iJe T'aime
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly
A/N: Okay so here's the next chap of iJe T'aime. Sam's POV. Hope you enjoy it.
Paris
I opened my eyes only to find that the sun had finally risen outside the window. The streams of light filled the cabin, illuminating the white walls. I turned to my left noticing a sleeping Freddie beside me, leaning towards the isle, mouth agape. I arched my back trying to straighten out my body which felt as stiff as a plank of wood. Trying to wake my sleeping legs up, I tried standing up. They wobbled under the weight but finally composed themselves enough so I could walk around.
I looked around the cabin noticing that it was empty besides me and Freddie. Instincts told me to stay put and forget about it but curiosity got the better of me. I walked onto the isle and proceeded to the dividing curtain between the first class and coach seats. I pulled the curtains away to reveal something that I had never dreamt I would see.
The entire place was deserted. There wasn't a single person in their seats. I rubbed my eyes, hoping that it was a trick of sleepy eyes. But still, the cabin remained empty. Slowly I began to panic. I ran back to Freddie shouting his name as I ran. The isle seemed to stretch forever. I finally reached the seat but to my horror, found Freddie also missing. I stood rooted there. My mind trying to pieces together the mystery.
Suddenly, a glint of light shone in from the window, temporary blinding me. I shielded my eyes as the tried to focus on the outside scenery. The bright light slowly faded to show a mass off blue. As I continued staring I noticed that it was actually the ocean and we were dangerously close to it. The plane was crashing and impact was mere seconds away. I stared in shock as the plane descended at an alarming rate and just before it hit the water I shut my eyes and braced for impact.
The next thing I knew, light coming in from the window was blinding me. My hand instantly pulled down on the window shade. For a slight second, there was something weighing down on my head. I looked up just in time to see it was only Freddie's head pulling away from its spot on mine.
"Hey are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" I retorted, still trying to figure out what just happened.
"Well for one thing, you're perspiring and when you woke up, you jumped, by the way, causing me to bite my tongue." As Freddie said those words, I realised it was all a dream.
"Um yeah just a nightmare. And serves you right for putting your head on mine." I noticed something around my shoulder and looked at it to see what it was. To my surprise, it was Freddie's arms still locked around me. I then remembered the night before when I got sca…got scar…ah you get the picture. I'm not saying it out loud, even it is in my head. I wondered if we slept like that throughout the night. He saw me staring at his arm and I shot him a glare.
"Well I woke up like this but I didn't move cuz I was afraid you would wake up." he explained.
"Uh huh, likely story." I said before throwing his arm back to him.
"You sure you're okay. You look kind of pale." Freddie asked.
"Yeah I'm fine just a little freaked out." I could now feel the beads of sweat on my forehead. Suddenly a stewardess appeared beside Freddie and offered us hot towels. I gladly took it and wiped my face with it. The heat felt good against my skin. It made the last traces of tiredness disappear from me. I sat there with the towel placed on my face and leaned back.
I calmed myself down and before I knew it the towel was yanked off my face by Freddie and handed back to a passing stewardess.
"So how long till we land?" I asked Freddie.
"Around and hour and a half more." He said.
I was glad that the flight was finally almost over but instead of feeling relieved, my stomach had a strange feeling. The uncomfortable feeling grew and it felt weird. Suddenly, the feeling erupted, letting out a loud grumble. My wide eyes shot to Freddie and the passengers across the isle. Aside from Freddie, no one else was staring at me.
"Wow I thought that was loud enough for everyone to hear." I said. He laughed before starting to talk.
"I think their serving breakfast soon. Won't be long now." He said and as if on cue, a stewardess pushing a trolley walked out from behind the curtain. "See I told you." He said and shot me a smirk.
I would have shot one back except for the fact that my entire attention was taken up by the oncoming food. The stewardess finally reached our row after what seemed like forever and placed two trays of food on the pull out table. I stared at the plate and analysed what they were serving.
There was a huge croissant on the plate surrounded by what seemed like an assortment of different cheeses and other meat products such as bacon strips and my favourite, ham. In a bowl next to it was a simple salad. I slit a hole in the pastry and stuffed it with the various ingredients. I took a huge bite, and chewed as I let my hunger take control.
"Whoa Sam, slow down. No need to rush." Freddie said just starting to work on his croissant sandwich.
"Oh sorry. Force of habit, too hungry." I said with a full mouth. Freddie chuckled and picked up something from his plate and placed it on mine. Puzzled I looked down on my plate and saw two slices of ham and then looked up at him.
"Take it. You need it more than I do." Freddie said before taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Um thanks?" I said. I was still not used to Freddie being so nice to me. Oaky maybe he was also nice to everyone but I just started realising that. I always thought of him as the dork who loved electronics and Carly. But spending the past few hours with him has finally made me realise that he is really a great guy. I wouldn't say that he is definitely the guy for me but I can't help but like him more now. Only time will tell now.
After we were done eating, a stewardess who was a little too perky to my liking came by and collected the trays. The grin plastered on her face seemed to be stuck in that position. Perhaps that's the drawback of working as a stewardess, you lose control of your facial expressions. The seatbelt sign was turned on soon after as the plane was finally starting to land. Passengers took their seats while I opened the window shade to have a last look at the white clouds outside.
After finally getting out of the plane, we collected our luggage and soon proceeded to the entrance. I had no idea where we were going since it was Freddie who was planning everything. I followed at his heels until we reach the front entrance of the airport which name I couldn't remember.
When the front doors opened, the fresh outside air blew onto my skin. The cool air felt good on my skin and I closed my eyes to take everything in. The sounds and the smells of a foreign country. I stood there was what seemed like a moment just breathing and being relieved that I was back on solid ground. Suddenly something pulled me from my thoughts. I opened my eyes to see Freddie walking away signalling me to follow.
"C'mon Sam. I'm sure you don't want to get lost here." He said before proceeding to the nearest cab. I hurried to catch up with him and we got into the cab. We stuffed our luggage into the trunk and got into the back seat. Freddie spoke to the driver in French. Now more than ever I wished I took French in school so I knew where we were going. The cab took off, towards the city.
We drove onto a highway limiting my view of paris. The low hum of the taxi made me drowsy. The horrible sleep on the plane didn't do me good. I soon fell asleep in the cab.
"Hey Sam, wake up were here." Freddie said shaking me awake. I opened my eyes and sluggishly exited the cab. We grabbed our bags and entered the hotel. I looked around the lobby through half closed eyes. My eyes drifted to the clock on the wall to see it was around 9.30 in the morning. I proceeded to the counter with Freddie. While he conversed with the man, I couldn't help but start to fall asleep again. I put my head on Freddie's shoulder before closing my eyes.
I could hear the conversation between Freddie and the concierge change from French to English.
"Okay Mr Benson. You're room is ready. You and your wife can proceed there now. Here's the key." The man said in a very strong French accent. I was too tired to even glare at him for the wife comment so I let it slip.
"Sam wake up, you can sleep upstairs." I complied without argument. We tooK the elevator up to the fifth floor and walked down the hallway to our room. Freddie fumbled with the card key and opened the door. It was a huge room, like a suite. I didn't bother examining the place. Sleep first, check out the room later I said to myself. I scanned to room and saw a door that looked like the bedroom door.
I trudged slowly to the room pulling my bag behind me. I opened the door and my eyes widened. I dropped my bag on the floor causing a loud thud. Followed by a scream coming from my throat. Freddie came running towards me.
A/N: Okay cliffy. Hope you like it. Try to guess why she screamed, it's very obvious. Anyways yeah, glad many people like this story. Please review.