The iCarly Halloween Special took place before chapter one, in case you're wondering. Here's very interesting chapter, because it involves Sam and Freddie. Now, I'm sorry this wasn't up sooner, I've been having a bad day today. Enjoy! ^_^ Oh, and I fixed that little error at the beginning. I need to do careful proofreadings. XD Thanks again!
I picked up two Strawberry Seattle Smoothies at the Groovy Smoothie after school without Carly, because she was going out to dinner with Spencer. They invited me, but I declined, because I was on a mission. If I didn't pay Freddie back today, I'd probably forget about it.
I began walking towards Freddie and Carly's apartments, thinking about how I would explain my sudden kindness towards Freddie. For a minute, I actually considered drinking both of the smoothies myself. Though giving Freddie a smoothie would force me to have actually have a conversation with him for a few minutes, it was better than staying at my drunkmom's house, who must've had a bad hangover.
"YOU KEEP THOSE SMOOTHIES AWAY FROM MY LOBBY!" Lewbert yelled at me as I walked into the lobby. What an annoying-butt doorman. I felt like shoving a smoothie up his… I was distracted from my train of thought when Lewbert began to get up from his seat. "Hey, are those for me?"
I grimaced and began walking up the stairs. "Why would anyone give you freaking smoothie, Lewbert?"
I could hear him shuffling lots of papers around. "They would because, I'm, um….cute?"
I threw my head back and laughed loudly. "Keep dreaming, Lewb." I could hear him cussing me out, but I didn't care. That man was an utter nub. I finally got onto Freddie's floor and walked up to his apartment door. I could hear loud rock music coming from inside the house. What the hell? I knocked on the door, using as much force I could muster with my elbow. Hey, I was holding two smoothies in both hands, right?
The door opened, and I was face to face with Freddie. He wore a look of surprise on his…on his cute little face. Ugh! What was wrong with me these days? I thrust a smoothie in his hands. He looked at it curiously. I looked past his shoulder, searching for any signs of his overprotective mommy. I didn't see any sign of her. Once Freddie had checked the smoothie for poison, he stepped back.
"Come on in, Sam," he said uncertainly. "Why the hell did you bring me a smoothie?"
I shoved my way past him and searched the house for his mother. He followed me around like a hawk. When I was absolutely sure that Marissa Benson was gone, I sat on his couch (which was covered with some weird plastic wrap) and sipped my smoothie.
"Where is your little mommy?" I asked in a mock-baby voice. "Did she go and get your rash cream?"
Freddie set his smoothie on his kitchen counter. "If you're going to torture me Sam, get out." I didn't move an inch. "Anyways, if you must know, my mom went to an Aggressive Mothers of America conference. She wants to keep me…in her control."
I pointed at the boom box, which was blaring loudly. "Well, she's not doing a very good job, nub boy."
Freddie raised his hands in protest. "Hey, can we quit the name calling for five seconds?"
I nodded. "Five…four…three…two…one…You look like a dweeb."
Freddie groaned in defeat and began to drink his smoothie again. He and I were silent for a moment, but then I stood up and turned off that annoying boom box. I sat back on his couch. After several minutes of trying to get comfortable and failing, I said, "Hey, does your room have these stupid…plastic sheet things?"
I hoped I didn't sound like a weirdo. I probably did, because I saw Freddie get a very strange expression on his face. I shrugged quickly, trying to act cool. I screwed it up. Now Freddie thought I was a creep.
"No, there's not. Follow me."
I followed the nub into his room, which was messy and filled with his dirty laundry. He had geek equipment everywhere. There were cameras and laptops and loads of other technical equipment. I felt a little nervous. It seemed like all of his cameras were watching me. He had a huge bed and we both sat on the edge. I felt like there were a million butterflies in my stomach. Why?
I kept drinking my smoothie, which was pretty large when you started drinking it. Freddie finished up his smoothie and aimed for the wastebasket next to his bed. It was a perfect toss. "Nice throw, nub," I complimented him.
