iDiary
Didn't See That One Coming…
A/N: Yay, I've returned! I'm sorry to say that this "update and then wait a month" pattern will probably continue due to the Holidays and all of those before the Holidays projects at school. But I have some good news! One thing is that I had my birthday, so yay! The other is that I have two more stories!
I know you're saying, "But the-purple-fuzzle, you already have enough stories to update! Plus you never update!" And I know, I'm really bad at updating, but part of the reason for that is that I've been working on these two stories. They are really long. I have several chapters complete and tons of notes. When I finish this story, I'll put one of them up and hopefully I'll have it almost done. Simple way to say it: you won't have to wait long for those stories to update since I'll have most of it up and posted. :)
No one guessed the surprise...so no virtual cakes.
I don't own iCarly. This starts off in Sam's POV. Have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Sam looked at the clock, deciding how important her presence was…not for her attendance record, but to Jake and Freddie. Well, since it was Friday, she wouldn't have a chance to see Jake tomorrow, so she would go.
She got dressed and left her room in its sorry state. She grabbed three cereal bars, but then threw them back in the box when she saw that there was better food in the fridge, though not ham. She was all ready in less than five minutes. She ran to her room and opened her top drawer and rummaged through it until she found a stretched out, lumpy sock. This was her money sock. She took out some bills and dashed out the door.
Normally she wasn't this fast in the morning, but the urgency had suddenly become real for her- taken control. She had to see Jake. She had to put things right. She liked Jake- but they could only be friends. It was complicated, but final. Jake was just her friend because she couldn't have Freddie if she had Jake. And she wanted Freddie.
Freddie, however didn't seem to want her…she had to clear things up with him. What was the meaning behind his words? Were they true? Why had he written them? It was insane how different her thoughts were compared to before her dream. She was tired of questions and hungered for answers.
She locked the door behind her and hailed a taxi. One parked beside her and she got in.
"Where to?"
"Ridgeview Middle School, the front of the building."
"Okay." There was a small pause. "Any particular reason you're late for school?"
"Not that I'd like to discuss right now." Sam answered not coldly. She just didn't want to discuss her feelings with a random taxi driver.
"That's fine. I'll have you there in five to seven minutes, depending on traffic."
"Okay." Sam sat, listening to the hum of surrounding traffic, deciding on how to "break it" to Jake. She sighed; there would be no easy way. She felt bad for him, he was innocent in this and he was gonna get hurt…
"We're here." The driver announced. Sam grabbed her backpack, paid the driver and ran up the steps. The lady from the main office was asleep at her desk, so Sam wasn't caught as she snuck into the building. The bell rang and suddenly the halls were filled with students eager to leave their present class. Sam realized that it was time for her to go to Briggs' class. Great.
She waited right outside of the door, hoping she would see Jake before Freddie. She got lucky; Jake was one of the first people to come by.
"Hey, Sam! What are you doing here?"
"I'm feeling better."
"And you came to school halfway through the day? That's not like you." He laughed.
"Yeah, well, I had some important things to do at school, not about school." She shrugged.
"You're being kinda cryptic-ish." Sam laughed at the use of his "ish".
"Yeah…I need to talk to you after class, it's important." She looked down at the ground, seemingly embarrassed.
"Okay, sure!" Jake headed into class a little eagerly…like he wanted to get it over with. Sam mentally analyzed her body language from the conversation and realized that Jake probably thought that she was gonna do the opposite of what she was really about to do. Again, great.
Freddie came around the corner and Sam hurried into class. Freddie made her nervous in the usual manner, but there was something new there, mashed into the usual array of "butterflies". It was almost a suspicious feeling…he was guilty of something…there was something going on…something. This feeling confused her. The iJournal words started replaying in her head.
She wasn't ready to act like she hadn't read those words. She hadn't buried them deep enough inside her. She would probably act like she hated him rather than teasing him or that she liked him. That would not do. So she decided to ignore him. She realized that she still liked him, but at the same time, hated him. Stupid words, stupid iJournal…
"Sam? Carly told me you were sick, why are you here?" Freddie asked before Ms. Briggs called attention to the class. Sam turned her head away from him and ignored him.
She could not- would not- look into his eyes. It would remind her of her dream. Freddie could not be pained. She would suffer alone. She was suffering because of him, but he could not suffer. It didn't make sense, but she was stubbornly determined to stick to it. She didn't want him to be hurt the way she did…deep down it was most likely denial that he really hated her.
"Sam?" He whispered. She still ignored him. She pretended to be paying attention to Ms. Briggs. It was hard, so she opened her red notebook and started doodling.
It took her a second to realize that everyone was scooting desks to work on their projects with their partners.
