Freddie's POV
I couldn't let her get hurt. It was my sworn duty to protect her for the rest of her life. But it's not just that – I think I like her.
You must be thinking: Freddie Benson once told George the Bra so firmly that he will never date Sam Puckett. Oh, the irony.
But I don't care what others think about me – Sam's in danger and I have to save her.
With a burst of energy, a bright ray of light is shot right out from my hands and right on target, the thugs have been stunned. It didn't matter if she saw what happened because she was hurt and they were getting away.
"Stop right there!" I yelled into the streets of Seattle but it was no use; have you ever heard of criminals staying put to be arrested? Neither have I.
With the thugs gone, all that was left to do was to check on Sam.
"Are you okay?" I asked. She seemed fine, but traumatised. I would have expected her to be able to fight back then, but I guess she was too scared to move.
"I... I'm fine," she managed to choke out. "What happened?"
"I guess heaven was on our side. Those robbers ran away almost suddenly," I lied. "Did they take anything?"
She checked her pockets. "Nope. My PearPhone is still here."
"Good," I heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry."
"Why?" she asked.
"For bringing you to such a dark alley at the back of a tall building," I explained. "I should've known that there would be robbers lurking in dark corners."
She punched me in the arm.
"Hey! I already apologised!" I was confused by her reaction. How can she stay mad at me after I've apologised?
"Do I look like I'm hurt or anything?" she asked.
I glanced at her whole. "Err... No."
"Exactly," she replied. "So, what's the apology for? By the way, you owe me two hundred bucks."
"Why?" I don't remember borrowing money.
"Because you dragged me out of the mental hospital," she stated. "I had to go through great pains to get a wad of cash that big."
I joked. "When you say 'great pains', did you mean going through my mother's purse while she wasn't looking?"
"Well, too bad for her. It's mine now," she smirked. "Or... It used to be, until you pulled me out from my observation room!"
"Okay, okay!" I laughed. "I'll pay you back once I get my allowance. So much for saving for the new PearPhone."
She grinned. "You better save up if you're bringing momma to a date."
Months have passed and we're kind of the most perfect couple in all of couple history, if they even had that. My mom was steamed when she learned that we were dating. But she soon got over it, after some anti-aggressive parenting workshops. It took her weeks before getting used to us. I wonder how she knew about it anyway.
"So," Carly grinned. "I guess you guys are a pretty sweet couple, now, aren't you?"
"Well, we're not as 'sweet' as you and Ashton," I replied.
"Touche," she turned around. "By the way, why do you want to keep this dating thing a secret?"
I came up with a lame excuse. "You've seen the iCarly fans! They've been going crazy over the Seddie-Creddie fan war. If we let anyone know about it, it would probably have disastrous results."
"True," she said after thinking about it. "But why do you want to keep it from Ashton as well?"
"I was afraid that he'll spill the beans, you know?" I lied. "You know Ashton, he's the happy-go-lucky type. If he knew about it, he may let the news out."
She sighed. "But don't you think you're being unfair to Sam?"
"Oh, come on," I laughed. "You know Sam! She's not so unreasonable..."
"Who's unreasonable?" speak of the devil. Well, not literally, of course.
"Nah... Nothing," I smiled and gave her a hug.
She frowned. "What'cha doing Carls?"
"I'm making some of my special lemonade. Want some?" she asked.
"No thanks," Sam shivered.
"What brings you here, Sam?" Carly continued squeezing the lemon. The pulp was about to come loose. "I thought your mom brought you for a parent-child meeting?"
She took a can of soup from the fridge. "Yeah, but they ran out of food. So, I came here to ask Frediffer out for lunch."
"How thoughtful of you," I teased. "And convenient. I'll still be paying the bill, Puckett."
"Feeling the pinch already, Benson?" she pouted.
I loved how our relationship worked. It was imperfect in the most perfect ways. I know I sound like some cheesy guy in a chick flick, but unlike them, I mean every word I say.
Months ago, on our first date, we were so formal and awkward with each other. After that, Sam punched me in the shoulder and ordered me to chill and relax. So, we started bickering again.
"I'm just glad I don't have to go on dates with you guys anymore," Carly smiled. "It was pretty awkward when I sat there alone."
"Well, it's not all Freddie's fault you're stuck there," Sam remarked.
I rolled my eyes. "You know, if we continue bickering like that, people aren't going to believe that we're dating."
"That's the point," she joked. "Who would want to be caught dead with you?"
"Come on, guys," Carly smiled, pouring her lemon juice into a jug. "Isn't anything going to change after dating each other?"
We sat there silently.
"Now, the both of you get out of my apartment, go grab some lunch and leave me alone in peace," she pushed us out of the door. "Bye!"
"But-" Sam was too lazy to move while I just didn't want to leave.
"Bye!" she gave us a final push before locking the door behind us.
We stood there in silence, regaining our composure after the awkward exit. "So... Wanna go grab some pie?"
"Sure," she smirked.
Some may think I'm crazy, some may think I'm mad. But I don't care what they think because I'm too busy thinking about Sam.