Chapter five- iLove Sam, iLove Freddie

A/N: I think the title pretty much gives it away. Enjoy ")

Freddie's POV

I swear I barely made it out alive. As soon as I lit up the place, I flew as high as I could. Many things flew up in the air and I barely dodged them. Black smoke covered everything and it entered my nose, which made me cough. Hopefully, Sam, Carly and the others had made it out ok.

I flew over a complete mess. Smoke covered most of it, but I could see broken wood and even some destroyed cars. Was the explosion that big? I chuckled at the thought. I landed next to a woman that was crying. She didn't seem to have noticed me.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" I asked. She looked at me all teary eyed.

"My daughter, I can't find her!" she replied frantically. I held her shoulder.

"Calm down, ma'am, I'll help you," I replied. Why was I being all heroic today? I didn't know. "Tell me what your daughter looks like." She stopped.

"She is small. She's only seven, and she has brown hair," the woman said. I nodded and began to search. It was hard with all the smoke, but I kept trying. I turned piles of broken wood and found many people, but none were the woman's daughter. I kept searching and I finally found her. She was crying and hugging a messed up teddy bear. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.

"Come here," I said in a cheery tone. She hesitated, but then allowed me to carry her to her mother.

"Oh thank you so much!" the woman grabbed her daughter.

"No problem," I replied. I then set out to look for Carly, Sam and our parents. I was mostly worried about Sam. I looked and looked, calling out their names.

"Carly! Sam! Spencer! Mom!" No answer. The smoke had cleared out a little, but not by a lot.

"Sam! Carly!" I called again. I was surprised by someone tackling me to the ground. It was Sam.

"Are you ok, Fred dork? Are you hurt?" she asked, searching me for injuries, just like my mom would.

"I'm fine," I said, smiling.

"So nothing's wrong?" she asked. I shook my head.

"I'm ok, Sam," I said. That's when she punched me in the gut.

"Never do that again, dork!" she said. I winced in pain.

"I won't," I said as she got off of me. I quickly got up and brushed the dirt off of my clothes.

"So where are the others?" I asked. She shrugged.

"I lost Carly when we were getting everybody out," she said. Great, now we would have to find everyone. I sighed.

"Well, let's go find everybody," I said. Sam nodded. The fire was already being fought with the powerful fire truck hoses. They had arrived pretty quickly. Sam and I looked all over for Carly and the others. We finally found them together by my mom's now destroyed car.

"Hey, it's Freddie!" Carly exclaimed. My mom ran up to me.

"Are you ok?" she asked. I nodded. My mom nodded and walked off. She would usually search me for injuries, ticks, etc…, but she didn't. Had Sam and my mom somehow switched places? I laughed at my own joke.

"Whatcha laughing at?" Carly asked. Her purple top was dirty with ash and so was her face. I shook my head. "Nothing."

"The car is destroyed, how are we going to get to camp now?" Mrs. Puckett asked. My mom shrugged.

"We'll find a way. I guess we'll just stay at a motel around here," my mom said. Everyone nodded in agreement. It was getting late and we were all tired. We had drove by a motel when we came. It was maybe 10 minutes away if we walked. Spencer's motorcycle was a little ruffled up, but nothing major. Spencer and Carly got on and beat us to the motel. They had booked us in for one night and we got rooms. I shared a room with Spencer, Carly and Sam shared and my mom shared with Mrs. Puckett.

My room had two beds; one next to the only window and one next to the radiator. It had a bathroom and a small table. The walls were painted a light blue and the curtains on the window were bright yellow.

"Which one ya want?" Spencer asked. I shrugged.

"It really doesn't matter," I said.

"No no, go ahead and pick," Spencer insisted. I nodded.

"I'll take the one next to the radiator," I said. Spencer nodded and plopped down on the one next to the window.

"So… I've noticed some things," Spencer said. I gave him a confused look.

"What kind of things?" I asked. He smiled.

"The way you look at Sam," he said. I swear my face went as red as a tomato.

"I don't look at Sam in any specific way," I said as I sat down on my bed.

"Dude, we can talk. Guy to guy," Spencer said. I shook my head.

"I don't like Sam Spence, I like Carly, you know that," I said.

"You used to like Carly. You've gotten over her and now you have a thing for Sam," Spencer said. Boy was he right. I sighed.

"Ok, that's kinda true," I admitted. He smiled.

"Let's talk, man," Spencer said. I shrugged.

"There's nothing to talk about," I said, as I laid back.

"Yeah there is. What made you fall for Sam?" Spencer asked. I smiled.

