iJe T'aime
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly
A/N: Okay so here's the next chap of iJe T'aime. Okay, I felt I had to say this. I know this story seems like purely fluff, but please don't stop reading it because there will be drama later on in the story but I'm not going to tell you what yet. Anyway Enjoy.
What The Foie Gras
They stood there, on top of the Arc De Triomphe, looking out at Paris laid before them. The view was spectacular. Seeing the cars drive past, the sound of thousands of people around them. They could stand there forever.
"Wow, this is amazing." Sam said, not taking her eyes off the scenery.
"Yeah, it kind of makes you feel at peace doesn't it?" Freddie replied also not looking away. Sam simply nodded.
They stood there for what felt like a minute, when in fact they were there for almost half and hour. They only finally realised how long they were there when Sam's stomach growled loudly, signalling that it was dinner time.
"You hungry?" Freddie asked.
"Yeah, but I don't want to leave." Sam said.
"I know what you mean but I'm afraid if I don't get food inside of you soon, I may end up the meal." Freddie said. Sam couldn't help but laugh as Freddie led her towards the stairs. Sam turned to have one last look at the view before following Freddie down the stairs.
They got into the elevator, and it slowly descended to the ground. When the elevator door opened, the noise of tourist flooded the small area. The sound was deafening. They quickly rushed away from the confined space to avoid further hearing damage. They walked onward, proceeding to the underpass that led to the street across from them. It was suicide to try to cross the road here since there were so many cars driving there. Suddenly Freddie stopped Sam in her tracks.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. You didn't get to see this." Freddie said.
"See what?" Sam asked genuinely confused. Her hunger was all she could think of right now. The view on top the Arc seemed to have magic as for once, it made her forget about her hunger.
"Turn around." Freddie said and Sam complied, performing a hundred eighty degree turn. What stood before her was the Arc. Sam hadn't seen it yet since Freddie covered her eyes the whole way. Once again, she forgot about her hunger. She took it in. The thing was huge, much bigger than what she thought it to be. The thick pillars supporting the structure stood rooted to the ground, seemingly unmovable even in an earthquake. Sam didn't say a word but her mouth hung open.
"Speechless I see." Freddie said stepping beside Sam. Sam tried to speak but no words came out so she settled with a nod. Her stomach growl again, this time louder. It was begging for something to fill it now. "Yeah we better get going before your stomach eats itself." Freddie said pulling Sam to the underpass.
Sam followed him constantly by his left side. She stared ahead, looking down the long pathway. People were walking in both directions. She suddenly felt something warm in her hand. It wasn't the same warmth of a blanket, it felt…better. She looked down at her hand to see Freddie's hand intertwined with hers. Her eyes darted to his face which held that smirk of his. He wasn't looking at Sam but straight ahead.
"I should pull my hand away, but I figured it took him a lot of courage to try this so I'll let it slip. Besides, I like the feeling. Wait what did I just say? Oh my god…wait wasn't this trip so I figure out my feelings for him? So what's so bad about that?" Sam thought to herself and before she knew it, they were out of the tunnel.
They walked down the street passing by shop after shop. Finally they stopped in front of a restaurant called Le Magnifique. They waited at the door while a waiter came to show them to their seats. They walked in, right at the waiter's heel. Sam looked around the restaurant. There were a few couples in the restaurant and it was dimly lit, almost seeming like candlelight. The air smelt of food and it only made Sam hungrier.
They sat down at a table and the waiter handed them a menu each. Sam opened it to see that the entire menu was in French. She couldn't understand a word. Freddie who saw Sam staring at the menu with confusion spoke.
"Don't worry, I'll order. You just relax." He said. Sam looked up to him and nodded, before closing the menu and placing it on the table. The waiter returned with two glasses of ice water and asked to take their order. Sam sat there listening to the strange food Freddie was saying. She didn't know what each one was but apparently Freddie did. The waiter walked off.
