for her?"

"I don't know, I guess they were always kinda there, I just had to take the time to notice them." He said with a shrug.

"And you're sure it has nothing to do with the countless number of head injuries you were subjected to at her hands?"

"Mom."

"Ok, ok." She took a deep breath and shook her head, trying to calm herself before continuing. She knew this would happen one day..ugh love who needs it! This is why she tried to keep him sheltered away from the world, no one could ever truly see and appreciate how amazing he is . Well she may have slipped up one time, but she was sure she wasn't about to let it happen again. "Freddie, I never wanted to be the one to tell you this but, love.. it's cruel, you in theory are giving your heart to someone and they have the power to stomp it into a million pieces. I never wanted this for you, I vowed that after your father, I would never bother again, you can't have your heart broken if you keep it right?"

"So you are saying that I should never try for love?" She knew it was wrong to write off love, but if this is what love was going to do to her son, then she didn't have much choice.

"Do you like feeling this way?" Freddie shook his head. "Then that's exactly what I'm saying." Freddie nodded, she was right, what's the point of trying for love, if in the end all you got was heartache.

"Mom?"

"Yea baby?"

"Will it always hurt this much?" He ask meeting her eyes again, as a tear managed to escape.

"It will get better, I promise." She said pulling him into her arms. "I'll be sure of it." She whispered holding him in her arms.

…

"Sam, Sam wait up." Carly called chasing her friend. Sam sighed stuffing her hands in her pockets as she ignored Carly while continuing down the street. "Sam, please." Darn her and her Carly powers. Slowing down she allowed Carly to fall into step with her. "Sam can we please talk about this?"

"How about we never talk about it."

"Sam come on, talk to me." Carly said stopping her. Sam closed her eyes, never more than ever hating Carly's insisting need to meddle, how could she talk with the huge lump she had in her throat, how could she think straight with his face constantly overpowering her mind.

"Look Carls there's nothing more to say, I pulled a prank on the nub as usual, and he's just mad as usual no big deal." She shrugged continuing down the street.

"Well it didn't seem like one of your usual arguments, it seemed more…intense."

"It's not my fault, he got all over emotional, I'm sure things will be find, let him pout it out, and he'll get over it he always does." He has to.

"And you're sure about that?" Carly asked with a raise eyebrow.

"As sure as the fact that I love ham."

"Ok, so I'll see you in the morning?"

"Yea." Sam nodded starting down the street.

"And Sam?"

"Yea?" she asked turning back around.

"You're sure you're ok?"

"Never been better." She smiled walking away. Carly watched as Sam walked down the street and right past a vendor selling bacon wrapped hot dogs, and she knew everything was not ok.

….

Carly paced her living room nervously awaiting the arrival of her two best friends, not knowing what to expect after yesterday's events. No matter what Sam said she knew everything was not ok, and she couldn't even get into contact with Freddie.

"Hey kiddo." Spencer said entering the room with a large box.

"Hey." She responded distractedly.

"Well aren't you going to ask me what's in the box?"

"Huh…oh yea what's in the box?"

"Oh your hearts not into." He said while placing the box down. "What's up?"

"It's Sam and Freddie!" Carly exclaimed throwing her hands up. "They had this huge fight yesterday, and I don't know what to do."

"They fight every day." He said with a shrug. " That's just them, it's really cute actually." He said with a smile.

"No this fight was…wait cute?"

"Yea you know how they mask their ever growing feelings for each other through constant combating, awww young love." He sighed looking off into the distant.

"Wow so you noticed that too?" She said moving closer to him.

"Yea especially, when Sam's all.."

"Wait , wait hold on, we're getting off track here." She sighed, flopping on the couch. " You didn't see the most recent installment, of the Sam and Freddie show." She sighed.

"Was it bad?"

" Does limburger cheese smell?"

"Well in certain circumstances the smell of lim.."

"SPENCER!"

"Ok I get it, it was bad."

"Yea I've never seen Freddie so upset, he said he was done with her."

"Oooo done, how ominous!"

"Ominous?" Carly asked eyeing him wearily.

"Shays." Sam said entering the room.

"Sam!" Carly exclaimed jumping up. "You're here." She smiled hugging the girl.

"Yea, why wouldn't I be here?"

"Oh no… it's just I thought…that maybe..nothing, I'm just glad you're here." She smiled hugging her again.

"Has she been drinking coffee again?" Sam asked still in Carly's clutches while looking to Spencer.

