Chapter 20: Escape

Author's Note: Thanks so much again for your reviews, guys. :D Now, who saw iStart A Fanwar? I don't want to give too much away because I'm sure some of you haven't seen it, but basically, I'm sort of disappointed. Nathan Kress said that there would be major Creddie AND Seddie in the episode, and there really wasn't. It was a good episode and all, great and funny like all iCarly episodes, and I loved seeing the faces of the characters of some of Dan's old shows, but there wasn't much Seddie or Creddie. There was actually more Creddie than Seddie in a way, because it seemed that most of the audience was more into Creddie. The only real "major" Seddie moment was when we figured out that Sam and Freddie know that people want them to be together. I mean, yeah, there was a tiny Seddie moment or two, but not what I expected. :p I wanted some kind of results. Not like by the end Seddie being together, because that would be too fast, but I wanted some kind of hint of Seddie. Anyway, I'll stop complaining. Dan's just keeping us in suspense. :p

P.S. I have a new poll on my profile, but more importantly, my new story, iEmotions came out! There have only been 2 chapters, so it'd be easy to catch up! After reading this chapter, go to iEmotions. Trust me. (:

P.S.S. I'm listening to The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls as I write. :p And my iTunes is on shuffle. Complete coincidence. Irony?

P.S.S.S. This is a nice, long chapter for you guys. Hehe. It took me a while to write but I'm pretty sure that you guys are gonna like this one. Review! :D

Ha. That lady thought that if she talked quietly, I wouldn't hear her. But, yeah, I'm not ladylike and polite, but I've got a darn good nose, eyes, and ears. I took a few seconds to wonder what to do: Should I stay and let her give me the candy, then make a run for it with the slight chance that I may make it before the cops catch me? Or, should I play it safe and run away with Freddie. For Freddie. I sighed when I realized that the second choice was right. I had to pick Freddie over chocolate.

That's pretty hard for Mama to do.

I almost broke a sweat, although the night was chilly and windy, because I got nervous. It takes a lot to get me nervous, but I was. I ran, trying not to let out any kind of shriek or squeal. I couldn't find Freddie.

I'd told him to hide. We didn't discuss where.

I ran the way that he ran, almost in tears. I can't do this, I thought. I can't always be on the run. This whole time, without realizing it, I've been worrying about Freddie. But he's been worrying about me. We can't do this anymore. It's too much.

"Sam?" I heard a familiar whisper. I turned to the right, where the voice came from.

Freddie.

I swear, although it hadn't even been five minutes since I'd seen him, I felt like it was a lifetime. I didn't want the police to get him in trouble. It's not fun. Trust me, take it from someone who knows. Freddie couldn't handle jail. I barely could.

"Sam? Sam, are you okay?" Freddie whispered, pulling my wrist into his hiding spot in between two buildings as if he knew that we needed to hide.

I pulled him into a hug without thinking. "I'm sorry, Benson," I said quietly.

"Why?" Freddie said, seeming worried and pulling away. "What happened?"

"The lady," I said, "she called the cops. She recognized you from her milk carton."

Freddie widened his brown eyes. "What are we gonna do?" he worried, pacing.

I looked at him. "Run?"

Freddie smirked a bit. "Really?"

"Yeah," I said, getting energy back. "If we run enough, then she had no proof. It could have always been someone who looks like you."

Freddie grinned. "Come on," he said. "Let's go to the next costume store. There's one nearby. Let's buy the cheapest thing there, no matter what it is, and even find some makeup or something. That way if she says I was wearing a devil costume, I won't be wearing it anymore."

I smirked. "We're a good team, Benson."

Freddie grinned, and then we sprinted as quickly as we could. I heard faint sirons. The police cars were coming to the lady's house. I ran as fast as I could, remembering running this fast on Easter with Freddie. When everything was simple. When everything was good.

We got to the store. We quickly rushed in. There were a couple of other people there. We pushed past them and found these very cheap T-shirts. They were in the costume section. I took a second to look at them. The shirts were in the couple costume section, go figure. And go figure even more, they were matching light pink shirts. The one for the girl was a V-neck that said in red "I heart him". (Of course, it didn't say heart, it actually showed a heart.) And the guy's was the same, except the neckline was higher and it said "I heart her".

I looked at Freddie. The shirts were so cheap. We had to. Luckily, we'd brought our jeans in our candy bags with us (we brought all of our stuff), so after we bought the shirts we quickly changed into the shirts and jeans in the store's bathroom.

