A/N - YAY! The last chapter. You know, I've got to learn to plan things out instead of winging these stories because so many unprecedented things happened that I can't count them all. Originally this last chapter was meant to be smut in a way, but well...just read and you'll see what I'm talking about. Nothing ever happens as I plan because my plans just suck.
Disclaimer: If you haven't figured out that I don't iCarly by now, I will personally find you and take away your internet. . If I'm not too lazy...
I snuck in through Fredloser's window. It was late by that time, almost ten o'clock and of course, I saw that Benson was already in bed. Why couldn't he be like normal teenage boys and stay up watching tv all night? He made my job harder. I had to try to be quieter than normal. And I wasn't a quiet girl.
You know, I never knew he snored. Well, I guess I suspected he did but he was much louder than I thought. You'd think his mom would be concerned about the noise he was making. It was like a freight train running over a crate of dynamite. I was grateful for that because it masked the sound of me stepping on a camera that lay on the floor. That was definitely broken now. Oops...
"No..." I heard Fredlump say and I turned to see that he was still asleep. So he talked in his sleep? I imagined he could be more fun to mess with than Spencer. Maybe I could coax Spencer into an episode of Wake Up, Fredward. Of course that was a mission for another time.
Frowning, I stepped over a pile of crumpled clothes. Crazy wasn't home, I was sure of that. She'd freak at this mess. I don't know why but I bent down and scooped up the clothes. His laundry basket stood against the wall and it took nothing for me to dump the dirty pile in.
I turned back to make sure I didn't leave anything behind when I noticed it. It was striped just like I remember, I picked it up with two fingers because well, I couldn't believe it. Plus, it was a pair of Beson's Galaxy War boxers. Among the stripes were space ships. That boy was so lame. And yet, it wasn't as shocking as it could be considering that he was wearing those exact boxers the last time I pantsed him. I tossed them in the laundry basket with everything else.
Something clattered to the ground though. I looked down, shocked and horrified. It stared at me as if mocking me. I kicked it away from me, sending it against the wall. I frowned at it from where it was grimacing at me. It couldn't be true. The mystery boy couldn't have been Benson, could it?
No, this was just coincidence.
Yet, maybe somehow I knew it was Fredbag because why did I go all the way with a complete stranger? I mean, who else would watch out for me like that? Not some weird stranger who only planned to seduce me. Something just seemed right when I was with the boy, but that boy wasn't really Benson, was it?
I looked at the sleeping boy. It'd explain how he knew it was me. And it'd explain the confidence. Why be scared of the girl who you literally fucked over? It scared me how it all fit into place.
"Was it you?" I asked the sleeping form, the boy who turned over in his sheets and snored louder than before. I would get no answer. And I didn't think I'd want one.
I turned and swung my leg over the sill, getting ready leave when I heard him, "Thank you."
I turned and looked at him. Was he seriously thanking me for everything that happened? I could break his face. "For what?"
"Cleaning up." He said with a laugh. I looked through the darkness at his face, but I couldn't tell if he was smiling, or smirking, or what. I frowned but only because I knew he couldn't see me. "My mom would have freaked."
"Speaking of Crazy...where is she?" I asked him.
"At work. She's a nurse at the hospital and tends to work late nights." He told me and I don't know why the harmless statement seemed to be dripping with hidden meaning. "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing." I said dejectedly, moving to the window. There light spilled in from the streetlamp outside and I stood in a square of bright light. Aware that he could see my every expression, I cleared my face and stayed still. I felt like a deer in the headlights even though he was hidden in the patch of shadows that was predominant in the tiny bedroom. "It doesn't matter."
"You know it was me, huh?" He asked, his tone even and calm as if asking about the weather. His voice might have sounded like an accusation but it didn't.
"Yeah," I said into the silence that followed even though verbal communication wasn't necessary. My face said it all. The horror, the frustation, the anger and the surprise of finding out that my secret 'lover' was also my worst enemy. "Why?"
"Because..." His voice trailed off as he fell into thought about what to say next. He knew me too well. One wrong word and I'd be gone, over the ledge and out the window. He could lose me that fast. In a lot of ways, he was rather intelligent. "Because...you're beautiful, Sam. And not just physically but the way you are so passionate about everything you do. You're calculating and intelligent in so many ways. Even if you use that intelligence for evil."
"Evil?" I asked. I was bad but never evil.
"That's the one thing you picked out of that little confession, Sam?" He asked with a smirk, stepping into the light. scooted a little further away and he noticed. He stepped back into the edge of the light so that just his face was visible.
"I know I can be mean but I don't really mean..." I started but Freddie stepped forward, placing a finger across my lips.
"Sam, I don't care. I think I've proved that already." He said, searching my eyes with his own. I didn't even know how to react, what to say. I mean, he was amazing and the intimacy we shared would change our relationship forever but he was such an ass before and told Carly my secret.
