Chapter Two: Bensons Don't Cry/Bada Bing Bada Boom

"Carly! Can I EAT?" Spencer screamed up the stairs. Carly had been up there for 20 minutes and Spencer was getting mighty hungry. With no reply, Spencer took that as a yes.

~KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKKNOCK~

"Oh joy, company." Spencer rolled his eyes. "ENTER!" Spencer yelled at the door.

"Spencer!" Mrs. Benson yelled as she entered.

"Yes Mrs. Benson." Spencer entered the living room with a plate of tuna fish salad and chips.

"Freddie! I'm afraid he's very ill." Spencer raised an eyebrow as she continued. "He's got clear liquid coming out of his eyes and he's gone and locked himself up in his room. I don't understand where he got it from or how to treat it." Mrs. Benson sounded genuinely worried about Freddie's "illness".

"Um, Mrs. Benson, Freddie's not sick."
"He's not?"

"No, he's crying. The liquid from his eyes are tears." Mrs. Benson looked confused and her answer in turn confused Spencer.

"Well that's impossible, Bensons don't cry." Spencer opened his mouth in awe at her comment.

"Look Mrs. Benson, I'll go ahead and see if I can see what's wrong with him okay."

"Lovely!" Then she walked out of the Shay apartment with Spencer close behind.

~iCarly Studio~

"Come Sam, let's get you some food, yes?" Carly offered. Sam let Carly led her downstairs to the kitchen. Carly served her a plate of food and then she served herself. "I'm guessing Spencer already ate." She commented as Sam just sat there picking at her food.

~Bensons' Apartment~

"Freddie! Spencer is here to see if he can treat your illness." Mrs. Benson yelled into the door.

"GO AWAY MOM YOU CAN'T TRICK ME THIS TIME!" He yelled back.

"Aw, come on Freddie, it really is me, good ol' Spence." There was a shuffle and then the door opened. Spencer walked in silently as Mrs. Benson left for work. Freddie walked back to his bed and sat down. Spencer saw on his desk was a broken laptop screen that Freddie had been trying to fix. "Whoa Freds, what happened to your laptop?"

"My anger."

"Can you fix it?"
"No, gonna have to take it in tomorrow. So what can I help you with Spencer?" Freddie asked.

"Your mom thinks you're ill because she has no idea you're crying. According to her "Bensons don't cry." Weirdest thing that I've yet to hear your mom say."

"Of course she'd say that she's been saying that since I can remember. She's not the best with emotions." Freddie began playing with a bracelet he had on that said Galaxy Wars.

"So you wanna talk about it?" Spencer knew that Freddie knew what he was talking about.

"Not really." Was his simple answer. Spencer knew better than to pry when it came to Freddie, so he just nodded his head and headed for the door.

"If you need to talk you know where to find me and how to. I hope everything works out for you man"

"Thanks Spence." With that he left to face Mrs. Benson.

"SO what was wrong with my baby?"

"Well like you said, Bensons don't cry. He just had something in his eye. He'll be fine." Spencer covered for him.

"Thank goodness."

"Goodbye Mrs. Benson.'

"Don't spill any crumbs on your way out.!"

~Shays' Apartment~

"Hey I'm gonna make you some tea okay."

"No thanks Carls, I'm gonna go for a walk." Sam answered as she began to leave the apartment.

"Hey girls." Spencer entered. "So Mrs. Benson thinks Bensons don't cry. Do you believe that woman? She's nuts."

"Ha, so she is." Carly nervously said. Sam paid no mind as she left the Shay's home and headed to the fire escape. There was a certain point on the escape into which you could enter Freddie's room through a window. Sam went to that point and gazed into Freddie's room from there. In the room she saw Freddie silently sitting there looking down at his lap to a book of some sort, and she didn't seen a single tear on his face.

"Ha, I guess Spence is right; Bensons don't cry." Sam left angry at how calm Freddie was keeping it together. However, inside the room something else was happening.

In Freddie's lap was a photo album of him and Sam from when they dated. There was many pictures because Sam was a secret photographer.

Silently he flipped through the album and on the last page there was a picture of them at the park and underneath it in Sam's writing read "NO matter what you can always trust me."