"Nothing, I mean, ugh!" I got up and sat in bed. "Its just that Sam is…different. She's not like other girls. She's mean, pushy, aggressive and yet she's sweet and nice. She's different from Carly in so many ways. I guess I just fell for her 'cause of that, y'know?" Spencer nodded.

"I see," he said. "Well, let's get some sleep." I nodded and laid back. Spencer turned off the lamp. The room instantly turned black and only then did I realize how tired I was.

Sam's POV

Our room wasn't bad at all. We had two medium sized beds side-by-side and a medium sized TV. Plus, they also gave us cable, thanks to my mom. I jumped into my bed and Carly gave me a weird look.

"What, I'm beat," I said as I rolled over onto my stomach. Carly smiled.

"Do you believe we are demigods now?" she asked with a grin. I rolled my eyes.

"How can I not?" I replied, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. Carly sat on the bed next to mine.

"That was a cool sword your mom gave you," she said. I pulled out the nail clipper.

"Yeah. On the way here she told me it had been a gift from my dad," I said. Carly took off her jacket and laid down on the bed.

"So if you're a demigod, what about Melanie?" she asked. That had been the first time I had even thought about that.

"Well, I mean she obviously has to be one too, I mean, we are twins," I replied, putting the nail clipper back into my pocket. I hated Melanie. Just the thought of her made me sick. And the fact that she had kissed Freddie made me mad. What? The guy was my best guy friend. I was even a little mad at Carly for kissing Freddie, but Carly was my best friend. Freddie liked Carly and not me. That was how things were.

I flipped through some channels until I found some wrestling. Carly got up and headed towards the mini fridge. I hadn't noticed it. Otherwise, I would've been inhaling some food right now.

"What do they have?" I asked. Carly shrugged.

"Just some Peppy-Cola, and Oh, they have ham!" She didn't need to tell me twice. I jumped out of bed and ran over to the mini fridge. Carly was wise to get out of my way. I took out the entire plate of ham and walked back to bed. Carly smiled and grabbed a can of Peppy-Cola and shut the mini fridge.

"What are you watching?" She asked as she opened the can. "Shum Westling," I said. I couldn't talk right with a mouthful of ham. Carly winced as some huge dude was hit in the face with a steel chair.

"That's gotta hurt," Carly said as she took a sip from the can.

"Not really, it's all fake," I said before I took another huge bite of ham. Carly winced as he got hit again.

"But that guy is bleeding," Carly said. I glared at her.

"Remember in that iCarly bit where we-" Carly cut me off.

"Yeah, I know," she replied, obviously feeling stupid. I smiled. It wasn't everyday when I actually made Carly feel dumb.

"So," Carly began. I knew that tone. She was going to say something that was gonna make me wanna hit her.

"-You and Freddie have been spending much more time together," she said. I gave her my death glare.

"No we haven't. He's such a nub, why would I want to be around him?" I said. Carly smirked.

"It's Ok Sam, we're friends, right?" I wanted to smack this girl so bad.

"Carly, get this through your head. I don't, I repeat, DON'T, like Freddie in ANY way," I couldn't have made that more clear. Carly rolled her eyes, which let me know she still didn't believe me. I didn't even believe myself, to tell you the truth. I mean, I get mad when he stares at, or talks about other girls, I've texted him more than anyone else, even more than Carly, and I was worried about him when that stupid diner blew up. Who was I kidding? I was in love with Freddie. I just didn't know how to tell Carly that. I wasn't going to tell Carly that. At least, not yet. So I left it at that.

I flipped to another channel where they were giving the news. Normally, I didn't watch the news because who the fuck cares about was going on around Seattle or anywhere in the world? Not me. But Carly looked interested, so I left it. Some reporter lady was reporting something about a raging storm crossing the United States. I yawned.

"Hey Sam, do you see those little figures around that storm?" Carly asked. I leaned over. Behind the reporter, the storm raged and I could just make out some small things around it, like trying to stop the storm. That was weird.

"Probably some special effect," I said as I leaned back. Carly didn't looked convinced. She leaned closer to the TV.

"Holy chiz Sam, I think one of the figures is launching arrows into the storm," Carly said. I rolled my eyes.

"You're crazy, Carly," I said, but I leaned closer to see. She was right. It was a tiny figure that shined a gold-ish color. I noticed the others. Launching fire, lightning bolts and fighting the storm.

"Do you think those are the gods?" I asked, sounding a bit more excited than I actually was. Carly nodded violently.

"-The storm is heading right for New York-" the reporter was saying. These words caught me. We were heading for Long Island. Wasn't that in New York?

A/N: A lot of Seddie in this chapter. I wont update for a while, but please review! When I get a lot of reviews, I get inspired, so please review!