"Fredloser." I said, stepping back and ducking away from his hand. "What the hell?"
He looked at me dumbfounded. "What?"
"Why did you threaten and blackmail me like that." I snapped, shoving him. It wasn't hard but he did stumble backwards. He gribbed his bedside table and looked at me with wide, scared eyes. That was the fear I deserved, that I deserved yesterday.
"Because you hate me." He told me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"I hate you? But you hate me." I stated.
"We hate each other, Sam." Freddie told me in a tired tone. "Or I guess we did."
"Don't tell me that we love each other." I scoffed. This was turning into a soap opera moment when we profess our love and sleep together.
"I won't." He smirked at me as if he knew something I didn't. Then he said, "But I do care for you a lot, but I don't know how you feel about me."
I stared at him a moment. "If you care about me, then why did you blackmail me?" I asked again, hoping for a real answer. Just because he thought I hated him didn't mean that he needed to be an ass to me about it all.
"Because it was the only way I could get you to pay me any attention. When you were trying to keep my blackmail in check, you talked to me, were nice to me and put your arm around me. To be honest, I'll go for any attention you can spare, even negative."
I felt so guilty at that moment, and that was an emotion that I rarely felt. This boy was so obsessed with me that he'd do anything just to get me to sweat on him. No one ever went to such lenghts before. He thought I depised him that I'd never do anything but beat him do so he hid who he was to get close to me, and then rode the resulting wave because there was nothing else he could do.
"I'm sorry." I said, looking at him and wanting badly to counter what I just said by calling him 'Freddork' or 'nub'. Yet, I bit my tongue.
Then I stepped forward and kissed him. He stood stock-still for a minute before he responded, pressing back against my lips. His mouth moved against mine, and I felt his tongue run across my lower lip. I opened my mouth, allowing him access. Our tongues brushed against one another. And then I bit his lip softly and I heard him moan.
"Does someone like pain?" I asked, smiling against his mouth. He pulled away and looked at me a moment before smiling.
"No." He whispered unconvincingly, a blush creeping up his face.
I bit down again but harder. He shivered against me. I smirked widely. "Sure... pain doesn't turn you on." I said. He was turned on alright...
I continued to kiss him, backing him up until he fell onto his bed with me on top of him. I was so tiny compared to his that I perched on his torso while he held my lower back tightly to keep me from tumbling to the ground. I started down his neck, making him pant with pleasure. I smiled into the crook between his neck and shoulder. This was so much better than the first time, because this meant something.
Suddenly, Freddie lifted me off him and set me next to him. I looked at him in confusion. When did he get so strong, and why did he stop this? "I thought you hated me." He told me.
"So...?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"So... do you?" He asked quietly, looking down and preparing for rejection.
"Freddie, have our words ever been reliable?" I asked, leaning over and placing a few kisses on his exposed throat before straightening up again. "After that first time we kissed, we said we hated one another but I don't think that's true anymore."
"But you don't love me." There was no hurt in his voice. It was just a statement.
"I can't say that yet. Can you?" I asked, looking into his eyes.
"Well... no." He said after a moments consideration. "I'm almost there though."
"How close?" I said silkily, crawling so I layed across his chest and ran patterns over his arm. I gave him a wily smile and a small wink.
"Pretty close." He said, closing the distance and kissing me slowly and softly. It wasn't the most extravegant kiss we shared, but it was the most conveying. From that short, almost too short, kiss I realized that this boy has wanted this for a long time and so I indulged him by licking up his throat and nibbling on his ear. "Sam... I don't think I'm ready to do...that...again." He stammered.
"Okay." I smiled at him, bending low to catch his lips with mine. "Just tell me when..." I murmured, running a hand over his chest and stomach, which by the way was tight and muscular from a couple years of average gym visits. Of course, he still had some pudge but he was a teenage boy. And the more there is, the more there is to snuggle with.
And that's just what we did.
I stayed until early morning, just laying enclosed in his arms, trying to sleep but failing. It was as if I did go to sleep, I'd miss out on everything. I wanted to savor this moment. And so as his husky breaths faded to his deep snores, I laid awake, watching the midnight movement of Seattle through the window.
Car lights went by, and outside everything rushed by, but tucked in the arms of my mystery date... time ticked by slowly. And eventually I went asleep only to be woken up a mere half an hour later to bacon and a small, chaste kiss from Freddie.
"I love you." He said quietly, passing me the plate.
"I know." I told him softly.
One day I might return the sentiment. For now, I just wanted to be with him without all the complications.
"...Freddork," I added. You know... for good measure.
A/N - See? No sex... big disappointment. Oh well. I still like it. Reveiw, my lovelies and keep an eye out for my new story which I should start posting sometime next week called: A Beautiful Mess.
Shameless self-promotion...now I can label myself as a rather well-fed starving artist. Woohoo. XD