iDiary

Chapter 4: Complications

Original A/N: Now that Summer is here and I am done with my "nubish" projects, I have more time for Fanfiction! Whoot :) I don't own iCarly. Anti-whoot. And, even though I said Mrs. Totters would reappear -I'm sorry to say- that comes later. I changed this chapter to make future things more suspenseful. But don't worry, some things, like the "gasp" ending, will be explained soon! :)

UPDATED A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in so long! My kitty was really sick. He stopped eating for a couple days due to a liver problem. Then he had a tube placed in his neck surgically to tube-feed him with. But a day and a half later, he threw up the tube. We almost had to put him down, but our vet was able to find a special tube that has a saline-filled ball at the end so he can't throw it up. Now my kitty- his name is Lucky by the way- is doing much better. But at first, I had to stay in my room and constantly watch over him, so I was unable to write/post. When we almost had to put him to sleep, I obviously didn't feel in the mood to write. I got him when I was 3, so I've had him for most of my life. Now that he's better, I'm writing again. :) Sorry about too many details, but I just wanted to share that with you. 3 Then, after all that trauma, some of my relatives spent a couple nights over at my house and I wasn't allowed to use the computer while they were here! Grr! But now I'm here!

Even More UPDATED A/N: My kitty is better!! Thank you to everyone who wrote left "Get Well" reviews for Lucky on my other story! What happened is the balloon inside his stomach started to dissolve and a hole was made. The tube had to be taken out. Unexpectedly, he began to eat like normal again! After a couple days of eating like normal, he is almost fully recovered! Yay! Happy News! :D

Now, we continue…

Freddie sat in his seat, bored out of his mind in his Language Arts class. The class always presented projects in alphabetical order by last name, so he was always one of the first students to present. He had already gone and was sooo bored.

He couldn't even take out his laptop to "take notes" on the presentations. Speaking of which…where was his laptop? He must have left it at home…even though he didn't remember bringing it home. But if he had forgotten to bring his laptop home, his mother would have flipped out.

Okay…so he was laptop-less and bored. With a jolt of realization, Freddie experienced a "duh!" moment. He could gaze at Sam. He sat diagonally back to her left. He could make it look like he wasn't gazing…

"Sam? Hello? Miss Puckett! Are you defacing your textbook?" Mr. Morri, the Language Arts teacher, asked Sam. Freddie tried to hide his laugh- Sam had been doodling mustaches…again.

"Answer me! Were you defacing your textbook?" Mr. Morri asked Sam, sternly.

"Would I really deface my textbook?"

"I don't know! You tell me, missy! You are avoiding my question."

"Well…define defacing." Sam said defiantly, but then understood she was pushing it, so she added, "…please."

Mr. Morri took in a deep breath, ready to scold. He opened his mouth to discipline Sam, but everyone started packing up. The rush of papers being stuffed into folders and backpacks filled the room.

It was time to leave. Mr. Morri dismissed the class, reminding them that they would continue presentations tomorrow.

Freddie waited for Carly and Sam outside the classroom, as he always did. They all had different classes second period, but they walked together anyways, splitting as they went their separate ways.

Sam came out of the classroom with a triumphant smile on her face. With much smugness, Sam bragged to Freddie, "That went very good."

"You mean, that went very well?" Freddie corrected.

"Don't be a grammar freak!"

"What do you mean by "that went very good"?" Freddie asked, ignoring Sam's insult.

"My plan."

"What plan?" Carly asked, joining Sam and Freddie.

"I was up next to present, so I created a diversion. Now I'll go tomorrow."

"I'm surprised you memorized your place alphabetically." Carly said, jokingly.

"I'm surprised you knew the word diversion, and used it correctly." Freddie laughed.

"Alright, you guys! I can be smart sometimes! Just because I don't want people to classify me as a geek, like Freddie-"

"That was uncalled for!" Freddie interrupted.

"Sigh…can't you come up with any other comeback line? I could say so many things back to you right now. But, unfortunately, I have to go to art. Bye Carly, bye geek."

