iTurn Back in Time

Chapter 9 : iKiss Again

Okay so I pretended that I was mad at her and you don't know how much it felt when you know what's going to happen next.

Sam was still angry at me, not the type that smacks me in the face anymore, just the kind of not wanting to recognize my existence. She ignores me and whenever she gets books from her locker which is just next to mine, I feel this sudden urge to greet her and say hi. I knew myself that if I did that I will be "out of character" and I have to cope up with the things happening on my surroundings. It was really hard to maintain the same thing like I did last time, or in my world, "last year." I was going to be sixteen in just a couple of months again, and celebrate like I did before. Great.

And the tormenting began. I just wanted to fight back, after knowing how to but I just couldn't. I was controlling myself. No matter how much I wanted to beat them up, I wasn't allowed because I would definitely ruin the time frame for the nth time. I was completely trying to do te exact things and I hoped I would mange to this time. Like what I did "last year", I didn't go to school for entirely a week and spent my time at Carly's place.

It was twelve o'clock noon when Spencer and I were at the couch watching the movie "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince." It was at the scene where Harry witnesses the death of his old master, Dumbledore when Spencer began crying like mad and pulling the sleeve of my shirt.

"Spencer, what the hell?" I threw him a disgusted look. I can't believe he's already 26! He's actually acting like 10 year old kid being terrified by Voldemort's nose-less face (I demand a noselift) while doing his magic tricks on cam. I've read the Harry Potter series and I was really disappointed on what they did with Voldemort's look because he should have looked like a serpent (I wonder what J.K. Rowling felt about that)! Anyway, it was still frightening-to Spencer.

"Spence, that is just a movie." I told him lightly. He was covering a pillow on his face. He slowly took it off and when Voldemort's face reappeared on the screen, a defeaning scream went out of Spencer's mouth-or probably throat.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeek! Oh my gosh, Freddie turn off the t.v. now! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please!"

I reached for the remote control and quickly pressed the power button. When the movie had stopped, I saw Spencer sighed in relief. "I thought that wasn't going to end."

I rolled my eyes.

"Freddie?"

"Yeah, what?" I said a bit irritated. I took a sip of cola from my cup.

"I was just wondering, do you like Sam?"

I spat out all the cola on his face.

"Okay, Freddie, that was uncalled for." He said, wiping out the cola with a super electronic lighting cloth.

"What the heck? Why are you asking such a weird question like that! You're trying to mortify me by asking such a stupid question!" I yelled at him. Oh god, I shouldn't have done that. He's still older than me. "Oh, sorry Spence. I didn't mean to-"

"No, no, no, no, no. I am fine. I just noticed that you started acting so different since the last time you shooted iCarly. No, I mean the one when you passed out. The time when you broke your camera. Did you hit your head too hard?"

I gulped. "D-do you think so? I s-see no problem with t-that." I stuttered. Oh shoot, he's going to find out!

"Are you from the future?"

I stared at him. Oh god, I think he already found out.

He laughed. "I was just joking Freddie! Oh, don't make that face!"

I was staring at him the whole time. I thought I was going to busted! He scared me! If he knew about it, I didn't know what to do. Travis told me that it would be too dangerous if somebody did. "Geez, Spencer."

"Hey Freddie, time for a new iCarly webisode!" Carly told me excitedly as she knocked at the door. I came out with the new camera she gave me-I mean, I bought, and went to their apartment. She opened the door and told me to follow her. We went upstairs using the elevator. We entered it and when Carly pressed the 'up' button, she broke the silence.

"Are you still angry with Sam?" She asked me.

I nodded. "What she did really made me upset." Sorry Carly, I need to lie. Darn, I suck at lying!

She pouted. "We are still going to do iCarly, right?" She gave me a worrying look.

"Yeah sure. We have to do-for the viewers."

"Thanks." She smiled. I looked down at my feet, trying to think about what will happen in the next dew hours. And then, I started to feel nervous and excited as I grinned and planned everything in my mind.

"I don't get it. Why are you always arguing? Why don't you get along? I mean, me and Sam are entirely opposites-not exactly opposites, I mean, if we're in another person's point of view, we are two very different people. But we do get along. We enjoy each other's company. What I totally don't undersstand is your case." She spoke firmly. There was much seriousness in her tone that killed me. Was Carly really like this?

