Hey guys! I am back at last! So sorry about the long wait, I am currently in the middle of my GCSE's and I have been revising like nobody's business. Thank you to all those who wished me good luck for my exams, it was much needed! Thankfully, I think I smashed my English test! But then I somehow managed to get from advising my head teacher (principal for all you American peeps :D) the importance of fun within school, to talking about sponges? Actual sponges. We'll see how that goes on results day LOL. Before I start this chapter, I want to say a massive thank you to the 72 REVIEWERS for last chapter! You guys are awesome! Someone did point out to me, I forget who it was, that I have a lot of typos in my work. Thank you for pointing that out to me, whoever you are, because it is very true, I'm a bit of an idiot! No seriously, I never spell things wrong when I write with a pen but I always type too fast for the keyboard to keep up with! And I hate reading through my work because where's the fun in that? Kinda feels like school when I proof read. So, I decided I would like to have a beta reader. Only thing is, I have no idea how to get one. If anyone is feeling helpful and knows how to do this, please PM me about it? It is very much appreciated! I shall try my best with this chapter. Don't forget to follow me on twitter (at)illuminouslove !
Disclaimer: I doubt I would be able to own iCarly and do my GCSE's at the same time to be quite honest.
Previously on iPause:
"Okay, if you won't wait for them sort it out, then I guess I can't stop you." He stated. Wait a minute… Clearly Freddie was still highly freaked out, and it was going to take quite a while for him to act normally around me again, let alone Sam. And earlier I said that Sam was a private thinker. She's going to notice Freddie acting different. She won't say anything though, but it will be on her mind. It'll eat at her until she loses patience and we all know Sam has the shortest fuse known to man. She'll be forced to confront it.
"SPENCER, YOU'RE A GENIUS!" I screamed in delight, Spencer jumping a little at my sudden outburst before flashing me another smug look.
"Eh, so I've been told." He quipped nonchalantly.
"Told by who?" I questioned.
"People."
"What people?"
"People people."
"There's no such thing as people people-"
"I'm very special in my own way!" Spencer cried, picking up his gloop from earlier and running to his room. I shook my head and chuckled before making my way back to the couch and plopping down on the cushions. I thought through everything that had happened recently. Every single piece of new information was being processed in the back of my mind. These next few days will be… different. That's for sure. I'm sorry Sam but get ready for the torture 'cause it's heading your way at full speed.
Chapter 11:
At long last.
Carly's POV
So, I had slept on my plan and had decided that it was the best way forward. There was simply no other way to get Sam to realise her feelings for Freddie. I honestly couldn't believe I had to resort to lying and meddling with my best friends just because they were too stubborn to do anything themselves. Even after I had said no more secrets! I felt like such a hypocrite. But I put that thought to the back of my mind when Sam trudged down the stairs at about eleven in the morning to find me frying some bacon over the stove. Her sleepy blue eyes lit up at the sight as she grinned and made her way over to the island and sat down on the stool.
"I thought I could smell bacon! But then I did dream that I was eating bacon… hey, do you reckon I'm psychic?" she mused playing with a strand of her perfectly curled golden hair. How does that work? Sam just wakes up and her hair is perfect and I have to spend at least forty-five minutes on mine every morning and it still doesn't look as good as that! I laughed at her previous question and placed the now perfectly cooked bacon on a plate for Sam and handed it to her.
"No Sam, you always dream about bacon." And certain tech producers…
"This is very true." Sam replied, with her mouth full of a whole strip of bacon she had just tried to devour in one go. Sam was relaying all the delicious details of her latest bacon dream to me when who should walk through the door by none other than Mr. Fredward Benson. He stopped at the sight of Sam, who I had only just realised was wearing her blue pajama shorts and a red tank top still, obviously not bothering to get dressed before coming downstairs. Freddie's eyes were wide as Sam stared him back in the face, expecting him to say something. Freddie then proceeded to look everywhere else but Sam as he shifted uncomfortably before resting his sights on me. It was then when I realised that I had to put my plan into action then and there. I smiled as flirtatiously as possible, flashing my lashes at him. Freddie's eyes only got wider and he looked away again, finding a sudden interest in the lamp by the couch. Sam, confused at Freddie's reaction, turned her head to see me looking at Freddie with the same expression on my face. The bacon fell from her mouth in surprise and she whipped her head between me and Freddie a couple times before freezing and staring off into the middle distance. I had to get her attention back.
"Hey Freeeeddie." I chirped happily, jumping off of my stool and going to stand unnaturally close to the nervous boy by the door. Sam snapped back into reality and she frowned as I looped my arm with his. Freddie stiffened and cringed at my touch.
"What's the matter?" I said in a caring tone, "Did you have a nightmare?" I asked gently, aware that Sam was now burning a hole in my head with her gaze.
"I'm hoping I still am…" Freddie mumbled to himself.
"What was that?"
"I said I'm going to fix the B-cam." Freddie said louder as he tugged himself free of my grip and dashed up the stairs, no doubt locking himself in the studio. Sam was looking at me incredulously.
"Care to explain?" she asked in annoyance. Not yet Sam, you're nowhere near close.
"What?" I questioned, acting as if nothing unusual had ever happened. Sam frowned deeper and shook her head, dismissing the subject, the frown never leaving her face.