Freddie turned to glared at Sam, but she had already entered the art room door. Freddie looked at Carly, who was walking beside him, shaking her head and smiling.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing."

"Come on."

"Okay, it's you and Sam. You two are just too funny. If I didn't know any better, I would say you two both are lovebirds. Oh, don't give me that look, you like her more than a friend, Freddie." Freddie was stunned. How did Carly know he had feelings for Sam? Was it that obvious? And, as Carly suggested, did Sam feel the same?

Freddie was about to ask Carly not to tell Sam when she started laughing.

"Oh, you should have seen your face, Freddie! You looked like you were going to be sick! You should know I'm just teasing you! Of course you two aren't lovebirds! You two are so different and…well…it would be weird…but then again, it would be funny because you two can't get along for even five minutes, let alone start a relationship!" She continued laughing and then turned to go into her French class.

Freddie didn't know what to think of Carly's "joke". Was it a good thing or a bad thing? Well, it was a bad thing that Carly thought they wouldn't be together- but if she did, it would be all over the whole school. But it was also a good thing because Carly didn't expect him and Sam to be together…therefore she couldn't read his feelings.

Still confused and obsessing over his feelings for Sam, Freddie entered Miss Yevery's classroom.

For the second day in a row, Freddie didn't learn anything from this class- he was too preoccupied with Sam. He knew that he would embarrass himself if he continued to try to gaze at Sam and spend too much extra time with her.

He couldn't let Carly know…she would blab…and if Sam found out…he would be teased so badly. But if Sam found out and felt the same…URGH! Why did this have to be so difficult! Sam is just so…unpredictable.

By the end of the class period, Freddie had decided to "pull away" from Sam. If he could distance himself from her then nothing would happen. Nothing good, but nothing bad…

Freddie's day passed by in a confusing Sam-less blur until Ms. Brigg's class. Sam scooted her desk next to Freddie's to begin working. To his surprise, Freddie noticed that Sam had a dark blue spiral notebook she was writing in.

"Hey Sam, are you actually working?"

"Nope." Sam gave him a mischievous smile.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Uh…nothing." Freddie just rolled his eyes at her and opened his textbook. He looked up to glance at Sam and she was looking at him. He looked away immediately.

There wasn't much in the textbook on Kazakhstan. So Freddie got up out of his seat and asked Ms. Briggs if he could use her laptop.

"Ms. Briggs? May I please borrow your laptop for my research? It goes much faster if I type, and I already have all of my other information saved on my pendrive…please?"

"Well…since you are one of my best students, I'll let you use it just this once. But do not let Sam use it. And if I get it back with any problems, you will be in a LOT of trouble, okay?"

Freddie couldn't believe it- Ms. Briggs was letting him use her laptop! He thanked her and took it when she handed it to him.

Freddie took it back to his seat carefully. Sam was busy writing down something in her notebook. He leaned over to see what she was writing. He saw his name, but then she looked up at him and saw he was looking. She closed it.

"What are you writing?" He asked, curious.

"Nothing…but what did you see?"

Freddie wasn't gonna tell her that he saw his name. But what was she writing about him?"

"If you were writing nothing, then I couldn't have seen anything but nothing. Unless you were writing something more than nothing…"

"What? Stop trying to sound so smart! Just cut to the chase and tell me what you saw!"

With a jolt, Freddie realized their conversation was very similar to yesterday's…too similar…

"You have an iJournal too!"

"No I do not!"

"Yeah, you do!"

"No."

Freddie reached over to take Sam's spiral notebook. She stopped him and twisted his arm into a position that arms usually don't go into.

"Ouch!"

Ms. Briggs gave Sam a death glare, so Sam stopped.

"Sorry Freddie, but you can't look at it- no matter what it is…unless you tell me what you saw…"

"Okay, I saw my name."

"Just that?"

"Just that."

"Oh. In that case, you still can't see it."

Freddie fumed but went back to focusing on their project. He didn't get very much done.

At the end of class, 3 significant things happened. The first was that Sam ripped out one of her pages and crumpled it. She got up and tossed it in the trash. Then Ms. Briggs called Sam up to her desk to talk about her detention.