" No the ban hasn't been lifted." He said heading into the kitchen.

"So you ready to blow this pop stand, I want to stop by the store to grab some eats for lunch?"

"Lunch? I thought as a part of your counseling sessions your Mom was making your lunch, to help with her "maternal instincts"." She said using air quotes on the last part.

"Yea well that was before she started dating the biker with a thing for cold cuts."

"So he's really into sandwiches?" Carly laughed.

"You don't even want to know what he does with the meat." Sam said with a shiver.

"Eww."

"Yea so that's why I need to grab something on the way, cool with you?"

"Oh yea, I was just waiting for…" Carly stopped unsure if she should continue.

"Forrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?" Sam said urging her to continue.

"For Freddie?"

"Carls chill, you can say the nub's name, I'm sure nothing with burst into flames."

"But don't worry if it does because I have this!" Spencer exclaimed holding up his new fire extinguisher.

"Drop it." Carly said pointing to him.

"But I just.."

"Drop it." She said now motioning to the floor.

"Oh your no fun." He pouted walking back into the kitchen.

"Wow it's 7:45 already, he's usually here by now, I'm going to go see what's taking him."

"And I'm going to go feed my stomach." Sam said making a bee line for the fridge while rubbing her stomach. Carly shook her head with a smile, Sam was being her normal self, maybe things would be okay after all. She opened her door, crossing the hall she noticed a note taped to the front of Freddie's door with her name on it. Opening the letter, she took note of Freddie's hand writing right away.

"Hey Carly,

I know yesterday must have been really uncomfortable for you, and first I want to apologize. I just kinda lost it you know? Well I know you and I know you're probably thinking of all the ways you could possibly use to fix things, but sometimes things that seem broken…aren't meant to be fixed. I know this might be hard for you to understand, I think it's hard for me to understand, but its time I started thinking a little more about me. I want you to know that I would never put you in the position to chose between Sam and I…(and not just out of fear that I would lose). I'll be ok walking to school alone, I think you two should walk together, I know you'll do fine keeping her out of trouble without me. I'll see you in English.

-Freddie

Carly sighed folding the note back up, things were not ok.

"So we going or what?" Sam asked walking out into the hall, eating a cold chicken leg.

"Yea, uh lets head out." Carly said moving down the hall.

"But what about Fredwina?" Sam asked pointing her chicken leg at his door.

"He uh…he's not going to walk with us today."

"What? Is he still on that?"

"Sam.."

"What a girl!" Sam exclaimed rolling her eyes. "I'm going to slap some sense into him."

"Sam don't." But she already began banging on the door.

"What in the world!" Mrs. Benson said stepping out into the hall, tightening her robe around her.

"Where's Freddie?" Sam demanded.

"Good morning Mrs. Benson." Carly said with a wave, and awkward smile.

" Do you realize what time of day it is? Did your mother not teach you that it is not proper to go around banging on peoples doors at 7:00 in the morning, eating a chicken leg none the less."

"Yea yea, where's Freddie."

"Fredward is not here, and if he was do you really think I would tell you?" Sam glared at the woman, but she refused to back down. "I want you to stay away from my son you…gutter mouth hoodlum." Marissa said while pointing a finger at Sam.

"Listen you crazy bi…"

"Sam!" Carly exclaimed, pulling her back from the wide eyed woman.

"No you listen. " She said taking a step closer to Sam. "What has Freddie ever done to deserve the treatment he's received from you?" Sam took a step back, as Mrs. Benson moved forward again. " All he's ever tried to do was be there for the both of you, and what thanks does he get?"

"Mrs. Benson.." Carly began.

"I always knew that him doing that web show with you two was a mistake, I'm just glad it's over."

"Wait, what do you mean over?" Carly asked stepping forward.

" I won't say it again, stay away from my son."

"But…?" Carly tried again

" Don't you think you've already done enough damage?" She said with a pointed look at Sam. She didn't wait for her respond as she slammed the door.

Sam stood staring at the door, what did she mean by over? Ok so maybe ruining his application could have used a second thought, but what else was she supposed to do? And what the hell did his mother know any way. Sure she hit him, only to make him tougher, and a little because her body's natural reaction whenever around him was …to touch him. And yea she knew he did stuff for her, but she did things…occasionally.

"Sam, you ok?" Sam jumped feeling Carly hand on her shoulder. She needed to find Freddie, and fast.

