Hey guys! So, I need to apologize for the LACK OF UPDATING! I don't know what's wrong with me but I just couldn't seem to find the time. However, I am back and I hope you enjoy this next chapter. But first, I have something I need to say.
To Pixaria: Thank you for your review! But I wanted to say that you shouldn't feel bad for what happened all those years ago (in regards to my last chapter). None of that was your fault, even if you are German/Polish. The same goes to any Germans who feel that they are somewhat to blame just for being German. And as for those people who make fun of this situation, they are horrible people. Stuff like this isn't funny. I just thought I'd write about it to express some of Sam's emotions and show that she has feelings too. So, thanks for your review and I hope you like this next chapter :)
24 reviews for the last chapter! Thank you soooo much, you guys. Anyways, let's finally get on with the Seddie.
Disclaimer: Really? Still? Maybe I sould walk around with a post-it note on my forehead saying 'I do NOT own iCarly.'
Previously on iPause:
"Why did this bother you so much?" Freddie asked quietly, pushing back the hair off Sam's tear soaked face.
"I just kept thinking… what if it were Carly? Or Spencer? Or… you?" Sam questioned. "I think I'd rather die than live without you guys." She bowed her head in despair. Freddie lifted her face level to his with his hands. He stared her straight in the face.
"Sam. Listen to me. We are not going anywhere. Not Carly, not Spencer, not me. Okay?" Sam nodded and rested her head on his chest.
"If you ever speak of this, I will permanently injure you." Sam threatened. Freddie just smiled.
"I would expect nothing less, Puckett." He gave her a final squeeze and they returned to their positions on the couch, side by side. Sam smiled at Freddie and playfully punched him on the arm.
"Dork." She mumbled. Freddie tried to scowl at her and failed, ending up in creases of laughter with Sam bursting into hysterics right after him. I stared helplessly at my two best friends, which leads me to my original question. What in the HELL just happened…?
Chapter 5:
And so it continues…
Carly's POV
So, I finally got over my flu! That was definitely a plus. Only now, Sam has the flu. I know! I felt so bad for giving it to her when she was only trying to help me. But then I started wondering why Freddie hadn't got ill aswell. After all, he was looking after me too, but Sam said something about his mom being a freak and spraying him so that anything that comes near him dies within a three foot radius. I giggled, I couldn't help it. But I was also slightly impressed that Sam listened enough in math to know what a radius was.
Anyway, Sam slept over the night before (as per usual) and woke up looking a mess. I'm not even trying to be mean, she looked like she'd been ran over. Twice. With a lawnmower. Yikes. Well, Sam wasn't happy. Apparently her whole day was ruined because now she couldn't go to the arcade and buy (with Freddie's money, by the way) the new two foot long hotdogs. But I managed to wrestle her down and into bed so she could rest. I was quite surprised that I was able to take her but then she was weak so I probably had the advantage.
Now, not many people know this, I think only me and Spencer do, but when Sam's ill, she loves (and I mean LOVES) being taken care of and being pampered. She may seem all 'I don't need anyone, I can take care of myself' any other time, but when she's not feeling great, she likes nothing better then the feeling of people are taking care of her. I think it's because her mom never used to really take care of her when she was younger and just left her to her own devices. It's sad, really. But then Mrs. Puckett was going through a rough patch back then and is doing a lot better now. She called Sam this morning just to say good morning. Sweet, huh? I guess they're getting on a lot better now. The smile on Sam's face after she'd said goodbye to her mom this morning was so cute I almost cried. Then she told me to, and I quote, "Stop being a priss and go make me a sammich!" Lovely.
Later on, after making said 'sammich' and watching in disgust as Sam violently shoved the thing down her throat (that's what she calls eating), Freddie walked in to find Sam sprawled out on the couch buried under a heap of pillows and blankets.
"What goes on?" he started to say, before I hurriedly shushed him.
"Shhhhh! Sam's sleeping." I whisper-yelled as I pointed to the motionless heap on the couch. Freddie's eyes followed the direction of my finger and settled on the couch before they widened and flashed back to me.
"That's Sam?" he asked incredulously. And loudly. I cringed as Sam stirred and the top of her head poked out from underneath the pile of blankets. She was still half asleep when she blinked a few times and looked around the room. But her eyes shot open when she saw Freddie standing by the door looking at her. Then she turned to me.
"Who invited the nub?" she said before burying herself back in her cocoon and no doubt falling asleep seconds after. I rolled my eyes and smiled, going back to pouring myself a drink. Freddie was still confused about what he just saw. He didn't say anything, but looked at me inquisitively as he made his way to the computer on the counter to check the iCarly site.
"She's ill," I explained. "She caught my flu so now I'm taking care of her." Freddie frowned.
"But I didn't get ill." He said, still frowning.
"Oh yeah, Sam said that's because your mom's a freak and sprays you so that anything that comes within a three foot radius of you dies." I said simply. Freddie's eyes narrowed and then widened.
"She said radius?"
"Yep."
"Wow."
"I know."
"I must be immune to whatever it is you had then." Freddie concluded. "Hey, I guess that kinda makes me like Superman!" he said with a smile.
"More like Supernub." Said a muffled voice. Sam. Freddie rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at the bundle on the couch. Sam didn't respond so she must fell asleep again. Freddie chuckled and shook his head amusedly (A/N: Is that a word? I'm making it a word, okay? Okay.).
"Well," Freddie got up from his seat and logged off, "Nothing knew on the site and I gotta go. Talk to you later." He turned and smiled at the couch as he passed it before leaving us alone again.
Sam slept like that for another two hours before she started talking in her sleep. That's when you know she's really dreaming, because she starts talking. It's quite amusing actually. Mostly she was saying stuff like "ribs" and "bacon" and whatever meat product you could name. But after a while she stopped. I walked over and pushed away a few blankets so I could see her face. She was smiling. I was just about to put the covers back when she started talking again.
"…stupid Freddie." She mumbled, and then giggled quietly in her sleep. I thought she was probably dreaming about her next prank until she said something else.
"…I… love you… nub." Oh my God…
A/N: Mahaa! And there you have it. It's a bit short but it's crucial to the story and I hope you enjoyed it; it was definitely fun to write. Tell me what you thought and REVIEW! You guys are amazingly kind and I love hearing all your feedback! Here are my lovely reviewers from the last chapter!
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