Chapter 17

Heavy on dialogue in the middle; YOU GUYSS, THEY FINISHED FILMING ICARLY YESTERDAY. UGH. *GROSS SOBBING.*

Disclamier: I don't own iCarly.

Narrator's P.O.V.

"Hey, Sam!" Freddie shouted over the crowd of people in the bleachers. He was waving his arms over his head to get the blonde-headed demon's attention that was currently standing at the entrance of the football stadium at Ridgeway. Sam heard her name being called so she looked up at the bleachers, and sure enough, the brunette boy was calling for her. Sam scurried over to the bleachers where Freddie was at and sat down next to him.

"I bought popcorn." She smiled, taking a handful of popcorn out of the bag and shoving it into her mouth. "Want some?" She offered. Freddie reached out to get some, but Sam backed away before he could get his share. "Well I'm not giving you any." She smirked, kicking her feet up on top of the empty bleacher seat in front of her.

Freddie took a handful without her noticing and chuckled lightly to herself. The football team of Ridgeway appeared on the football court minutes later, and the crowd cheered their loudest.

Carly Shay, the head cheerleader, and her cheer team appeared on the football court not long after that. She was jumping and throwing her arms in the air, doing cartwheels and flips, purposely letting the audience see what she was wearing underneath her skirt. She smiled and winked at Freddie but her smile soon disappeared when she saw he wasn't paying attention to the court at all, but instead talking to Sam. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and continued her act of flirting.

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Around 20 minutes into the game, Sam began to yawn, and since yawning was contagious, Freddie yawned too. (A/N Writing about yawning makes me yawn, too. Darn, I just yawned. =.=) Freddie turned to the blonde beauty next to him who was fidgeting in her seat. "Getting bored?" He asked.

She merely nodded and stopped fidgeting. "You have no idea." She groaned, trying her best to pay attention to the game. Freddie chuckled and stood up, bringing Sam to her feet as well. At first she was resisting, but she soon gave up and let Freddie carry her to her feet. "Where are we going?" She asked when he held her hand and led her out the stadium and onto the school campus.

Freddie shrugged. "Well since you and I are bored, I figured we could just walk around campus until the game is almost done. I'll set up an alarm."

Sam nodded, staying completely tranquil. Freddie and Sam were completely aware that they were still holding hands with their fingers intertwined, but neither did anything to move away. Freddie had enough of the silence, so he spoke up. "So erm… I got the pictures off the internet…You know, those pictures…" Freddie started, attempting to start a conversation.

"Yeah?" She said.

"Yeah…" He concluded. They continued walking hand-in-hand , past trees and classrooms, and eventually came to a stop in the middle of the quad where there were many other seats. Sam let go of Freddie's hand—much to his disappointment— and sat down on the bench before Freddie followed suit. "Um, is Carly still bothering you?"

Sam groaned. She hated that name right now. "Yes. A complete bitch. I still don't know why you put up with her." Freddie was about to say something but Sam silenced him. "Nuh-uh. I don't want to be talking about her right now." She crossed her arms and blew a stray strand of hair away from her face.

"Okay." Was all Freddie said before they drifted off into another uncomfortable silence. "Let's play a game." Freddie said minutes later. At this, Sam uncrossed her arms and instead turned her body so that it faced him. She crossed her legs.

"What game?" She asked, resting her head in her hands.

"Uh, we'll ask each other questions, any question, and we'll have to answer it truthfully." Freddie explained. Sam nodded.

"So it's like Truths. Like Truth or Dare except there aren't any dares, correct?"

"I guess."

Sam nodded as if she understood and said, "Alright nub, you first." She smiled, calmly placing her hands on her legs. Freddie looked around, as if looking at anything would help him with coming up with a good question. "Any day now…"

"What happened to your dad? Or… your stepdad. Or both." Freddie asked all of a sudden. Sam's eyes widened, but soon returned to their normal size.

"I… I don't feel very comfortable sharing that right now." She replied, sighing shakily.

"Oh. Okay." Freddie then looked at his hands like it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Your turn."

"Okay, uh." She observed Freddie's face for a second. "Do you ever wash your face?" She asked, squeezing his face with both of her hands. Freddie swatted her away.

"Oh, like you do." Freddie said, crossing his arms over his chest. A warm breeze hit both of them, and they couldn't help but notice how humid it was. It was like, just yesterday was freezing cold and now it's warm.

"I always do! Every morning and night!" She exclaimed proudly. "Well anyway, your turn dipwad."

"How do you think Gibby's holding up?"

"With what?"

"You know, being homeschooled and becoming an underwear model." Freddie said, and Sam laughed at this.

"Yeah, I think he loves being homeschooled and the photographers love the love handles!" She continued laughing. "Now, how do you think Spencer's holding up? Have you talked to him lately?"