A single tear rolled down his cheek and he whispered to himself, "So much for "Bensons don't cry".

Sam went down to the Groovie Smoothie to find Gibby at a far back booth. A thing people didn't know (except Brad and Freddie) was that Sam and Gibby were pretty close friends. Over time Sam even began to trust Gibby more than Carly but not as much as Freddie.

"Hey Sam, I got your text. Here's your Blue Very Berry Smoothie with extra berries and Ham Sandwich with extra ham." Gibby pushed the plate and smoothie towards Sam.

"Thanks Gibbs." Silenced followed as Sam silently and slowly chewed bits of her sandwich. Gibby checked his phone knowing Sam wanted some time to collect her thoughts. "Freddie hates me." Sam whispered. Gibby dropped his jaw when he heard what Sam said.

"Freddie told you he hated you?" Gibby asked, still trying to process what he was being told.

"Well he did say he couldn't trust me anymore." Sam slurped her smoothie.

"Sam tell me EXACTLY what happened." Gibby gave Sam a stern look. So Sam just did that; she told Gibby exactly what happened only moments earlier in the iCarly Studio.

~Freddie's Apartment~

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Freddie looked up from the photo album. "COMING!" He shouted as he put away the album and heated to answer the door.

"Hey. Can I come in?"

"Sure Carls." Freddie let her in, but they stayed in the kitchen as Freddie fixed himself a ham sandwich. Carly stood by and watched silently, not knowing where to start or how.

"So whatcha need Carly?" Freddie asked a bit worried on where she was going with her visit.

"What happened in the studio today? And don't you dare say nothing!" Carly shouted at him so fast he almost missed the question. He hated when she questioned people like that, it really got on his nerves.

"I don't want to talk about it okay. So stop while you're ahead." Freddie didn't normally talk to her or anyone that way, but he seriously didn't want to talk about it.

"But you both cried today, and I'm worried on what it means." Carly answered full concern written on her face.

"Sam cried?" Freddie practically asked the floor.

"Yes and I couldn't get her to stop. I'm really worried. She's really sorry too you know."

"If she really cared about me she wouldn't have taken away my dream job from me in less than an hour." Freddie answered.

"You don't get it do you Freddie?" Freddie stared blankly at Carly waiting for her to go on. "She still loves you stupid." Freddie's face soften as her words graced his ears. "When I found Sam in the studio today she was crying saying how much you hated her. It's killing her to think you hate her because she still loves you. She got that job just to be around you more. She doesn't know I know she still feels for you, but I do. I overheard her telling Gibby the day after you got fired at school. She was telling him how awful she felt and then it just slipped from her mouth. "I still love him Gibbs." Carly stopped for a moment, her face growing sad. "She hasn't told me, but I heard her tell Gibby."

Freddie stared at Carly in disbelief, but he knew that Gibby would know if she was really saying that. Freddie pulled out this phone and texted him.

"Look Carly, my trust in Sam is gone and I don't know when it's coming back or if it is ever going to come back. I've gotta go."

"Okay, but just know, I'm here if you need to talk."

"I know Carls .Goodbye." Freddie kissed her cheek as they left his apartment.

~Groovie Smoothie~

~Bada Bing, Bada Boom~

Sam looked at Gibby's phone know how that was her and Freddie's ringtone on the phone. And since she hadn't texted him, she knew who did. Gibby texted back and looked at Sam.

"Not once did Freddie say "I hate you Sam." And He called you Sammie, meaning he does NOT hate you." Gibby answered.

~Bada Bing, Bada Boom~

Bruce Willis' voice spoke from Gibby's phone again. "Well he might as well have said it. Sam whispered.

"No Sam, you just want him to hate you." Sam looked up at him. "For you, it's easier to deal with his hate than your love for him." Sam knew he was right.

~Bada Bing, Bada Boom~

"Go ahead and met him Gibbs, I'll be fine." Gibby smiled. "Thanks for talking to me."

"No problem, any time. Text me if anything, kay." Gibby got up and headed out to the batting cages to met Freddie, but before he exited he called out to Sam. "Sam you know Carly is there if you need to talk too right?" Sam nodded and knew very well what Gibby was getting at.

A/N Second one how do you feel about it?