Thanks for the reviews you guys. I'm loving every single review you guys give me. So, this chapter will be in Freddie's perspective, and the time will rewind a little bit, to when Freddie actually gets to his apartment. So, enjoy!
Freddie took the stairs up to his apartment. He crept by the sleeping Lewbert and up the stairs, thinking of the almost-kiss. What compelled him to almost kiss Sam, the person that had been teasing him for years? His own personal bully? His best friend? Yes, Sam was his best friend, no matter how much she teased him or anything. They hung out all the time, after all, sometimes without Carly there. When they did hang out, it was never awkward, always fun. Now, however, it was awkward. They did talk a little about the kiss, but he didn't tell her how he really felt. He was absolutely positive he loved Sam now. It took him while to figure out, but he was definately not going to deny his feelings for Sam. The problem was, she was still figuring everything out, and Freddie didn't think she felt the same way.
So this was what Freddie was going to do. He was going to lie, and tell Sam he didn't feel anything for her. Well, he would wait until she told him how she herself felt, then he'd lie. He'd act like he still loved Carly, though he didn't, it was definately just a crush. But Freddie did want to know how Sam felt about him. He knew Sam liked the kiss, but she couldn't possibly like him, right? She had always gone on and on about him never finding love, no one ever loving him, and why she wouldn't fall for someone like him.
Freddie sighed as he made it back to his apartment. He paused outside his door. Love was complicated, he thought as he slowly opened his door. So far, so good, he thought as he shut the door quietly and walked more into the apartment. It was already five-fourty-five. Was his mother-
"FREDWARD JERALD BENSON! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Marissa Benson's voice carried as she appeared in his line of sight. She looked worried, a little bit of relief and anger. Freddie grimaced as he set his bag down.
"Sorry, Mom, I accidentally got locked in the school and my phone died," Freddie fibbed as his mother approached him. Without another word, she engulfed him in a huge hug.
"Well, thank god you're alright. I've been worried sick. I was close in calling the CIA to find you," Mrs. Benson said. Freddie grimaced as she finally let go of him. She was always so over-protective of him. But Freddie really couldn't blame her. Apparently, when Freddie was five, his father went missing one day after going to the grocery store. They found him three weeks later, in a ditch, beaten badly, and killed because he was a big businessman. Mrs. Benson just didn't want that happening to Freddie, so she tried to protect him from all the dangers out there. No one knew this, not even Carly and Sam. He lied to them, telling the two girls that his father died of cancer. It was definately a lot less painful to talk about. Besides, he didn't really remember his father, just faint memories. But of what his mom told him, his father had been a really good father and person. That was why Mrs. Benson never went out on dates anymore, no one could replace Frank Benson. Well, Mrs. Benson dated Lewbert, but he didn't count at all.
Freddie smiled at his mother.
"I'm going to get changed Mom," he said as he walked toward his bedroom.
"Ok, sweetie, I'll make some low fat breakfast for you!" she called after him. Freddie shook his head, laughing slightly as he walked into his room and put on some nice, clean clothes. After that, he did everything he needed to do, then walked out to find his mom putting breakfast on the table. Oh great, Freddie thought sarcastically as he sat at the table. Low-fat breakfast. He wasn't a big fan of it. The whole wheat toast, the omega eggs, the freshly made orange juice. Well, the juice wasn't that bad, but the toast and eggs tasted weird. He was getting used to it though.
After his breakfast was eaten, Freddie grabbed his backpack. It was already six-thirty. He still had half an hour until Spencer and Carly left. He usually caught a ride with them. But today he didn't feel like it. He felt like walking to school, to clear his mind.
"I'm going Mom!" Freddie called. His mother, who was washing the dishes, turned to him.
"But Freddie, dear, it's early. You should wait until Spencer and Carly come to pick you up," Mrs. Benson said. Freddie offered a feeble smile.
"I know, I meant I'm going over to their apartment now. Bye," he said, giving his mom a hug before turning back to the door. Mrs. Benson nodded.
"Ok, but be careful, ok? I love you," she called as Freddie opened the door.
"Love you too. Bye Mom!" Freddie called before closing the door. He waited a moment, listening to if his mom would open the door. When she didn't, he sighed as he walked to the stairs. As soon as he was outside, he breathed in relief. School was a fifteen minute walk. It definately wasn't far, but it was just enough time to sort everything out. Like, what was he really going to say to Sam today? And also, what would the kids at school do today? Tease him some more? He already had a week of detention because of the teasing, he didn't think he could take it anymore.
If they started teasing again, well, he might just explode in anger. Or maybe he'd prove them wrong. He'd kiss someone just to stop the teasing. Ha, who would he kiss? Sam? No way, she'd probably punch him. She didn't want people to find out they kissed anymore than he did. He would definately not kiss Carly. No offense, but she was one of his best friends, the other obviously being Sam. Ok, so maybe the kissing plan wasn't the best. Oh well, he'd have to see what would happen at school.
Freddie sighed as he realized he had reached the school already. It was ten to seven. Just perfect, Freddie thought. He was here not even two hours ago. Stupid detention, stupid Sam for convincing him to leave detention early. Stupid him for listening. Freddie sighed as he walked into the school, walking immediately to his locker, opening it and grabbing some books. He closed his locker shut then sat in front of it. He still had an hour until school started, and at least twenty minutes before Carly or Sam showed up for school.