"To tell you the truth, I don't have any idea. Seriously, when I try to think of the reasons why Sam hates me, I cannot think of any." I replied. This time, I was telling the truth. I never got to ask Sam why she hated me this much.

The elevator door opened and Carly put up a happy face when she saw Sam. She told her to get up from the bean bag and stop eating ham.

"In five, four, three, two..."

"She's Carly!" Sam introduced her best friend on the camera.

Carly exclaimed, "And she's Sam and this is..."

"iCarly!" They said in unison. They made jokes, pulled out some punchlines and did all sorts of crazy things. They called Gibby from the backstage and Gibby appeared shirtless. They chicken soup in the toilet (eew, gross). Random dancing was caught on cam, the three of them dancing to the beat and a voice said "Raaandom Danciiing!" as they began to hit the dance floor.

"And before we end," Sam went in front of the camera and signaled me to focus it on her. "I want you guys to listen to what I have to say."

This is it.

"I just want to apologize for my behavior last week. I was really in no right to tell the whole world that Freddie hasn't kissed anyone yet. And for the record, I, Samantha Joy Puckett, is admitting that the bad girl, ham lover, fat smoothie maniac hasn't even kissed anyone yet." She paused. "And if you ever make fun of Freddie again, you'll pay because it's just like you are making fun of me. And you don't want that right?" She pointed a finger on the camera. I smiled. Thanks.

"'Til next time! Bye!" Carly waved at the camera.

"And we're clear." I announced, setting aside the camera. Everyone was silent. No one uttered a word and that made me more nervous than ever. When I finished fixing some details in the iCarly website, I carried my laptop and made my way out of the iCarly studio quietly. I dropped by our apartment and placed my laptop on the table in the living room before going to the fire escape. I was breathing slowly, trying to convince myself that it ain't just happening to me. I trudged myself in the hallway with my hands on my pockets. My mind was all blank. When I sat on the chair and pulled my legs, laying them on a stool in front of me, I watched the moving cars in the wet Seattle road below and the wind swept my hair and tingled my skin. The radio was above me, situated on the wooden shelf. I turned it on and tried to calm myself by listening to some music. Man, my chest was going to explode! I closed my eyes anticipating for the girl of my dreams to call out my name and sit beside me.

"Hey."

I opened my eyes. It was Sam. Oh god, I think I'm gonna die.

She knocked on the window and sat. I turned the radio off. "Hey. I was just going to say..."

"...That we should kiss?" She completed my sentence.

"Just so both of us can get it over with?" I asked her, unsure of what I was feeling right that moment.

"Hmm." She took a deep breath. "Just to get it over with."

"Just to get it over with."

She moved closer to me. "And you swear we both go right back to hating each other as soon as its over with!"

I looked at her staright in the eyes. "Totally, and we'll never tell anyone."

"Never."

We both fell silent for a few seconds. "Well, lean." She ordered me.

I obeyed her and did what she told me to do. I slowly leaned to her and closed my eyes as I planted a kiss on her lips. Our lips met and I tried to make this kiss really unforgetable. I had a sudden rush of happiness, excitement and fear inside me and I felt dizzy as soon as we parted. It was the best eight seconds of my life.

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, that was uhm..."

"Nice." She said, looking away.

"Yeah nice uh..."It was really an awkward moment for the two of us even though this already happened before, I was still acting like it just happened for the first time in my life. I still can't get used to it.

"Good work." She said, pursing her lips. I took a quick glance at her, stealing a look on her face as she stood.

I nodded in agreement. "Thank you, you too."

She turned around and prepared to leave. Just as when she was about to walk away, I called her. "Hey."

She glanced at me.

I smirked. "Hate you."

"Hate you too." She smiled.

And then it hit me.

I love Sam more than anything in this world.

I just couldn't let it happen to her again. I won't let her die. I should tell everything to her!

I stood up. "Sam!"

"Yeah?"

I took a deep breath. I'm going to tell her now. This is it. I don't care what happens to me, I don't care about the consequences.

I held her hand tightly. "Listen, I have to tell you something."

Erika's Chiz

Oh gosh, I miss writing! We just had our intramurals at school and I have to cheer up for our team/year. Anyway, thank you for the awesome reviews you're giving me. I'm afraid my next update will be already next week because I need to prepare for school. Study!

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