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Chapter 5
Sam's POV
"Hey Rona" I heard behind me as I turned around. "Wanna dance?" It was Freddie.
"What?"
He smiled. "I asked you if you wanted dance."
The elevator door opened behind me, but I ignored it. "You said Rona."
"Here" He led me by the arm into the elevator. We barely made it in before the door closed. He took a deep breath. "I have to tell you something." The elevator stopped at the studio and the doors opened, revealing About 5 kids about to get on. "Uh, could you give us a sec?" Freddie asked them.
"Sorry man." One of them said. "I gotta go find my sister and I think she's down in the living room."
"You do know you can take the stairs, right?"
"Yeah, but I'd rather-"
"Take the stairs!" I screamed at them. I turned back to Freddie as the doors closed again "You were saying?"
"Look, I know that you know."
"Know what?" I played dumb.
"I know that you know that I don't like Rona Berger"
"Hey!" The real Rona Berger walked past the elevator.
"No one likes you. Why are you even here?"
"Well I heard some kids talking about it…." She shrugs.
I turn back to Freddie. "What do you-"
"Hey Freddie!" Gibby yells, grabbing him and yanking him half way across the apartment. "You gotta see this!"
"Gibby I was kind of in the middle of something!" He looks back at me apologetically.
"Too bad!" Gibby shouts "You have to see this!"
I sighed and went off into the kitchen to find some meat. I knew what he was going to say, I thought. The only problem was I didn't know what to say back. What do you tell the guy who's supposed to hate you, then tells you he likes you, when you're supposed to hate him, but you don't think you really do?
Tell him the truth the little voice in my head suggested.
But I don't know what the truth is…
Yes you do.
Actually I don't.
You like him, how is that so hard?
Because I'm not supposed to!
Yet…
I do. I really do.
I groaned. Why did he do this to me? Why did he have to go and make me realize things I was fine leaving alone?
Not even having any meat, I went and sat in front of the computer, checking the iCarly website for the texts page. I looked for comments about our relationships. We had recently been to Webicon and people had started a war over what pairing was better, Seddie or Creddie. I scrolled through the comments and over and over I kept seeing the same thing.
Seddie FTW.
I 3 Seddie
Yay Seddie, boo Creddie
Creddie=cruddie,
Seddie, We all know it's going to happen, when are you guys going to realize it?
The list goes on and on.
I pondered that last one. Had we finally realized it? Maybe we had.
My thoughts we jarred when some doof bumped into me. "Hey!"I growled, spinning around. "Watch where you're-"
It was Freddie.
Freddie's POV
I was backing up and searching for Sam over the heads of the people crowding Carly's apartment. I accidentally backed up into someone, so I turned around to apologize, when instead of some random person, I found just the one I was looking for.
"Sam." I said.
"Hey." She said, looking down.
"OK, I better say this fast before someone-"
"Sam, Freddie, we should make a toast." Carly interrupted.
"No!" I shouted making everyone look in our direction. "I'm going to say this, and no one's gonna stop me. Not Gibby and his stupid upside down plant and I mean, c'mon, Gibb, those things are everywhere. Not idiot kids too lazy to take the stairs, not Rona Berger, not anyone." I took a deep breath a turned to Sam. "I don't like Rona Berger."
"Hey!"
"No one likes you!" I shouted at her. "Seriously, no one!"
"Yeah?" Sam said, bringing my attention back to what I was saying.
"Yeah. I like… you." There was a collective gasp from pretty much the entire party.
"Freddie, I-"
"Yeah, I know. How could I like you, why do I? To be honest, I don't know. You cause me physical and emotional pain every day, you call me names, and you make fun of me, yet here I am, pretty much in love with you." I glanced around at everyone, their mouths hanging open in shock. Sam wasn't saying anything. "And now that I've pretty much ruined the party, I'm just gonna go." I turned, and people moved out of my way. I didn't look back, and slammed the door behind myself.
Carly's POV
I couldn't believe Freddie told Sam! When Freddie walked out and slammed the door, everybody just stood there in silence for a moment before breaking out into whispers.
I caught a few as I walked up to Sam.
"Can you believe he said that?"
"Did you see her face?"
"I feel so bad for him! First he chases Carly, who's at least nice to him, but will never love him, now he's going after Sam? He's gonna get himself killed!"
"Sam?" I said, reaching her. "Are you okay?"
She looked up at me "What do you think?" She stood up "Of course I'm not okay!" She pushed past me and ran upstairs, shoving people out of her way.
"Sam!" I ran after her, only to be stopped by Spencer.
"Let her go, Kiddo. She probably wants to be alone."
"Too bad." He took his hand off of my shoulder and let me go, knowing I would go anyway.
"Sam?" I found her lying on her back on my bed staring up at my ceiling. "C'mon, talk to me."
"I really don't want to talk to you about this right now. Maybe later, but right now… I just…can't"
"Sam, c'mon, I'm your best friend"
"Look, there's only one person I want to talk to right now." She swung her legs over the side of my bed and stood up.
"Sam!"
"I gotta go, Carly. See ya." And with that, she left my room.
Sam's POV
I ran down stairs, ignoring the silence when I got down to the living room. I ran across the hall, ignoring Mrs. Benson screaming at me that no one would talk to her Freddie until she did. Knocking on the window to the fire escape, I said "Freddie?"
"Oh, Sam. Well?" he stood and Held out an arm.
"Well what?"
"Well go ahead. Break my arm. Break my neck, my leg. Throw me off of the fire escape. I'm waiting."
"Freddie, I'm not going to hurt you." I stepped toward him." Actually I came to do this." I threw my arms around his neck. He stumbled for a second before wrapping his arms around my back.
"What's this for?" he whispered.
"Because you're a dork, a geek, a tech nerd, a doof, and an all around nub."
He dropped his hands. "Really, Sam, Really?"
"Will you let me finish? Despite all that I…I"
His hands returned to my back. "You what?"
I pulled back slightly, but left my wrists resting on his shoulders, and he left his on my waist. "Listen, you're gonna call me crazy-"
"Haven't I always?" He smiled, and so did I,
"But, I kinda had a conversation with myself. Several times."
"And what did you say?" He asked, looking down at me. I expected him to be smirking but his face was serious.
"It started a couple weeks ago. I was making fun of you and this little voice kept asking me why I always do that. I tried to tell myself it was because it's fun, but I know it's not. It's because I'm denying my feelings"
"And what feelings would those be?"
"I-I like you Freddie. I like you a lot." I looked down.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"It's just…I'm not supposed to, ok? I'm supposed to make fun of you, and call you names and…not like you."
He tilted my chin up for me to look into his eyes. "Well than that's too bad. You do, and I do, and there's nothing you can do to stop it."
"But-"
"No buts. Com'ere, Puckett.
"Don't tell me what to do Bens-" I started, but his lips stopped me.
This may be the end, but I may continue it. What do you guys think? Also, I apologize if I changed characters too much. And if anyone was really OOC.