Freddie opened his current book, Sunset, and started reading it. He was so incredibly confused, so maybe distracting himself would help him. Soon, he was absorbed in the book, blocking out everything around him, blocking out all the memories and everything that had happened in the past two weeks. He refused to remember it.
So when his book was suddenly kicked out of his hand, he was startled. He looked up to find that stupid eleventh grader from yesterday, the one that Freddie had punched, looking down, sneering. Freddie tried to remember the kid's name. It was... Charlie! Right, Charlie was his name. Lucky for Freddie, none of his friends were around. Charlie just looked down at him as Freddie clambered up.
"Hello Fredward," Charlie said, laughing. Freddie noted people started to file in. Freddie kept his cool, looking up at the boy.
"Hello, Charlie, isn't it?" Freddie said as calmly as he could. He was scared though. Who knew what this guy could do to him before Carly or Sam got here. What things this boy could say.
"Yes, I'm surprised you would even remember my name," Charlie said. Freddie nodded curtly.
"Uh, who doesn't know your name around here? You're a big football player. Where are your friends? Too scared to come to school today?" Freddie asked. Charlie shook his head, smirking.
"No. They just are running a little...late today. So, how'd you like that poster yesterday?" Charlie asked. Freddie clenched his fist. So it was Charlie. He must have paid some poor ninth grader to do it, or something.
"I thought it was rather good publicity for iCarly actually," Freddie fibbed, trying to keep his calm. It wasn't working very well though. Charlie just laughed meanly.
"Of course Freakward, or should I call you Kissless Benson?" Charlie asked. Freddie resisted to roll his eyes as he spotted Carly and Sam walking in.
"Why don't you just leave me alone?" he asked Charlie, who just laughed, a crowd of people entering the building as well, watching this as Carly and Sam reached the two.
"What's going on here?" Sam demanded as she reached them. Freddie kept his gaze on Charlie, just so he didn't have to look at Sam.
"Nothing Puckett. Me and Benson were just having a nice chat," Charlie said, smirking dangerously that made Freddie pretty darn mad. He just wished Charlie would go away. He wished he would just stop teasing him.
"Oh really? And why should I believe that Teekman, or should I say, Geekman?" Sam said, glaring dangerously at Charlie. He glared dangerously as Carly tugged on Freddie's arm lightly.
"Let's just go," Carly said to him softly. Freddie nodded as he picked up his book and backpack.
"Oh come on Puckett. Both you and Benson here haven't been kissed! You're the only two that haven't in this school, even Gibby over there has been kissed," Charlie said, smirking. Freddie saw the anger in her eyes. Freddie just sighed. The teasing would never stop, so unless he kissed someone, he would always be teased. All he had to do was pretend that it didn't bug him. They'd leave him alone eventually. Besides, him and Sam having their first kiss together would be their litttle secret. Who cares if people think they haven't been kissed? Freddie knowing he had been kissed was enough, no one needed to know, right?
Carly started tugging on Sam's arm as well.
"Let's go Sam. He's just a jerk," Carly told her softly. Sam tore her eyes away from the eleventh grader nodding. As the three started walking away, laughter filled the halls, mostly from Charlie.
"See, the two are just too chicken to hear what I'm trying to tell them. They have never, and will never be kissed," Charlie said as every single person laughed. Finally, Freddie snapped. He stopped Sam and Carly, dropping his books as he walked back to Charlie.
"Oh really?" Freddie asked dangerously, clenching his fist, a very un-Freddie like thing to do. He just didn't know what he was saying or doing anymore. He was sick of this, he wanted the teasing to stop. Charlie nodded, laughing.
"Well, duh! You're a geek Fredward, and Samantha over there is so tough and mean, no one would ever dare kiss her unless they want their head chopped off," Charlie said. Suddenly Sam came flying toward Charlie, shoving him against the wall.
"Never call me Samantha," she said. Charlie just laughed.
"See? You kiss Sam Puckett, you're as good as dead," Charlie said. Freddie smirked dangerously, a plan forming in his head, to stop the teasing.
"Oh really?" Freddie asked. Charlie nodded. Freddie bit his lip as Sam let go of Charlie. Freddie had no control over his actions next. All he wanted to do was shut Charlie up. So, he turned to Sam. Sam must have figured out what Freddie was planning to do, because her eyes widened slightly. But she didn't stop him at all, she didn't push him away as Freddie pushed her against the lockers. It was like a whole new Freddie erupted inside of him, a braver, more confident Freddie. Seconds later, in front of practically the whole school, Freddie lowered his lips onto Sam's.
Oooo, there ya go! A Seddie kiss, finally! I hope you liked it guys. Review guys, and I hope the kiss wasn't too soon. I know Freddie was probably slightly out of character at the end, but that what I planned for him to be. Don't worry, he'll go back to the same Freddie next chapter. And you'll find out what Sam's thinking next chapter. So, yeah, review my awesome reviewers/readers/friends! Next chapter will be out soon!