Later that day, Freddie had decided that he'd milked his time in the studio long enough and cautiously made his way down the stairs, a wary look in his features. His face relaxed when he saw Sam sitting upside-down, fully-clothed, on the couch watching the latest MMA fight. He smiled and went to sit on the chair nearest the door to watch the fight with her, not noticing me sitting at the island again sipping my lemonade that nobody but me seems to like. Sam looked at him and smiled, acknowledging that he was there and she was okay with that before turning her head back to the fight on the screen. I stared at Freddie for a few minutes before he seem to feel it and looked over to me, by which point I was wearing my flirt-with-Freddie face and ready for another phase of my incredibly flawless master plan (sarcasm much?). Freddie immediately switched from content to uncomfortable again under my stare, shifting in his seat a little. Sam noticed the movement and looked to him, taking in his uncomfortable expression with curiosity as she followed his gaze, her curious look changing into a look of annoyance as she discovered that the source of Freddie's discomfort was in fact me. She 'hmph-ed' in disapproval as she directed her attention back to the screen and folded her arms over her chest, whilst still being upside down. This better work after all this hullabaloo. Yes, I said hullabaloo.
The rest of the day went pretty smoothly, with my flirtatious glances and coy smiles thrown in every now and again to keep up my façade. I've recently realised that it's hard trying to pretend to be in love with your best friend. I can't even begin to imagine how Sam has gone about acting like she's not in love with Freddie. But her act was rapidly dropping as she grew increasingly more annoyed by my sudden advances. Each time I saw her glaring at me, sometimes more confused than annoyed. Occasionally I would catch her looking at Freddie, studying his reactions to my looks and smiles. The discomfort in him seemed to confuse her, as if she thought that he wouldn't react like that towards me. That would only happen if he wanted me to be 'in love' with him. Sam still thinks Freddie is in love with me! How could she be so blind? There is a difference between infatuation and love. Freddie was infatuated with me. He's in love with Sam! Why can't she see that? I see that! Anyone could tell that just by the way Freddie looks at Sam. It was getting late and I needed to throw in my last attempt for Sam before the night ended. I'm going to feel horrible about this.
I poured out the last glass of the most amazing fruit juice you will ever taste in your life. Spencer got it from Socko's cousin, I forget her name but knowing Socko's family, it probably has something to do with juice. Anyway, Sam and Freddie are in love with the stuff and this was a sure-fire way to cut right through Sam's little act.
"Hey, I got you a drink, your favorite!" I called out from the island as I picked up the cup and walked over to the couch. Sam smiled and lifted her hand to take it.
"Thanks Carls tha-" She stopped abruptly when I walked straight past her and handed the drink to a wide eyed Freddie, whose eyes were flickering between me and Sam. I glanced behind me to see Sam's shocked face glaring at me. It definitely worked. Sam was angry now. Freddie took the drink from me and set it down in front of Sam.
"You have it, I have to go… home?" he said, unsure of what was about to happen yet not really wanting to be there to witness it. He gave one more parting look to the angry Sam on the couch before bolting out the door.
There was a moment of silence before-
"What the HECK do you think you're doing?" Sam exploded, jumping up from the couch and squaring up to me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked somewhat innocently. Sam didn't like that.
"You know what I'm talking about! How could you do that?" Oh no, she's found out.
"I'm sorry Sam I-"
"You know, its one thing to keep rejecting the boy but now you're playing mind games with him?" Okay, so maybe she doesn't know.
"I mean, that's just cruel, and I don't care if you're suddenly in love with Freddie, I am NOT going to let you mess around with him! He doesn't deserve it!" she cried, pacing around the couch as she stated her point. She thinks I'm actually in love with him and she's not jealous. She's protecting him.
"Why do you care?" I threw in, hoping to catch her off guard and make her ask that question of herself. Her immediate reaction was to say "I don't care!" but the look on her face told me otherwise.
"Yes you do care Sam. You care a lot." I said calmly, moving closer to her frozen state and placing a comforting hand on her arm. She looked at me briefly before returning her gaze to the floor.
"Why is that Sam? Why do you care?" I encourage her softly, yet she remained stiff in her thoughts.
"Is it because he's your best friend? Or because you care about him more than you're letting on?" I continued, eager to get something, anything out of her. She looked even more frightened when I said this so I knew I was getting close.
"Maybe because you like him more than just best friends?" I tried again, this time Sam was shaking her head slightly, as if fighting the realisation.
"It's okay if you're in love with him Sam." I comforted, knowing that she wouldn't like it.
"N-No. You're the one who's… in love with him. Not me?" Sam started, ending with a question. I nodded at her knowingly.
"I'm not in love with him Sam. I had to do it. I had to make you see." Sam was on the brink of tears by now. It was hard for her to admit her feelings since she's always been so closed up. Now that she finally sees them, she's ashamed of it.
"You mean you're not…?" I shook my head in response before she finished her sentence. She let her hands fall to her sides and a blank expression took over her features.
"Oh my God, Carls…" she said, not believing her own thoughts. She has to say it out loud. That's the only way to make it real for herself.
"It's okay, Sam. You can say it." I encouraged.
"Carly. I'm in love with him." She said in a barely audible whisper. It wasn't enough.
"Who Sam? Who are you in love with?" I asked. Sam blinked a few times and shook her head as if to clear it. She looked at me dead in the eye.
"Freddie." She whispered. "I'm in love with Freddie."
And there you have it! I hope you enjoyed chapter eleven of iPause! Not much Seddie interaction but it is still a very crucial chapter. Thank you once again to all my lovely reviewers and don't forget to follow me on twitter (at)illuminouslove. And anyone feeling helpful and who knows all about it, please PM me about the beta-ing. It would be much appreciated! But for now, I bid you good night!
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