"Uh, whenever I come over to Carly's… which is rare nowadays. He hasn't been saying anything since she became who she is now. He's usually out somewhere or locked up in his room. But other than that, I don't think he's very proud of what Carly's doing in her life. Neither does my mom…"

"Oh." Was all Sam said.

"Do you like someone at the moment?" Freddie interrogated, scooting a little bit closer to her.

Sam didn't notice how close they are, and continued answering his questions. "I don't know." She lied. Truthfully, she still does love Freddie, but there's no way in hell she was going to tell him that.

"You're lying." Freddie declared, narrowing his eyes slightly at her.

"No I'm not!" She defended.

"Whenever you lie you keep playing with your fingers and your brows scrunch a bit." He stated, looking her dead in the eye as if he was going to find out the truth. He smirked when he heard her response.

"Whatever." Freddie opened his mouth to say something but Sam spoke. "Anyway, my turn. Would you rather eat a pig or rat?" She smiled, trying to drift away from the unwanted subject they discussed just a minute ago.

"A pig. Why would I eat a rat?" Sam just shrugged and motioned him to go on. "Would you rather eat bacon or ham?"

"Both." She quickly answered with a straight face.

"You can only pick one Sam."

"Well too bad I'm picking both."

Freddie sighed, knowing she wouldn't pick only one. "Okay, okay. Your turn."

"Would you rather jump off 500 ft high bridge or get electrocuted?" She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest and looking up at Freddie.

"Since when did this turn into 'Would You Rather?'"

"Since I started it; now answer." She demanded.

"Get electrocuted." He answered right away. Sam raised her eyebrow as to say 'Really?' And Freddie nodded. "Would you rather be blind or deaf?"

"Neither." She replied in a monotone. Freddie was about to argue with her to say that she had to pick one, but she asked a question that caught Freddie off-guard. "Would you rather kiss Carly or me?" She inquired quickly.

Freddie closed his mouth and opened it once again, before being interrupted… once again… by his alarm on the phone. "The game is almost done, let's head back." She nodded and he breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't have to answer his question. Sam still didn't know Freddie still loves her because she was too busy believing that he loves Carly, when clearly that isn't true. Sam stood up, bringing Freddie with her and began walking toward the football stadium. Freddie whispered a soft "You," to answer the question that she asked a while ago, though Sam didn't hear him.

They arrived back to the bleachers just in time to see Ridgeway Bulldogs score a touchdown and the crowd went wild. The cheerleaders were hopping up and down and doing flips and cartwheels in victory. The referee grabbed a megaphone and shouted, "Ridgeway Bulldogs!" and the audience cheered louder.

Carly saw this as another chance to humiliate Sam, but she hesitated. Cindy walked up to her, pressuring her to do it, so she did. Carly Shay went up to the referee, grabbed the megaphone and shouted, "Hey everybody!" Everyone turned to look at her. "Sam is a worthless bitch!" She shouted happily into the megaphone. The teachers were all too busy talking to even hear what she said, so lucky for her, she didn't get caught.

Everyone's eyes turned over to Sam who was currently sitting on the bleachers next to Freddie and laughed. Laughed like there was no tomorrow. The person sitting next to her was laughing more than the others, so she punched the girl right in the face, and the girl cupped her nose. Sam gave her a lovely view of her middle finger before sharply standing up and running to the exit.

Freddie, who looked at Carly and gave her a disappointing look, (to which she returned with a shrug) sprinted to his car and began driving after Sam. She was now walking at a fast pace, desperately trying not to cry. "Sam!" He shouted, catching up to her.

"Leave me alone Frediffer." She commanded, walking at an even faster pace.

"Sam, come on, get inside the car, I'll drive you home."

She stopped abruptly and sighed. "Look, I don't need your help!" She shouted exasperatedly as she watched him stop the car and hop off. "Now just leave me alone so we'll all be—Freddie! Put me down!" Sam yelled, throwing her hands in the air and trying to wriggle out of Freddie's grip. Freddie had carried Sam over his shoulder, dumped her in the passenger seat, strapped her seatbelt, and locked her door before she could escape. Freddie climbed in the car moments later, and started driving her to her house. "I told you I didn't need your help." She grunted.

"Well I'm still helping you." He told her as he pulled up in front of her house. "You know, if you want, you can come over and sleep at my house… I don't really trust this place…"

"I'm fine, Fredward." Sam said. She stopped. "Sorry, I just… Carly's just being a real bitch. Of course you already knew… But um… thanks anyway." She thanked, hopping out the car and making her way to her house.

Meh. That's what I would say about this chapter. So, how about themz reviews? Love it? Hate it? Did you want to puke on it? Do you hate me since Freddie still hasn't done anything? Click that blue button down there. :D Make mama happy. :3 Because she's sad that iCarly finished ending yesterday. (June 20, 2012)

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