"Sam, what are you doing here?" Sam turned to see Gibby standing next to her. "Carly told me you were sick." What did Carly do, make an announcement over the P.A. system or hand out flyers, sheesh, even Gibby knew she had been "sick".
"None of you business; go away." Gibby was smart enough to leave.
"So you're talking to Gibby, but not to me?" Freddie asked. Sam almost slipped up and answered "Uh-huh", but she caught herself in time. She looked down at her doodle, just scribbles. She could see the initials F.B. in there, but she was sure that was only because she was looking too hard. She tore the paper and put it in the trash.
"Sam, what are you doing here?" Sam turned around to see Carly this time.
"Oh, I wasn't really sick…"
"Obviously…"
"I just didn't know if I would come to school…"
"Why?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Promise?"
"Yes." Sam rolled her eyes. "I'll come over after school and talk to you."
"Let's ankle shake on it."
"Uh, that's kinda awkward to do in front of the class and Briggs." It was then that Carly realized they were in the front of the classroom.
"Okay, after class, we shake. After school, you spill."
"Deal." Sam went back to her seat.
"Have you found any information for our project?" Freddie asked her. She didn't answer. He frowned and muttered, "But of course you wouldn't have." He opened a textbook and began writing something down. He didn't have his laptop with him.
Sam didn't really know what to do with her spare time. She knew Freddie would finish the project and make it amazing. She reopened her red notebook to a blank page in the back, past all of her doodles.
Okay, Jake…please don't get mad, but… No. Sam crossed that out.
Jake, you seemed interested in me, but I don't feel the same… No. Sam crossed that one out.
Jake, I was confused about my feelings and I've decided that I like Freddie… No. Sam sighed and crossed that one out too, making sure that the "I like Freddie" part was completely blotted out…
Freddie's POV
Freddie looked over at Sam once more. She was still writing in her notebook. He was curious…what was she writing about? It was probably just like the crumpled up piece of paper- "Freddie is oblivious to something really important". The fact that he was missing something obvious about her…
That missing part annoyed him to no end. And then her mysterious appearance…He heard Carly talking to Sam; Sam was supposed to "spill" whatever her deal was later on. And he was excluded, of course.
He'd most likely hear about it in the hallways. Carly wasn't one to confide your deepest, darkest secrets to…
"Hey Sam? I've found all of our information except for the exports. Then we need to decide on a food dish, okay?" Freddie tried to get an answer out of her to no avail. She kept on writing.
He couldn't understand what he had done wrong. He hadn't done a single thing that could offend her. He stared around the room and saw another student take out their pendrive and then it hit him- she must have read what she found on the pendrive!
The one time he left his pendrive behind, she had to find it. So that explained her behavior. She didn't know how to talk to him after reading about his feelings. So most likely, she didn't feel the same. Otherwise she would have told him that she read it and that she felt the same…
What if she didn't read it? What if she only found it? He had to find out.
"Sam?" No response. "Did you happen to find my pendrive? I left it in here awhile ago…" She stiffened and frowned, but didn't talk. She stopped writing and opened a zipper on her backpack. In her hands was his pendrive.
He reached out to grab it, but she placed it on his desk, avoiding his touch. Poor Freddie didn't know what to make of this. He sighed a "thanks" and pocketed it.
The period passed by slowly. He didn't understand Sam's reaction at all. She should be doing something other than ignoring him.
Ms. Briggs dismissed the class and Sam walked over to Carly. Carly then came over to Freddie.
"Freddie, Sam really needs to talk to me during lunch…so I was wondering if you could do me a favor and just sit with your AV club friends today?" Her eyes were doing the "For me?" thing, but it didn't affect Freddie.
"Uh, sure." Freddie gathered his stuff and headed out the door. Instead of heading to the cafeteria however, he headed towards the clinic. He needed Mrs. Totters now more than ever. As he left, he saw Sam and Jake walking together, talking. Today just couldn't get any better…
A/N: Just wanted to interrupt and make things clear: Freddie thinks Sam is acting weird because she read his real iJournal. He has no idea about the version Sam actually read. And he thinks his mom has his laptop, but Carly has it. Okay?
"Hello Freddie! It's been awhile since your last visit. Sam sure took quite awhile to tell you."
"Tell me what?" Freddie asked Mrs. Totters as he closed the clinic door behind him. There was no one else in the clinic.
"Didn't Sam tell you to come visit me?"
"No."
"That's odd. I guess she forgot. I told her last visit for her to tell you to come in. I wanted to see how things were going, sweetie."
"Not so well…" Freddie sat down on one of the chairs in front of the cots. "Sam's ignoring me for no reason at all."
"No reason at all?"
"Not that I know of…well actually, there is one possibility…"
"Go on, dear."
