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.
Oh My Gouda
I cracked open my eyes, the light shining in from the window temporarily blinding me. I winced to allow my eyes to adjust. Suddenly my eyes caught a glimpse of something brown a little too close to my face. I tried figuring out what it was, thinking of all the possibilities. Then I noticed it moving, it turned and to my surprise it was Freddie, my arms wrapped around him. I tried to pull my arms away but for some reason I couldn't. I gazed at his sleeping form, looking so peaceful. I couldn't help but think how cute he looked. What happened next took me by surprise.
"You look cute too." Freddie said, eyes still closed. I could've sworn I didn't say anything aloud. I was just thinking it, how did he know what I was thinking.
"Oh believe me I can hear you, everything you've been thinking in the past few days." Freddie said. My mind was a blur. I was trying to put the pieces together but couldn't. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of lips crashing into mine. It felt good, almost like a dream. Then I realised how wrong this whole thing was and I jerked away.
I woke up from my dream, lying on my bed, Freddie lying on his side of his bed like always, never crossing the boundary line. I heaved a sigh of relief. I was glad that it was all a dream, although a small part of me hoped it was real. I placed a hand over my eyes and sighed again, trying to calm my erratically beating heart. I still felt tired since we did a lot the previous day.
The previous night was quite eventful. Okay maybe not so much but having tasted snails for the first time made it eventful for me. Other than that we basically didn't do much. We went back to the hotel, washed up, talked to Carly online and Freddie talked to Mrs Benson, who was waiting impatiently at Carly house.
I glanced over at the clock and notice it was 8.30 in the morning. It took a few minute to sink in that we woke up late. We had planned to wake up by 7.30 so we didn't need to rush. I shook Freddie awake and jumped off the bed to my luggage to grab my clothes.
"Huh what's happening?" Freddie asked sleepily.
"We woke up late that's what." I said back before dashing into the bathroom. Okay now you would think why I'm so concerned about being late. I've been late almost my entire life and didn't care. But now, there was one factor. There was breakfast waiting for you and if you're not early, most of the food might be gone. Yeah only me, Sam Puckett can think about food first. Before I knew it I was out of the shower.
Freddie went into the shower while I waited on the bed. Once again Freddie took the longest time possible to shower. I glanced at the clock again. It was already 9 and my stomach was starting to growl. I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Freddie what's taking so long?" I shouted.
"Sam don't worry, so we woke up late big deal, it's not the end of the world." He replied from the bathroom.
"Well, I'm getting hungry. I'm heading down first, you can catch up with me once you're done." I said, grabbing my stuff.
"Yeah sure."
I exited the bedroom and crossed the big hall towards the door. I left the room and walked down the hallway towards the lift lobby. When I reached the lobby, I pressed the elevator button like a hundred times, as if by pressing it more times, the elevator would quicken its pace. Suddenly I realised I forgot my phone. I knew that I wouldn't be calling anyone but I felt I needed my phone with me. I feel insecure without it. I walked back up the hallway back to our suite.
I push in the card key into the slot and opened the door. I headed straight for the bedroom. I opened the door and screamed. Now more than ever I wished that I just forgot about it. Freddie was in the midst of pulling up his boxers when I walked in. Talk about perfect timing. I closed the door and placed my hand over my eyes. Although the door was closed, it was instinct to cover my eyes.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry Freddie." I shouted. I suddenly felt the door handle pulled away from my hand, meaning that the door was opened. My hands were still over my eyes.
"You can open your eyes now Sam" Freddie said and I did so. He already had his pants on and was pulling on a button up shirt.
"You know you should really lock the door." I said, trying to break the awkward silence.
"How was I to know you would come back and walk in right when I was…" I interrupted.
"Ah ah ah, I don't need an instant replay in my head. I get the picture." I said.
"Oh don't pretend you didn't like what you saw." Freddie said with a smirk.
"What?" I couldn't believe what he just said.
"Hey I've been working out okay." Freddie said and acted like those professional bodybuilders, doing different posses.
"Whatever." I said before grabbing my phone, walking out the room and out into the hallway.
I took the elevator down to the dining area, trying at all not to think about what I just saw. I reached the area and picked up a plate, putting various food items onto it before proceeding to my table. I stared at it for a while. My mind was still hectic. Okay so maybe he did look a little hot but… oh my god did I just say the H word about Freddie? I shook my head and went to the food. I picked up what was Gouda cheese. I have never tasted Gouda and since all the other cheeses were finished, I decided to take it.
After devouring most of my food I see Freddie walk into the area to get his food. He looked around the hall and finally spotted me and walked over. He sat down not saying a word. I couldn't help but eye him up and down. I guess he saw me because whenever I did, a smirk would appear on his face. Oh my god, he's never going let this one go.
We went to a few museums, each one more boring than the next. Comparing to the Louvre museum, those were nothing. I was starting to feel bored and it showed on my face.
"Bored?" Freddie asked. I nodded as we walked down the street. "Well I promise no more museums. The next place we're going is anything but dull."
I raised an eyebrow. I could sense the mischief in his voice. We stopped outside a sort of wooden entrance. To my surprise we were actually going in there.
"Don't worry I know where we are." He said. I followed him. Before I knew it we were heading down some kind of stone stairway. I was starting to feel uncomfortable with the whole keeping a secret from Sam thing Freddie was doing.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"These my dear Sam, are the catacombs of Paris. A must see when you're in Paris." He said.
"Catacombs? Aren't those like haunted or something." I asked.
"Um… maybe." He said once again that smirk across his face. As we descended further into the catacombs, the hairs on my neck started to rise. I was never one to be afraid of ghosts but the place was just spooky. I was surprised with Freddie though. He was always the one who was scared but he seemed so calm now.
He reached the bottom only to see, rows of tunnels. But it wasn't the various tunnels that caught my attention but what were on their walls. Covering almost every inch of wall were human skulls.
"Are those real?" I asked.
"Of course they are." he said like it was nothing. We walked though the labyrinth of tunnels. There was an eerie feel that hung in the air. Without thought, I held on to Freddie's arm. Now I'm wondering if the whole point of this was to get me to willingly hold his hand. Apparently it's working. The place was simply creepy.
I felt that Freddie hands were sweaty. I wondered why.
"Are you scared too?" I asked, on the verge of laughing.
"What? Me scared? No…me…no." he said. Anyone could tell the nervousness in his voice.
"Ha you are scared."
"So, you are too." He said.
"But I didn't plan on coming here. The only reason you wanted to come here was so I would hold you." I said. He didn't reply but his face turned a bright crimson colour. I held his arms tighter when there was a cold breeze that blew past me. "Now can we get out of here?" I asked.
"Will you still hold my hand when we're out?"
"Fine." I knew that if I said no, we would never get out so I complied. I had to admit, he sure is persistent if he was willing to be scared out of his mind just to get me to hold his hand.
A/N: Did you like it. I sure did. It was fun to write. Anyway, hope you like it. Tell me what you think. Oh man I really want to go to the catacombs, it seems so cool.
oh and another crazy title. Oh My Gouda. haha i like to write those. do you like them. So far i have three crazy title, Louvre the View, What the Foie Gras and this one. More to come. Anyway please review.