iJe T'aime
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly
A/N: Okay so here's the next chap of iJe T'aime. I would like to apologise for the many typos in the previous chapter. i was in a rush and didn't have time to read it through. when i came back and wanted to edit it, fanfiction was down for a few days so i couldn't. i have recieved reviews saying why is the update taking so long so i decided to do it now. Enjoy.
Guilt
"What what!" Freddie shouted running into the room. He looked over at Sam when she didn't say anything. Her face was blank and seemed to be staring into space. He surveyed the room only to realise what it is that got Sam screaming.
In the middle of the huge room, was not two single beds as he had requested but a large king size bed. He looked through the corner of his eyes to see what Sam was doing. He saw her glaring at him, face burning with fury. He smiled nervously before Sam pounced on him.
"Sam, listen to me, I can explain!" Freddie yelled as Sam pinned him to the ground.
"Explain? What is there to explain? I know you planned this, you sick pervert." Sam yelled, resisting Freddie's struggle to free himself. Freddie was amazed that even though she was extremely tired, she still had a lot of strength.
"I didn't plan this." Freddie defended himself.
"If you didn't then who did."
"I booked for a room with two single beds. The hotel must have screwed up." Freddie said.
"Well call the front desk and ask them for a change of room." Sam commanded before pushing herself off of Freddie. Freddie got up and walked over to the phone while Sam went into the bathroom.
Freddie picked up the phone and dialled for the front desk. Around two seconds later, the receptionist picked up the phone.
"Concierge." The man said.
"Yeah hi, I'm calling from room 513 and I requested to have two separate beds. Not a single bed." Freddie said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, shall I check if there are any other rooms which are vacant that have two beds?" he asked.
"Yes that would be very helpful." Freddie mocked through the phone. He couldn't stand that he was so cheery when Freddie was fuming. Okay he wasn't that unhappy with the situation but the fact that Sam got angry with him. In the background, Freddie could hear the sound of tapping on a keyboard. He waited by the phone and heard the bathroom door open. Finally the man spoke again.
"I'm sorry sir but that is the last room we have." He said apologetically.
"Oh if that's the case…" he looked into the room to see Sam taking stuff out of her bag. He sighed and figured he would have to take the heat from Sam later. "Then forget about it then." Freddie said into the phone.
"Okay sir, please feel free to call out desk if there is any pro…" Freddie had hung up before the man was done talking. He took a deep breath and walked into the room. He stood at the entrance leaning on the door frame. Sam looked up to him.
"Well, can we change rooms?" Sam asked.
Freddie shook his head. "This is the last room they have." Sam gave an exasperated sighed and closed her eyes, composing her anger.
"Why did you have to choose this hotel?" Sam asked.
"Well…firstly, this was the only hotel with vacancy. Every other hotel is full. Secondly, I figured you wouldn't want to lug you bag around until 1 in the afternoon and this hotel was the only one that allowed for early check-in."
Sam stood there, thinking about what he said. Even when he was planning stuff, he always thought about her first. No one has ever done that before, not even Carly so she felt good. But she wasn't going to tell him that.
"Well…I'm not sharing a bed with you." Sam stated. She couldn't bring herself to insult him even though it was her first intention.
"Don't worry, I've already thought about it and you can have the bed, I'll sleep on the couch." Freddie said before turning to walk out of the room. Sam sat there on the bed. "There he goes again with the whole self-sacrificial thing. Ughh, it's making me feel guilty." Sam thought to herself. She got up and walked out of the room, seeing Freddie on the couch flipping through the channels on the flat screen. She sat down on the couch beside him. He didn't take his eyes off the television.
"So…What are we doing today?" Sam asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Nothing." He said.
"Nothing?" I pressed.
"Look, I knew you were going to be tired from the flight, so I planned the first day to be resting so we have enough energy for the upcoming days." Freddie said. He was still frustrated with the hotel. He actually wanted this day to be free of fighting with Sam but because of the whole bed thing, they fought thus killing his dreams of a perfect day.
"Okay well, I'm going for a shower, and then I'm going to bed." Sam said. Freddie simply nodded and went back to flipping through the channels
Sam walked into the room and closed the door. She leaned against the door and slid to the floor. "He did it again. Putting me before himself. Argh, I hate the feeling of guilt." She thought to herself before pulling herself up and proceeding to the bathroom.
Sam fell asleep quickly after the shower but Freddie woke her up at 2 for lunch. He had ordered some room service and they brought some food. The meal was pretty quiet as Sam felt guilty and talking to him only made her feel worse. Soon she was back in the room. Though she was tired, she couldn't sleep. She turned the television on and laid in bed flipping through the channels. Almost every channel was in French and she couldn't understand a single word.
She finally stumbled upon MTV, which although the talking was in French, thank heaven the music was not. She left it on that channel. She looked at the clock and it was almost 4 in the afternoon. She could hear the tv in the living room where Freddie was. She kept falling in and out of sleep.
When she woke up again, the tv was off and the blanket was pulled over her. She could've sworn she wasn't using the blanket when she was awake and the tv was on. She then knew that Freddie had come in and tuck her in, so to speak. She sat there, pondering.
She couldn't take it anymore. "Ah heck it, Freddie has made so many sacrifices for me. Why not I do one little one for him." Sam thought. She got out of bed and walked into the living room. the tv was on but Freddie was on his laptop. He however was not moving at all. His head was against the back of the sofa. Sam inched closer to him and suddenly heard a slight snore.
She chuckled to herself before walking up to him. He was fast asleep on the couch, mouth hanging open. Sam took the laptop off his lap and placed it on the table. She then went into the room to grab a pillow. She walked up to him. She stood over him for a second before smacking him in the face with the pillow. He woke up with a snort and Sam couldn't hold in a laugh.
"What? What happened?" Freddie said rubbing his eyes. Sam was still laughing but finally composed herself. Freddie eyed her, confused by her sudden urge to harm him. Sam slowly stopped laughing.
"The couch isn't comfortable." Sam said. Freddie raised his eyebrow, unsure what she meant by that. "The bed is more comfortable, you would get a better night sleep." Sam said.
Freddie's eyes widened. "Wait are you saying I can sleep on the bed?" Freddie asked.
"It's a big bed. As long as you don't cross the line I'm fine with it." Sam said.
"Um thanks Sam. That's really…sweet." Freddie said before turning off his laptop and proceeding to the room to put his stuff in there. Sam followed behind him helping him with some of his stuff.
"Now remember, no crossing the middle line." Sam said before climbing back into bed. Now that the guilt has been lifted off her chest, she felt she could finally get some good sleep.
"Yes your majesty." Freddie said and climbed into bed as well.
A/N: Okay, did you like that. Hope it wasn't too boring. I'm still having trouble with the itinerary for paris. Sorry about that but I haven't been there in a long time. Anyway, hope you liked it and please review.