"Sam might have read my journal that I have on my pendrive, which explains all of my feelings for her. And she's not saying anything to me, and she's turning her head away…like I don't exist."
"Why do you think she might have read your journal, honey?"
"I left my pendrive behind in class and when I asked her if she'd seen it, she handed it back to me."
"So if she read your journal, then she would know exactly how you feel…and yet she doesn't do anything about it?"
"Exactly! And that's why I came here. I don't understand it."
"I'm sorry to say, sweetie, that I don't understand her actions either."
"How can you not understand? You're, well, you!" Mrs. Totters chuckled at Freddie's outburst.
"I may posses a certain…intuitiveness that others do not, but I am still a person, confined to the limits of uncertainty."
"You know I don't understand anything you just said."
"To put it simply- you're missing a piece of the puzzle. Without that piece, I cannot guess at any future possibilities or courses of action."
"Well that's kinda depressing." Freddie stated bluntly. If Mrs. Totters didn't know what to do, then there was nothing to do.
"Send Sam my way and I'll talk to her, try to figure something out."
"Okay." Freddie sighed. "I guess I'll go tell her now. I've been banned from the lunch table today because Sam has to tell Carly something really important that I can't hear."
"Although eavesdropping hardly ever works out for the best, I would suggest that anything you can accidentally overhear would only benefit you. Okay, hon?"
Freddie smiled, understanding. "Thanks, Mrs. Totters." He left the clinic to hear her reply, "You're welcome, dear."
Freddie tried to approach the lunch table without Carly or Sam noticing, but Carly stopped talking before he could hear anything.
"Freddie's coming over here." She warned. Sam didn't turn around to even look at him.
Freddie sat down in the chair besides Sam, earning a glare from Carly, but still no response from Sam. He told Sam that she was wanted in the clinic. She got up in a rush and left.
"Can you please tell me what's going on?" Freddie pleaded.
"Nope, sorry. I promised and ankle-shaked that I would keep my mouth shut."
"We'll see how long that lasts." Freddie murmured under his breath.
"It's really complicated, Freddie, believe me."
"It's even more complicated from my angle." Freddie sighed. Then he noticed that Carly was making eye contact with Jake, who was sitting right behind him at another table. Freddie was instantly suspicious. Jake had been close enough to hear any conversation that Sam and Carly might have had…
He would have to confront Jake about it later. Right now, he was too upset to confront him, but he would definitely get to the bottom of things soon…
He made small talk with Carly, dropping the subject of Sam to get her to talk with him. They ended up talking about their upcoming webshow…Things Freddie didn't really want to talk about, but he was glad to be back in the "circle" nevertheless.
For his next two classes, Freddie only thought about Sam and his missing puzzle piece. He was truly in the dark; he could make guesses, but they wouldn't be anywhere close to what was right…
As he walked back to his locker, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He had a text message. He glanced at it quickly, hoping no teachers were around. It was from Carly.
Freddie read the message and then dropped his phone in surprise. Things didn't make sense today, but this was something that made no sense at all. He was glad, but thoroughly confused.
The message read: Jake asked me out!!!
A/N: Bet you didn't see that one coming! Jake asked Carly out! So how did he change his mind? If Jake and Carly are paired off, then that leaves Sam and Freddie…How do you feel about this Jake switch? I kinda liked him being with Sam, but since this is my story, of course it's Seddie… :)This chapter was almost called "Missing Puzzle Piece, but I thought this way was more suspenseful or something…just better.
Okay, just the way things worked out, I decided to have Jake's POV in the next chapter. I know, I know, I was looking forward to that too. But the next chapter will have Sam's and Jake's POV. It will fill in the missing gaps. You'll understand Jake's actions. As well as how Sam told Jake the truth, exactly what Sam says to Carly, and Sam's latest clinic visit. How Mrs. Totters puts together the pieces of this mystery without revealing anything to Sam or Freddie…and, also coming up, on Saturday (because this school day is a Friday) is an iCarly webshow. So we'll see how iCarly does with Sam and Freddie being the way they are…
Please review, I think things may have been a little rushed, especially towards the end. Sam's decision for Freddie rather than Jake was supposed to be a firm, spur of the moment decision that she's sticking to though, she's impulsive like that, so yeah, don't comment saying that part was rushed because I wanted Sam to make a snap decision for that part...
There's about three more chapters left, roughly estimating. Probably more, knowing me…thanks so much for reading my story! Have a very happy Thanksgiving!
With all my purple fuzzleness,
the-purple-fuzzle
P.S. Wow, this is gonna end up being my longest story...this chapter alone, counting my ridiculously long A/Ns is 3,295 words! Please leave some reviews!!! The reviews bring the next chapter to life, literally! ;)