The second significant thing that happened was that Freddie took the crumpled up piece of paper from the trashcan when Sam was talking to Ms. Briggs. He hastily shoved it into his backpack before Sam could see.

The final significant thing that happened was that Ms. Briggs told Sam to bring her back her laptop. Sam took it off of Freddie's desk while Freddie was preoccupied shoving the crumpled up piece of paper into a safe place in his backpack. Sam gave Ms. Briggs back her laptop, but also Sam gave Ms. Briggs Freddie's pendrive- it was still in the side of the laptop. Of course Sam did this unknowingly, but nevertheless, it was in Ms. Briggs's hands now…

Freddie was ready to leave the classroom. He had forgotten about his pendrive, and was thinking about the crumpled up piece of paper inside his backpack. What if Sam had wrote that she felt the same? Then he would be able to tell her! But what if she had written something like "Freddie is such a moron." What then?

Freddie knew that his previous plan had been stupid. He couldn't avoid Sam! What was he thinking? He couldn't stand the class periods that he didn't share with her, how could he ignore her in the ones he shared with her?

Freddie was glad that lunch was next; more Sam time. Ms. Briggs said that the class was dismissed. Freddie ran out the door, trying to get to the cafeteria before Sam did. He was going to buy her lunch. In the line he took two lunch trays. Sam's had more food on it than his.

At the end of the lunch line, the lady told him that he couldn't take two trays.

"This is for my friend. She forgot money today, so I'm paying for her." Freddie lied. He was stunned that he had done so many bad things lately…but you do crazy things when you're in love- and Sam was law-defying too…so maybe his subconscious was making him act more like Sam…

He headed to the table he, Sam and Carly usually sat at. No one else was there yet, but he was early so he didn't worry. Carly came over to the table and sat down.

"Why do you have two trays?"

"Oh, Sam asked me to buy lunch for her because she-"

"That's odd…" Carly interrupted. "Sam told me she wasn't feeling well and was going to go to the clinic…"

"Well I guess we can split this food."

"I can't eat all that!"

Freddie sighed. Just when he wanted to see Sam, she disappeared. He absentmindedly listened to Carly talk about iCarly and school work…and possibly some other things but he didn't really listen.

All he could concentrate on was how he could get away from Carly and check on Sam in the clinic. Lunch, which usually went by so fast, was taking forever.

"And that would be a great new segment, huh?"

Not listening, just vaguely aware of her presence, Freddie agreed. Carly was suspicious that he wasn't listening and decided to have some fun with him.

"Don't you love Ms. Brigg's class?"

"Uh-huh."

"Don't you think that Gibby's sweater vest is the coolest?"

"Yep."

"Are you not listening?"

"Sure."

"Do you like Sam?"

"Yeah."

"Well that's good because I have a plan to get you two together."

"Yep…wait, did you say Sam?" Freddie asked, confused. Carly just laughed at him and took a bite of the "mashed potatoes".

After an almost agonizing 15 more minutes, Freddie made an excuse to leave the lunchroom a little early. There wasn't much time left, class started in 6 minutes, but it was enough to find Sam. He walked as fast as he could down the hallway, not wanting to get caught running.

He turned the nearest corner, going past his locker. All of a sudden, his world was destroyed. He stared in disbelief and somehow managed to stop his mouth from gaping. In the hallway- laughing and holding hands- were Sam and Jake!

A/N: Oh! A cliffhanger! Why were Sam and Jake holding hands? It will be explained next chapter, in which we hear Sam's clinic visit. Poor Freddie- just when he thought he had a chance with Sam, he lost it! Please tell me what you think of this chapter. I had it written down in a notebook and then I lost it. (Another delay!) This is just what I remember. I hope I got everything significant and it makes sense. Remember: Carly has the laptop and Ms. Briggs has the pendrive. Next chapter will deal with both of them. Thank you for reading this even thought I took so long!!

With all my purple fuzzleness,

the-purple-fuzzle