"So how did you know what kind of food that we would like? I mean, I know you speak French but the names of some may not be what they are." Sam asked.
"Oh um well…" Freddie trailed, rubbing the back of his neck with hand.
"C'mon, spill." Sam pushed.
"Okay fine. My mom made me take culinary class with her okay." Freddie said before blushing. Sam however didn't think this should be something to be ashamed of.
"Wait, so you can cook?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, can you not rub it in? No one knows, except you and my mom." Freddie said. Sam wasn't trying to rub it in, she was just curious.
"Why wouldn't you tell anyone?" Sam asked.
"You know…cooking is sort of…girly." Freddie said.
"What? C'mon Dork, it is not. If it is girly, then why are some of the world's top chefs men?" Sam said. The waiter then returned placing a basket of breadsticks on the table.
"I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right. Besides, I like a man who can cook." Sam said, only later realising that she had just referred, indirectly, that Freddie was her man.
"Wait did you just…" Freddie was cut off.
"Where's the food, I'm getting hungry." Sam said. She knew what Freddie was going to ask and preferred he didn't. She put a breadstick in her mouth and quickly bit into it.
"Sam, did you just…" Once again Sam cut him off, this time however with a breadstick to his mouth.
"Hmm, these are good you should have one." She said, shoving the breadstick into Freddie mouth. Just then the waiter came with the first dish, and laid it in the middle of the table. It smelt good and Sam observed the dish. It didn't look like anything she has ever eaten so she looked up at Freddie, hoping for a description of the dish. He had already picked one up with his fork and put it in his mouth.
"You eat one first, then I'll tell you what it is." Freddie said. Sam picked up her fork and put one into her mouth. It didn't taste bad, but it did have a funny texture, unlike anything she had ever eaten. She swallowed.
"That was good. What is it?" Sam asked. Freddie gave her an evil grin.
"Well maybe you've heard of it. It's called Escargot." Freddie said. Sam thought. She had heard that before but couldn't place her finger on it.
"I've heard that before but I can't remember what it is." Sam said, putting another piece in her mouth.
"I'll give you a hint, it lives in a shell." Then Sam remembered what it was.
"Oh now I remember, it's snail…SNAIL!" Sam shouted but no one in the restaurant looked at her. Freddie burst out laughing. "Oh my god Freddie I can't believe you did that." Sam said gulping down water, trying to wash away what she had just eaten.
"Oh come on Sam, you can't tell me you didn't like it cuz you already said you did. Anyway, what's wrong? If you were thinking of eating a possum, snails should be no big deal." Freddie said, putting another in his mouth.
"Well I guess you're right. I mean it didn't taste bad or anything." Sam said.
"Well then prove it. Eat another one." Freddie challenged. Sam stared at the plate and slightly barfed. Although it didn't taste bad, just the thought of eating it wanted to make her sick, but being Sam she couldn't back down from a challenge. Sam took another and put it in her mouth.
Just then the waiter brought another dish and placed it in front of Sam. Sam swallowed the snail in her mouth and stared suspiciously at the dish in front of her. The waiter then placed another dish in front of Freddie.
"Well, I hope this doesn't contain anything gross." Sam said.
"Nah, that is called a quiche. It's a sort of egg pastry kind of thing. It's really good."
"Well what are you having?" Sam asked as she looked to his plate.
"Well this is called Ratatouille. It is prepared using summer vegetable and I figured since we're here in summer, I should try it." Freddie said.
"Yeah." Sam took a bit of her quiche and it tasted really good. "Oh and Freddie…"
"Yeah?"
"If you ever feed me snail again, I'm going to kill you."
A/N: okay, hope you liked it. I have never tasted escargot before but my friend had and he said it was good so I take his word. But I have tasted quiche and it is really good.
Anyway, I'm not really happy with this one. I felt it was a little boring and I'm sorry for the lack of seddie. Also, once again I would like to say that this story will have some drama later on so don't stop reading, please. So please review.