Freddie gave me a quick grin. "Thanks…so, why did you bring me a smoothie, Puckett?"
I dropped my empty smoothie on his floor. "You said I owed you one, and I paid you back. It's a simple as that, Fredward."
Freddie shrugged. "Well, I thought it was really, nice of you…don't hit me!"
I bared my teeth and growled. "I'm just paying off my debt." I probably should have cleared out of there, but I chose not to. Instead, I lay down on his bed and closed my eyes. I was so…tired. I didn't notice that Freddie lay down with me. We were silent.
"Well, thanks…I guess. Nub," I added afterwards. His bed was so soft…and comfy. If things got any stranger, I'd run out of there. "Hey, Fredgeek…what's on your mind? Dreaming about Ms. Briggs?" I crooned. "We both know that you love her," I teased him.
"Actually, I was thinking about…" He paused.
I really wanted to know. "Tell me," I urged.
Freddie sighed. "I was thinking about…our first kiss."
My mind reeled. We promised to never speak about it again! What the heck? I propped myself up on elbow and looked at him. He was looking at me with his brown eyes. Something about his gaze made my stomach churn and squirm. I gulped nervously.
"I-I…thought we'd never speak about it….ever again," I told him shakily. "You're speaking about it, nub boy!"
Freddie sat up and laughed. "Well, there's no one else here, right?" He looked at me again. I moved my head and stared at the floor. "Anyways, remember when we were tied up because of those prisoners?"
I nodded. It was when Carly accused us of eating each other's faces without telling her. I had a grudge with Carly about that. It was none of her business if we had kissed or not! My mouth was dry as I waited for Freddie to continue.
"Well, I remember that she asked us if we liked it…"
I felt my stomach clench up into a little ball. What was this geek getting at? I worked up the courage to look at him again. He was peering at me.
"Did we…you, know like it? 'Cause Sam…" He paused. "I liked it."
I froze. I didn't want to answer his question, but I knew what the answer was. I loved it. I loved how gentle and soft he was, and I loved that we had kissed on a fire escape, and it the romantic part was gooey and disgusting, but I still loved it. "Oh, that's...um…."
Freddie leaned closer in, and our noses were almost touching. What was this boy playing at? "I have a secret to tell you." What?
Suddenly I was kissing Freddie. Freddie the geek, the nerd, the nub was kissing me! And I liked it! What the hell was wrong with me? Part of me wanted to get out of there, but I just wanted to stay there. I wanted him to cradle me in his arms, though I'd never say this aloud to him. After what seemed like minutes (but was really only a few seconds), Freddie pulled away. I didn't want him to.
"Why did you kiss me?" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "I was going to tell you a secret!"
I threw my hands up in the air. He was the one kissing me! What an idiot! He leaned in, didn't he? Now that I thought of it, maybe I had kissed him. It didn't matter! Freddie and I had kissed-again! I tried to spit out a coherent sentence.
"I-I-I didn't…What's your big secret, anyways?" I shouted.
Freddie gave me a look of disgust. "I'm dating Carly. She and I kissed after school today."
I felt the whole room spin as I tried to breathe. I felt like I had been punched hard in the gut by Shelby Marx. Nothing could really describe how I was feeling at the moment. I needed to get out of there as soon as possible. I clutched at my throat, trying to remember how to breathe again. I couldn't.
"I've betrayed the one girl I love!" Freddie turned away from me didn't look at me anymore.
"I-I-I need to work some things out, Freddie; I-I'll see you later." I stormed out of his house. As I felt the tears come into my eyes, I crashed into somebody. I looked up. It was Mrs. Benson. "Out of my way, doofus," I cried.
Mrs. Benson waved her fist at me as I ran away from her. "Delinquent!" she screamed.
A heartbroken delinquent, I thought. Who am I? Why should I care about Fredward Benson? I've always hated him. Or have I? I cried all the way back to my house.
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