"Yea let's get out of here." She said adjusting her backpack heading down the hall.

…..

" Okay where's is the nerd." Sam demanded entering the school.

"Sam calm down, please don't hurt him."

" I'm not going to hurt him, I'm going to kill him!"

"Oh wow, who's getting killed?" Brad asked walking up to the girls.

"Benson!" Sam said landing her eyes on Freddie, who was currently taking some books from his locker.

"Puckett." he said without looking away from his locker. He knew sooner or later his was going to have to face her, but he was hoping for the latter. He knew he was supposed to be mad at her, but …she was her…and he still couldn't think all the way straight around her.

"Hey Freddie." Carly waved.

"Morning Carly, Brad." He said with a nod.

"So what gives?"

"What do you mean?' He said proud that his voice didn't waver.

"I mean for starters you not walking to school with us."

"And your mother telling us that you're not doing iCarly anymore?" Carly added. He sighed rubbing a hand across his neck.

"I'm sorry you had to find out that way, I wanted to meet up with you all and diss.."

"Wait so it's true?" Carly asked wide eyed.

"Yea." He nodded.

"Freddie you can't do this, what about all of our viewers?"

"How could you be so…selfish!"

"Well maybe I've learned from the best." He said glaring back at Sam

"Alright you two, back to your corners." Carly said stepping between them. "Freddie can't we talk about this?"

"Carly you know I wouldn't just leave you guys high and dry. I was thinking that I could train Brad here on how to shoot the show, and I would still be monitoring the software for updating every week, it would just be…"

"Without us." Carly finished looking hurt.

"Carly I just think it would be best for everyone this way." He said while glancing at Sam.

"How is tearing our show apart what's best for everyone?"

" Don't worry he'll come running back Carls." Sam said confidently. "What are you without iCarly?"

"Let me guess, nothing?" He said with a roll of his eyes. "Listen Sam I meant what I said yesterday, I'm done." He said closing his locker. "You don't have to worry about dealing with me anymore, I think it will be best if we just stayed out of each other's way." Dealing with him? How could she not deal with him, when he was a part of…them.

"Bravo bravo and the award for the most dramatic geek goes to Freddie Benson, come on people clap it up." Sam said laughing clapping her hands getting the attention of other around them.

"Sam don't"

"It's fine Carly." Freddie said crossing his arms, looking at Sam seemingly unfazed by her actions. "If you're done, I'm going to head to class. Carly, Brad, I'd like to talk to you guys a little more about the whole training thing, maybe set up a meeting time in the studio?"

"Sure, that's fine with me I mean if it's ok with you all." Brad said looking back and forth between the girls.

" I think this is ridiculous, no offense Brad." She said putting a hand on his arm. "Freddie we can't.."

"Carly please try…for me?" Sam rolled her eyes, how was he going to use Carly's trick on Carly!

"Alright fine, but I'm still not happy." She said crossing her arms.

"Thanks Carly." He smiled. "And don't worry Brad will be great."

"I'll try, but don't forget you're a tough act to follow." Brad said with a smile. Sam did not like what was happening here, what was she invisible?

"Hello don't I get any say in this, I know the shows called iCarly, but I'm 1/3 of its existent." The bell sounded, and Freddie picked up his backpack slinging it over his shoulder.

"Ready for English?" He asked starting down the hall . Brad nodded following. "Carly you coming?" Sam sighed inwardly not liking the feeling arising in her chest. For one she didn't like being ignore, and because it was him it hurt more than she cared to admit. Looking to Carly she saw the look of sympathy, and she quickly felt stupid for caring so much. "I'll be there in a minute you guys go ahead." They nodded heading off down the hall.

"Sam you ok?" Sam watched as Freddie laughed at something that Brad said, and her feelings of hurt were soon replaced by anger. So this was how he wanted to play it? She loved a good challenge. So what if he didn't answer her, she had learned plenty of other ways of making people talk thanks to her good old uncle Carmine. "Sam?"

"Oh yea, I'm peachy, I'm going to head to…."

"Bio." Carly supplied.

"Yea Bio." Sam said walking the opposite way down the hall. Freddie wanted a battle; well she was going to give him a war. Carly watched as Sam walked away, and couldn't shake the feeling of doom, she felt in the pit of her stomach.

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Hmmm so it seems that we have ourselves an old Fashion standoff! People please place your bets on who you think will win.

Remember all's fair in love and war…even if some of the parties don't realize its love!

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