After we did that, I saw the teenage girl at the counter doing her makeup in a small mirror in front of her. Without asking, I grabbed her makeup bag and put ridiculous-looking, overdoing-looking makeup on Freddie and me.

The girl's mouth opened wide. She looked angry. After I finished with our makeup, I gave the girl a small shrug, then grabbed Freddie by the wrist and ran out of the store with him.

"Where do we go now?" I asked, almost out of breath as we kept running.

"I have an idea," Freddie said, seeming to be completely out of breath, "but you'll hate it."

I was a little nervous to see what his big idea was, but I trusted him. "Okay. I'll follow you."

We kept running. I followed Freddie. We reached a train station.

A train station?

"Really, Freddork?" I asked, annoyed. "Really?"

"What, you got a better idea?" he asked.

I sighed. We went into the train station. "A lot of people come and stay at this train station," he said quietly. "We've just gotta hide. We can pretend we're waiting for some three AM train or something."

I nodded. This was a disgusting train station. No benches, just a dirty floor. And trust me, I've been to a bunch of disgusting places before, but I can still call this place disgusting.

"You want us to sleep here?" I asked.

"Yeah," Freddie said. "We'll fit in. It's dark here, too."

"Yeah, but what about our tent?" I asked. I frowned. "We can't have a tent, can we? We'll be too obvious."

Freddie sighed, frowning a bit. "Yeah, I guess. But we'll be okay. We'll find a comfortable-looking corner somewhere." He spoke with just a bit of sarcasm.

We found a dark corner. There actually were other people sleeping here. "Uh, Sam, we should take turns staying up and making sure that no one steals our stuff or comes and, you know... attacks us."

I groaned. "Fine. But I'm tired. You watch first."

"Okay," Freddie said with a small nod. He gave me a small smirk as he said, "So, how are we gonna sleep? Same position as last night?"

I widened my blue eyes. "You were conscious?"

"Of course!" Freddie laughed. "You think I offered for you to come sleep on my chest in my sleep?"

I smirked at him. "So... is that a real offer?"

"Yeah," he said. I couldn't completely tell because it was dark, but I think his face slightly turned red. "It was actually comfortable. You were like my blanket."

I felt myself blush a bit too, and then I was glad that it was dark. "You were like my pillow," I said softly after, then smiled. A second after I wondered why I was being like this.

Freddie looked me in the eyes and smiled. We stayed like that for a few moments. "So," he said. "Sleep time?"

I nodded. We were both cold. I felt my coldness, of course, but I could tell that he was cold by his goose bumps and the way he shivered. This is gonna warm him up, I thought.

Freddie lay on the cold, hard floor. He looked really uncomfortable. My teeth chattered loudly as I wondered how I was going to approach him without being too weird about it. I awkwardly rested my head on his chest. I saw his shirt, and smirked as I remember that his light pink shirt had the words "I heart her" on it.

"What?" Freddie asked, catching my smirk.

"Nice shirt," I said.

"You too," Freddie said, smirking back. My teeth chattered more, and I started to shiver a bit. Freddie looked at me. "You seem cold," he said.

"Yeah, well, I'm in a freezing train station in October at night," I said.

Freddie looked at me as if he was thinking. He then lightly, awkwardly, wrapped his arm around my back to warm me up. He was cuddling with me. It was... strange. But it helped. I warmed up.

I made a decision that I knew I'd either regret later or regret it if I didn't do it. I wrapped my arm around the top of his shoulders because he seemed cold too.

"Thanks," Freddie said tiredly, acting like it was no big deal that we were two sixteen-year-olds lying in a train station, doing what we got in trouble for doing in the first place. But the difference between us now and the time we got in trouble for cuddling was because now it was our choice. The other time we started cuddling when we were asleep.

I guess a lot has changed in my relationship with Freddie without me noticing it.

"Hey, no sleeping," I said to him, smirking. "Wake me later," I said. I closed my eyes. The movement of Freddie's chest and the light feeling of his breath against me comforted me again. A wave of exhaustion came over me. I held Freddie tighter, not thinking about how his mom felt, how Carly felt, how anyone felt. Just me. Just Freddie. Just us.

I took a deep breath and bit my bottom lip hard. I really, really, really, didn't want this to happen.

But I was almost completely sure that the words on my shirt were totally, one hundred percent true.